Unforgivable love

Daddy chimed in, she could picture the smirk on his face. “Go for the throat Princess.” So, she did. With a strained grin and an audible ‘whoosh’ of the wind, she was in front of the man, blade already soaked in fresh blood and her new dress now splatted with the same blood. She’d killed him before he could even blink. The man collapsed, letting out painful gasps as he reached for his throat. “Pathetic.” she mused. Gliding the blade over her dress cleaning it off. Another silk gown ruined and with how light they were, meaning she could be agile, they had became her favourite. She was displeased to say the least. In her head she’d already mapped out her escape, multiple in fact. No plan was foolproof and she was notorious for having multiple back up plans, something that irked everyone. Walking out the front door wouldn’t be an option if anything she’d need to leave the boxed room she was confined in through the window, though that was what she’d wanted. Her plan worked perfectly in a sadistic way. She’d barely moved a step before the knocking on the oak wooden door echoed in the silence and she caught a groan in her throat, swallowing it down and keeping it suppressed. Before her mind could even comprehend what she was doing she’d already thrown herself through the glass window, her body working on constant autopilot. “Shit.” She hissed landing awkwardly but rolling to her feet instantly. She didn’t take off running though. Nope, she still had a mission to do. She simply played the damsel in distress instead. Unsheathed her dagger dragging it across her upper arm piercing the skin but not enough to cause a scar before throwing herself at the castle wall making sure to collide head first. With all her might she let out the most gut wrenching scream she could muster, letting crocodile tears slide down her face. She slouched against the wall, cupping her bleeding head and letting out audible sobs. It took twenty four seconds for guards to flank her sides, she’d made sure to count. “He went that way!” She sobbed lifting a shaking hand. A few stood by her side aiding her and the rest followed her directions taking off in a sprint. Did they even know what they were looking for? She didn’t exactly care. They’d been quick to respond to her scream and those vital seconds she’d counted could make or break her entire plan. Her family hadn’t thought about reaction times of the guards but Violet did, she’d thought of every possible scenario and for once her father seemed grateful about it. “Cleaver girl!” He gushed, seemingly proud of his daughter’s quick thinking. She didn’t respond, pulling a clump of hair over her ear in hopes to hide the barely noticeable ear piece. She’d been lifted bridal style by one of the guards and she closed her eyes, to them it was due to pain, but to her it was to cover up her rolling eyes. Wasn’t the first rule of an injured person to remain still until help reached them? They could’ve put pressure on her gushing wound but these idiots didn’t seem to know anything about medical techniques. At least that would work in her favour. Roughly she’d been in the medical room for thirty minutes or so, she stopped counting after the third nurse made an appearance. Instead she observed her surroundings, from the crisp white walls to the minimal decorations. Honestly whoever decorated this room had bland taste in style, there wasn’t a spec of colour anywhere. Everything was just so white. Fighting her instincts to rip out the drips attached to her hands, she settled into the bed. Mumbling under her breath, practically sulking. A bizarre look for someone who’s normally so cold. Though it wouldn’t last long as the nurse made her presence know, she spoke so softly it made violets insides churn. “You’ll have a minor concussion due to the injury on your head but your arm will heal pretty quickly as long as it’s kept clean. We’d like to keep you here overnight to monitor your progress.” She smiled, eyes full of sympathy. The nurse toyed with some of the medical equipment before politely excusing herself seemingly busy with other things. Not that Violet would complain, company wasn’t needed. Forcefully ripping out the pointless needles and throwing the thin blanket to the bottom of her bed, Violet climbed from the bad with incredible elegance. She waisted no time in getting out of the mansion. Careful to listen out for any sounds, the last thing she needed was to be caught by someone because she was in such a hurry to leave. Violet blended into the shadows, almost invisible, even to the cameras she couldn’t be seen. She glided down countless empty halls counting every step she took, in case she needed to retrace her steps. Right, left, ignore 2 corridors, another right, head into the first room on the right. The exit sign illuminated the second door to the left, she had a nagging feeling not to trust it. At this stage what other options did she have? She’d been vulnerable for long enough lying in a bed to be used as a puppet. Without a second thought she pushed the door open, the sun beamed down on her and for a split second she was dragged back into the time when she was three years old. Smiling innocently at her dad as she had skipped through a playground giggling with her school friends. Her last day of genuine happiness. ‘Where had it all gone so wrong?’ She thought as she tried to shove the fading memories to the back of her mind, not wanting to dwell on them too much. Life truly had been horrible to her but she’d grown used to it. Time healed all wounds and all that nonsense. An echo of voice’s interrupted her thoughts, they were close enough for her to be able to count the multiple pairs of footsteps, since they weren’t in sync at all, but not close enough for her to be found. She rolled her shoulders. Closing the door as gently as she could and bolted straight to the vines that laced up the brick wall. Another layer of security, yet they’d let her in without any form of an invite. It’s amazing what a pretty face could do, especially when the face looked so innocent. Somehow she scaled the vines ridiculously quick, almost non human like, and leaped from the top of the wall. Not bothering to climb back down, it would only waste time she didn’t entirely have. And it’s not like it was a drop big enough to cause an injury, roughly a 7 foot fall. She landed somewhat at an odd angle, threw herself into a forwards roll to cushion the landing and bounced straight back up to her feet. ‘We have the layout!’ Her father exclaimed, sounding like a giddy child. ‘escape through the woods and I’ll have a driver wait for you in a black Mercedes. Just look for our number plate.’ The line went dead with a beep to signify her mission was finally done. She’d need to retire home for the night before she could be given another mission by her father in the morning or whenever he’d have one available. With that she took off sprinting into the woods, never glancing back. There’s no need to hang around after all.