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But it was hard to focus on the list of tasks in front of me. My thoughts kept circling back to the incident with Sarah and her friends, the accusations, and the looks of disgust. How could I go on like this with everyone at the pack hating me?
Miss Dawson's voice snapped me out of my reverie. "Stop daydreaming and get to work," she said sharply.
I rushed out of the kitchen to the pack house. The pack members' hostility toward me had reached a point of fear. They glared at me as I passed by, their eyes full of hate and suspicion. I was like a pariah, an outcast.
The elders are meeting today to discuss my fate. Would they banish me from the pack, forever branded as a traitor? Or would they find a way to forgive me to see if I'm loyal to the pack?
In the meeting chamber, the Elders sat in silence, considering my fate. They knew the pack was divided, some calling for my banishment and a few leading for mercy.
I knew their decision would be for the good of the pack, not for myself. They deliberated, weighing evidence, a hearing will be made as Sarah, Johnny, and I, will stand before the elders to tell our version of the situation.
I worked through the afternoon, keeping my head and my hands busy. I used my chores of the day to distract myself from the anxiety that churned I'm my stomach, but it was a losing battle. The minutes ticked by, and as the sun set, I could feel my hope fading.
Would my side of the story sway the elders to my favour or would they only listen to the rumours that swirled around the pack?
I closed my eyes sending up a silent prayer for favour and mercy to the skies.
My heart leapt into my throat as I heard Johnny's voice, I kept my head down and continued walking, refusing to acknowledge him.
I didn't want to talk to him, I didn't want to relive the painful events of the past few days. I just wanted to escape, to find a place where I could just be alone.
But Johnny was persistent, and he eventually caught up to me at the stables, damn! him and his long legs.
"Please, Rose, I need to explain," he said, his voice pleading.
"I just wanted to talk," Johnny said, his voice soft and pleading. "I know things have been... difficult, but I need to explain. Please, can we just talk?"
I turned to face him, with my eyes full of tears. "I can't risk being seen with you," I said. "The Elders are going to decide my fate, and if they see me with you, it'll only make things worse. Please, just leave me alone."
Johnny's face fell, and he looked at me one last time with a mixture of sadness and understanding. "I just want to make things right," he said.
"The only way you can make this right is to stay away from me, please," I said to Johnny, "I can't have our meeting getting to Sarah, I just don't want to cause more problems" I continued.
I could only imagine what would be going through Sarah's mind if she got wind of us meeting at the stables.
I know nothing I do can make Sarah like me but if only she'll just give me a moment to just explain the situation.
"You're right," Johnny said, his voice resigned. "I just want to help, but I see that I'm only making things worse. I'll stay away. But please know that I only ever wanted to be your friend."
And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving me alone in the stables. I watched him go, my heart aching at the thought of losing his friendship. But I knew it was for the best. For both of us.
As Johnny's figure disappeared into the distance, I felt a piece of my heart break away. It was as if a part of me had been ripped out, leaving behind a gaping hole. I had always admired Johnny, and now he was gone.
I knew it was for the best. If we were to be seen together, it would only cause more trouble. And I couldn't risk that. I had to think of myself and my future. Even if it meant being alone.
After hours of deliberation, the elders came to a decision. They would hold a hearing a few days, after Sarah and Johnny's impending marriage. And in the meantime, I was to remain out of sight, avoiding any further contact with Johnny.
It was a relief, in a way to have a decision made. But the thought of Sarah and Johnny's marriage was like a weight on my chest, suffocating me with each passing moment. How could I face them after what I had done?
At night, I lay awake in my rolled-up bed gaze, reliving the events of the day over and over again.
And in the darkness, I could still hear Johhny's voice, begging me to talk to him. But I couldn't bring myself to do it. It was just too risky.
Lying in the darkness of my room, I could hear the other maids whispering in the hallway outside. Their hushed voices carried easily through the walls, their words were clear and sharp. They were talking about me, speculating about what happened between Johnny and me. And they didn't seem to care if I heard them or not.
The gossip stung like a thousand needles, each word a painful reminder of my shame. I buried my head under the covers, trying to block out their voices. But it was no use. Their whispers followed me into my dreams, tormenting me with their cruel words.
With the moon shining through the window, I tried to find solace in the stillness of the night. The maids finally left the hallway, but my mind was restless, my thoughts consumed by the condemnation of the pack.
I longed for the peace of the morning when the world would be new and fresh.
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