ZENEVIEVA
We went to the boutique.
I glanced around the clothes that hung neatly without touching it. Even a blind person would see that the quality is trash.
Tyson won't come in but stand outside with the guards. I had practically told him I'm never going to get the clothes alone and he had no choice than to follow me.
I stormed out.
"Where's the cloth?" He asked but I shrugged.
"The quality is wack and it's too cheap. The colors are dull and there aren't any diamond or silver petals on the clothes. Most especially, there's no blue color."
He gasped in disbelief, his apples clearly bobbing up and down in her as he placed his mid finger over his forehead.
"This is the fourth place you're repeating this statement, can you just take anything and let's get the hell out?"
"No! I would never take any trashy design when the Queen ordered a spectacular one for me. That same type or even something extraordinary is what I want."
"You're crazy! Now listen to me…"
"No, listen to me Tyson, it's a high quality blue strapless gown or nothing!!"
I fired back at him and he gritted his teeth. He is filthing influential and wealthy and taking me to a trashy place is his way of saying I don't worth his penny compared to the beautiful clothes the Queen had given me.
To hell with his orders!
I would never settle for less when the Queen gave me something from her heart.
He looked frustrated yet cute at the same time as he ruffled hair in frustration and thought hard.
He cared for his sister, that's why he's doing all of this.
I couldn't miss the fear on his face when I almost reported her, it was priceless.
But he's a demon.
A demon who tried to poison me and want me dead in every way possible.
I couldn't believe his request was to get myself killed.
My heart squeezes in pain anytime I remember that.
"Look, I can't do this anymore."
"Yeah, and I'm not wearing anything except that!" I acted stubbornly.
"Fine! Your clothes will be ready by evening, just get the hell out of my sight."
He turned to the guards.
"Take her home."
He picked a guard and went the opposite direction to God's nowhere and I followed the guards in silence.
It was barely thirty minutes since we started walking when the guards suddenly surrounded me.
"W..wh.. what's going on?"
I stammered but one of them gave me a huge kick by the knee and I fell down.
"What are you doing?" I yelled at them but something was sprayed on my eyes.
No! No! No!!
The pepper spray.
Shit!
I went mad in pain as I felt hot spice dancing in my eyes, it was like thousands of pins being brushed and stuck in my eyes and brains.
I wanted to sprang free and get water anywhere to sooth this fire burning in my eyes but I was slapped hard and they tore my clothes.
Good heavens!!
I couldn't see anything, I could have fought back.
My eyes were on fire as red tears dropped and I resorted to begging.
"Please…please don't do this!"
My head was kicked at one side and the other slammed hard on the floor.
I growled in pain and I scratched the earth,
I tried crawling away but I was dragged back and pinned down.
I heard the clacky sounds of their belts being unbuckled and shook my head in disbelief.
It should be what I'm thinking.
"It shouldn't be."
I whispered and tried to stand up but I was already too weak to get up.
I felt their filthy hands going down my waist and I used the last dripping surviving strength in me to hit whoever was straddling me with my legs.
My survival instinct kicked in and I flinged my leg blindly and I'm sure it landed on one of them as a groan escaped their lips.
I was just hitting and kicking in the air and the moons were with me.
I didn't give them a chance to even come close to me before I disappeared in a flash.
They went after me but I ran without looking back and bumped into an object.
It wasn't an object.
That smell hit me and I cursed.
"Tyson!"
I gasped and I sensed him bent down to meet me
Gosh!!
My eyes were still pepperish, it was literally on fire and tears rolled out freely.
"Now listen to me you riff raff! He thundered.
"You will go home and behave like a good little girl, I will not be your little boy to stress and control as you like just because the Queen is your favor."
"Tyson…you…did this to me?" I cried out in utmost pain.
"Mmm…I couldn't resist Marcella's request. She wanted a payback and this is just the tip of the Iceberg.
You will go back to the Queen and tell her you tore the clothes because you don't want them."
I gasped.
"I can't do that!"
I felt a heavy punch on my nose from one of the guards and I screamed.
I didn't see it coming.
"You will do as I say!! If you dare breathe a word to mum, Zenevieva; I will make your life so hot for you to stay!"
"You want me to lie about something that I didn't do? Why are you…."
"Shut the fuck up! We have a wedding tomorrow so you will go back to the pack and tell that to the Queen;"
I bit my lips painfully and nodded.
My eyes were already in the shade of a hot furnace and arguing with him right now isn't a good idea.
"Good girl!" He cleared his throat. " Good job guys, take her to the pack and make sure the maids make sure she's as clean as ever."
He ordered and they hijacked me up immediately and dragged me to the pack.
I felt a heavy splash of water on my face and I didn't want it to stop.
It was so refreshing to my burning and angry soul.
My face was washed thoroughly with soap and water and I finally opened my eyes.
I was in the bathroom with the maids who washed and cleaned me up.
My clothes were already arranged on the bed and I slipped into them quickly.
My heart had never felt heavy before, how will the Queen react to what I was going to say when the wedding was tomorrow?
I thought hard and went out, the stupid guards were already on standby and I walked past them to meet the Queen.
I almost stumbled as I saw the Queen coming towards my direction.
I gasped in surprise.
Does she know already, is she mad at me?
Getting on the bad side of the Queen is really dangerous and tears streamed down my face.
I wiped it off immediately and smiled as she approached me.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, my queen." I bowed.
“Tyson said you had something very important to tell me and I got worried and came over since you didn't show up."
"I apologized for the inconveniences my Queen, it's about the cloth …my wedding cloth you gifted me."
"You don't like it? I'll send for the designers immediately to get you another type.".
This woman was just sweet, getting worried and paranoid over nothing.
"I tore it." I swallowed hard and she frowned.
"I tore it because I didn't like it…. that was what Tyson told me to tell you."
Her jaw dropped.