Prisoning Truth
Reality Ruined My Life. (38th Chapter)
…The Next Day…
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Giselle's POV:
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A light pat on my upper shoulder was the reason, to my awakening this morning. I glance at the two familiar women from last night, as they smile politely at me.“Good morning Mademoiselle. Monsieur Santers sent us to prepare you this morning.” I nod slowly, lifting my head a little from the soft pillow. Why do I need to be dolled up, each day? Doll… the word itself reminds me of Harry. he used to smirk in that playful way, calling me his ‘doll face’ constantly.
If only I could go back to the villa. If only I could hug him right now. I single tear blinks in my right eye, which makes the two stylists look at me in concern. “Are you alright, Mademoiselle? (She tries to sooth me) Linda and I could always wait for you to feel better.” For the first time since reality ruined my life, I smile at the girl with the almond waves.
“(I wipe the tear away in a hurry, shaking my head a little) It’s alright. I really appreciate you being here. And please no need for titles, just call me by my name.” The blonde girl replies: “You aren’t like your father at all, Giselle.” I nod in total agreement to Linda's words, while I step out of the mattress. “What’s your name?” I ask the girl with brown-wavy hair.
“I’m Rachel.” Linda and Rachel, the only two girls that are around my age, who potentially seem to become my only friends in this torture mansion. Linda notices my frown, so she pipes up in a cheerful way: “You’re too pretty to be your father’s daughter, anyway.” I giggle with the two girls, walking over to the sofa; where I plant a seat. “What do you ladies want to dress me up with today?”
…At the Afternoon…
“So! (He pauses to sip his liquor) What does my royal descent want from her father? (He smiles at my face) Ask away, princess.” I cross my leg over the other (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=132043687), as I begin to think of a way to persuade him in my request. I doubt that he’ll accept, but it’s the only way that I’ll get the chance to know.
“If you don’t mind, I really would like a personal phone?” The old man places his glass on the table, eyeing me in suspicion. “Who would you call? The cops? Why on earth would you need a phone?” I lower my head to my laps, staring in silence to think of a reason. I never lie, but in this case I must.“What if something wrong happens to me? Or if I needed to talk to you, when you’re busy? That’s why I’m asking for a phone. Why would I call the police on my own father? You’ve been treating me with much care so far.”
His hand clasps both my palms in his hold, as it vibrates warmness to my skin. He stares at me with awe, which makes me a little happy that he fell easily into my fake reasoning. “(He smiles warmly) The newest and the best phone, will be in your hold in five minutes. If you want accessories, cables, a laptop even; just tell me princess. My money is worthless if I can’t spend it on your desires. All I’m asking is for your happiness.”
What kind of man with a sane mind would buy happiness from his offspring? My hate to him grows more, because he just proved to me that he doesn’t know anything about being a parent. This isn’t love, this is stupidity by all means. Regardless if he's my biological father or not, I will never be able to find a inch of respect towards him. He's a murderer, a man with no heart that I could find my place in it.
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Giselle's POV:
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A light pat on my upper shoulder was the reason, to my awakening this morning. I glance at the two familiar women from last night, as they smile politely at me.“Good morning Mademoiselle. Monsieur Santers sent us to prepare you this morning.” I nod slowly, lifting my head a little from the soft pillow. Why do I need to be dolled up, each day? Doll… the word itself reminds me of Harry. he used to smirk in that playful way, calling me his ‘doll face’ constantly.
If only I could go back to the villa. If only I could hug him right now. I single tear blinks in my right eye, which makes the two stylists look at me in concern. “Are you alright, Mademoiselle? (She tries to sooth me) Linda and I could always wait for you to feel better.” For the first time since reality ruined my life, I smile at the girl with the almond waves.
“(I wipe the tear away in a hurry, shaking my head a little) It’s alright. I really appreciate you being here. And please no need for titles, just call me by my name.” The blonde girl replies: “You aren’t like your father at all, Giselle.” I nod in total agreement to Linda's words, while I step out of the mattress. “What’s your name?” I ask the girl with brown-wavy hair.
“I’m Rachel.” Linda and Rachel, the only two girls that are around my age, who potentially seem to become my only friends in this torture mansion. Linda notices my frown, so she pipes up in a cheerful way: “You’re too pretty to be your father’s daughter, anyway.” I giggle with the two girls, walking over to the sofa; where I plant a seat. “What do you ladies want to dress me up with today?”
…At the Afternoon…
“So! (He pauses to sip his liquor) What does my royal descent want from her father? (He smiles at my face) Ask away, princess.” I cross my leg over the other (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=132043687), as I begin to think of a way to persuade him in my request. I doubt that he’ll accept, but it’s the only way that I’ll get the chance to know.
“If you don’t mind, I really would like a personal phone?” The old man places his glass on the table, eyeing me in suspicion. “Who would you call? The cops? Why on earth would you need a phone?” I lower my head to my laps, staring in silence to think of a reason. I never lie, but in this case I must.“What if something wrong happens to me? Or if I needed to talk to you, when you’re busy? That’s why I’m asking for a phone. Why would I call the police on my own father? You’ve been treating me with much care so far.”
His hand clasps both my palms in his hold, as it vibrates warmness to my skin. He stares at me with awe, which makes me a little happy that he fell easily into my fake reasoning. “(He smiles warmly) The newest and the best phone, will be in your hold in five minutes. If you want accessories, cables, a laptop even; just tell me princess. My money is worthless if I can’t spend it on your desires. All I’m asking is for your happiness.”
What kind of man with a sane mind would buy happiness from his offspring? My hate to him grows more, because he just proved to me that he doesn’t know anything about being a parent. This isn’t love, this is stupidity by all means. Regardless if he's my biological father or not, I will never be able to find a inch of respect towards him. He's a murderer, a man with no heart that I could find my place in it.
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