The maids in the room quickly ran out and Jessica followed. Yasmine stood up slowly and looked me dead in the eyes. I was about 5 inches shorter than her but she didn't intimidate me in the slightest.
Yasmine stood frozen. Like she was shocked I stood up for myself. Like a bee that dared to leave her web. I sure did, and I sting. "Th-this damn bastard had the nerve.. the nerve to put her hands on me?" Yasmine thought. She lowered her hand from her cheek and slowly turned her gaze to Beatrice. The blue-eyed girl stared up at her with bloodshot eyes standing firm, "Has she lose her mind?" Snapping out of her faze, Yasmine started to breathe again and rubbed her cheek.
"You... You are dead-no. Today is the day, you are going to wish your island whore mother never gave birth to you.". Yasmine straightened her back and fluttered her lashes before exiting, taking her arrogance with her.
I didn't make a sound. I didn't answer. I didn't blink. I didn't move. I didn't even breathe.
It wasn't until the girl left- completely gone, that I collapsed. I caught my back on the wall, my heart was racing. "Oh Crapp..!", it was a soft scream but a scream no less. There was a throbbing pain in my chest and the fear of my burning insides frying my skin to a crept in. Trying to calm down I rubbed and patted my chest, hoping my episode would be over soon.
About 1 min had passed. At this point, I slid down the wall and ended up on the floor. The pain was still eating me from the inside out. I saw a door and it lead to a small room. Was that the bathroom? Maybe medicine was in there, at least pain relief.
Using the wall as my mount? I staggered and pushed towards the room. On my way I took the time to close the rooms main door, I'm not sure who these people are or if there's more of them, it's best to be safe than sorry. Continuing I found myself in front of the room, but it was dark. Fuck!.. Electricity doesn't exist here. As I expected it was a bathroom. I think..
There was a small pot in the corner, followed by a rack with a small and large towel hanging on it, and finally, a tub filled with water. But no medicine.
BAM!
I punched the wall with the side of my fist and groaned in pain as the aching spread all the way down to my thighs. It was hot. My body felt like it was going to melt and the only thing that was gonna be left was my thin limbs. I glanced at the water and it seemed to have small pieces of.. cloth inside? No, no it was ice cubes. "T-those little fuckers-". I grunted and bend over in pain once again and this time the wooden tub was what i used to stop my fall. "UGHH! I cant take this anymore.". I forcefully removed the white cotton gown cover I had on and threw it on the floor, only left with a thin nightgown.
Holding my breath I forcefully put both legs in the tub, the water seems to have the job of assassinating me. The second my legs were in the water it felt as if I was being stabbed by a million little knives. I wanted to scream, but the sound was stuck in my throat. My body was being cooked alive, I didn't have much time. Without a second thought, I shoved the rest of my body into the tub. Head to toe.
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Time had passed and my body had a satisfying sizzle to it. Like I was a hot frying pan under running cold water. I slid my hands up my legs and searched for that hot cramping pain in my abdomen, it was gone.
Under the paralyzing water, I realized the room lit up. Like there was a little Bee looking for its flowers that still needed tending to. I reached to wards it and even underwater I could hear a loud scream.
"MY LADYY". With one hand, an older woman pulled me out of the water and looked into my eyes with absolute terror. She held a candle in her hand and her other hand was shaking out of control while wet.
The old woman started to sob and grabbed the large towel. She helped me stand up while wrapping me with it. "Those, ignorant girls, h-how could they treat their lady like this..". After she wrapped me up with the larger towel she took the smaller one and tied it around my dripping hair. " Come come my dear." The older woman looked so sweet, I automatically followed her when she held my forearm and slowly removed me from the bone-chilling water.
I was back in the light. Looking to my right I could see her face clear. Black wavy hair stopped at her shoulders and her eyes were a beautiful dark chocolate, which complimented her chocolate skin. A few wrinkles here and there but she was quite a pretty woman.
She sat me down on an ottoman that was made of a nice white sparkling fur. It was soft I'll give em that. The woman hurried to a little table next to the window and poured a cup of tea. Mmm... It was mint.. I bit of sugar and a bit of honey. How wonderful.I was moved from my daze when she picked up a glass filled with milk. Milk? In my tea? Na, I'm good.
"Mrs.Maddie, I rather it without-" I stopped myself from talking, but who started? Yeah, I didn't want the milk but how did I know her name? Oh, it must have been the memories Beatrice gifted me. Quite handy. This was her good caretaker from the island, Mrs.Maddie.
"O-oh I see. My apologies my lady." The lady looked a bit shocked but assumed Beatrice's tummy may still be slowly waking up. Putting the container back down Mrs.Maddie took the cup to Beatrice. After realizing my stiff body language Mrs.Maddie pressed her lips together and slowly kneeled down as she generally places a hand on my knees. When she did this, I quickly turned my attention to the melancholy woman.
"Have.. Have you really lost your memory, my lady?.. Y-You seem so zoned out.." The old woman's eyes were filled with hope as she stared up at me. Not gonna lie, I feel bad. But I wasn't gonna lie. I'm, not your lady.
"I'm sorry..." That's all I managed to mutter. It was sad, sitting there and watching the hope drain from her eyes. She sniffled and patted her eyes dry with the back of her hand. Mrs. Maddie looked up at me with a smile and patted my hand. "It's quite alright my lady.". Shaking her head she stood up quickly and fiddled with her hands. "Where are my manners, I'm sure you're freezing. I shall help you change." She gave me the warmest smile and made her way to the small closet by the wall that was no more than 10 steps away.
The left side of my cheek frowned while I looked down at the warm cup in my hands. I'm not the lady that I guess she serves, the warm smile wasn't intended for me but it was nice... I knew that I didn't need to have my guard up round her. Taking a sip of this warm delight made me smile. It was just as good as it damn smelled! I placed the cup on the simple wooden vanity and started to remove the socked towels that I was wrapped in. Only when I reached up to let down my hair did I notice the mirror beside me and I was shocked.
Image Connected.
After the dirt and fatigue was removed from this face I recognize the beauty that was looking back at me. She had wavy raven black hair that swimmed down her back and river blue eyes that seemed supernatural on her butter pecan skin. A wild and priceless pearl at its best. Beatrice, from the short story "If I could be of use". Priceless.
Head to toe.