Chapter 136: A Little Help
DAHLIA POV
Reagan had held me till I eventually calmed down and fell asleep on his shoulder. He then carried me into the bedroom, he stayed with me for a while and the comfort he brought and surrounded should have been enough to comfort me, but unfortunately it wasn’t. My mind had been in shambles, there was just so much rage and so much hurt inside of me at one point it feels like I might combust into flames.
It doesn’t matter what I do, I was just so angry. To think I spent all my years being obedient, being the perfect daughter, being the perfect submissive and it was all for nothing! I thought if I could be perfect, I could make my father happy and I could have protected the one thing was good in my messed up little life.
My Evie!
She had been perfect when she had been born. She was the only one who had inherited my mother’s blonde curls and green eyes like mine which had been courtesy of our mother but in everything else Bjorn and I had been the only one to look like our father which was the reason I wanted Evie to be protected.
I had been the one to nurse her as a child before Madam Heidi took her away from me when she became conscious of her environment. I had wanted to shield her from this life and I should have known things would be different when I got married.
In a way, I suppose it was me who brought this upon myself. If only I had followed through with my father’s wishes, then perhaps Evie wouldn’t have turned out the way she had. But deep down I knew that wasn’t true at all. The way she fought proved she had been doing it for a long time. It was just proof that my father had no intentions of keeping his promise in the beginning and now I lost my sister. The look in her eyes was one that would haunt me forever.
But I refuse to believe that she was gone! I have to believe that my sister could still be safe and if I wanted to save her I had to get her away from my father. I have to go save her from his evil clutches and I meant what I had said, I was going to kill my father! I was done being his perfect little puppet and I refused to let him win.
All of these thoughts were what kept me awake and made me come to a certain conclusion. When Reagan had left after making sure that I had fallen asleep. I waited for a few minute before I stood up from the bed. I reached for my cloak and pulled it around my shoulders.
I sneaked quietly in my own house careful not to wake Heather up, I slipped out of the house and I carefully navigated my way into the manor, the same way I did whenever I was going out as the black knight.
Sneaking out into the night air, I pulled my hood together and slipped outside the gates. The cold night air bit into my skin as I stepped beyond the gates, my breath curling in the darkness as I moved quickly into the woods where I knew my horse was hidden.
Immediately my horse saw me it released a soft whine and I pet it lightly before I grabbed the reins and mounted it. I snapped the reins and the horse took off into the darkness and I led it into the streets. My hood was drawn low so no one could see my face. I ran into the woods, heading straight towards the refugee camp.