Chapter 5: _ Sleep With The Pigs
"Please, just go, Camilla!" I cried, shaking the tears off.
I was tired already. Too sad to fight.
However, the aggressive tug of my hair was what came next. I yelped, feeling the strands forcefully tearing from my skull.
"You will not tell me what to do, you forgotten princess!" Camilla threatened, pulling my hair like it was a crumpled piece of paper and then shoving me hard on the Terracotta tiles.
I gasped, clutching the ankle my weight landed on. "¡Ay, caramba!" I exclaimed, more in shock than in pain. "Did you really just...?"
But Camilla lunged again. "You will not speak to me that way!" she shrieked, kicking me in the stomach.
"You bitch!" I screamed, damning the consequences. "You think you can just walk all over me? Well, I'm done with it!"
The two of us broke into a furious brawl, our screams echoing through the house. We scratched, we pulled hair, we wrestled on the floor, kicked, and cussed.
The commotion alerted the servants. One minute, I was scratching at Camilla's face, the next Juana, who had rushed into the room, was pulling us apart.
Apparently, she had been followed by other maids and servants. We had created such a huge mess in my room with the scattered clothes, overturned furniture, and tangled hair ribbons—that it looked like a tornado had swept through. The other maids and servants stood in the doorway, watching and whispering.
"Señorita María José! Señorita Camilla!" Juana cried, trying to pull us apart. "What is the meaning of this?"