Kyra in Faith; Chap. 7

Kyra in Faith; Chapter 7;

Betrayal

“May I come in?” he asked. 

“You already are” I didn’t show any emotion.

He stepped toward me and smiled.  His body language showed that he was trying to impress me. 

“Don’t worry Kyra, I am only here as a friend”

That made me panicky. 

“You aren’t exactly my friend Derek”

“No?  I thought you were glad to see me.  What happened to ‘Oh Derek!  I am so happy to see you!’”  He mimicked my past words in a high girly voice.

“I– “

“Don’t worry.  I know precisely how you feel”

“You do?”  I doubted it.

“Yes.  You’re caught between your emotions.  You can’t decide whether to love me or hate me.  It’s a common thing girls have on me, but don’t worry.  I know what your true feelings are” He smiled when he said it, like he was proud of himself for knowing a big secret I had.  Even though it was not true and I wanted to punch him in the gut.

He put his hand on my shoulder with a firm grip.  I jerked away and stepped back. 

“Just stop in Derek! Stop it!  I don’t love you!”

“You are so stubborn for a young lady, but I think I know how to make that change”

     He grabbed my face and pulled me towards him.  His head came close to mine and he kissed me.  I struggled to get away, but he was a thousand times stronger than me.  He finally noticed I did not like this and let go.  My teeth were clenched and my hands were balled up into fists.  I took a step away.  With all my might I punched him in the nose.  Like that would work.  He just shook his head and covered his nose with his hand.  No sign of any injury.  His eyes burned with fury and rage.  Every fiber of him seemed to get tense.  He brought back his fist and punched me.  I fell on to the floor, tears in my eyes.  Derek stomped out of the room.  He shut the door, almost breaking the hinges.

     His hit was malignant.  It hurt badly.  I stood up and brushed the tears away with my dress.  I stepped over to my door and shook the handle.  Locked and imprisoned, I was stuck.  I would not be able to climb out the window because there wasn’t enough bed sheeting for me to tear.  Plus I was on the fifth story and I had no intention of climbing down that.  I was Derek’s prisoner.  He could do whatever he wanted to do while I was here.  I was timid and frightened.  The third day was almost up and I had to find Charlie.  It was dark outside.  The sun had set hours ago.  Only a faint stream of orange light showed.  If I were ever going to make it back to the palace in time it would be now. 

     Someone knocked on the door and came it.  A server boy with red hair and freckles came into the room with a dress in his hand.  It was probably for the next day.  My brain sparked and idea. 

“Here is your dress your majesty”

He laid it on the bed and started to walk out.

“Wait!  What is your name sir?”

“Luther”

“Luther! Um...can you help me find something?”

“Like what?”

“A ring.  It flew off my finger some where and I can’t find it” I lied.

“Sure”

He started to look on the floor.  I went down on my knees and looked too. 

“Can you check under by the bed, while I look over here by the mirror?”

“Sure your majesty”

He went over to the bed and looked.  I was out of his sight and by a silver lunch tray.  I held the tray in both of my hands with a hard grip.

“Oh Luther!  I think I found the ring!”  I was standing right behind him. 

“Where?”  He turned his head.

I brought the tray above my head and slammed it down on him.  His head made a big dent in the tray.  It worked.  Luther fell unconscious and fell on the floor.  He wasn’t bleeding or dead.  I could tell by his breathing.  I rolled his body under the bed and put the silver tray besides him.  I felt bad doing this but it was the only time to get Charlie.  I took my leather bag from my dresses and ran to the door. 

     It was left open by Luther; a big mistake for him.  I slowly stepped out of my room and into a large hallway.  I closed the door and locked it.  I looked both ways to where

It led.  There where three doors.  One was my bedroom and the others went to somewhere else.  Two shadows where coming from one side.  I could here their voices.  I opened the closest door and ran inside.  Thank god it was just armor storage.  I could here their voices.

“She escaped three days ago” said the first voice.  It was female and recognizable.  It sounded like Hattie!

There was a small window at the top of the door.  I peeked through to see if I was right.  I was right.  She was talking to the blonde haired man that Derek was talking to earlier.  The man spoke.

“How?”

“She used her bed sheets General, and climbed out her window” said Hattie.

“A classic!” said the man.

“A stupid classic I would say.  She isn’t really that bright”

“She is a clever girl Clara.  She could ruin our plans at any time”

Why was the General calling her Clara?  Was that her really name?  Probably, it would be stupid to go undercover with your real name.

“I’m telling you General!  We have nothing to worry about!”

“Never underestimate that girl Clara!  Never!  You should know this! You have been a spy for ten years for goodness sake!”

“I’m sorry General” said Hattie/Clara.

     They left.  It took me awhile before I was finally able to think.  Hattie after all these years?  Her real name was Clara!  I’ve known her for at least eight years, maybe ten.  The blonde haired man that was named “General” and was obviously working with King Edwin.  Was it really King Edwin that captured Charlie?  I haven’t seen him the whole time I was here.  That was strange.  There were so many questions to answer. 

     I looked around the room and at all the armor.  Shields and swords hung on the walls.  I took my bag from my shoulder and laid it on the ground.  I still had the dinner knife, coins and canine.  The dinner knife was practically useless and the canine was too heavy to drag around.  I slipped the coins into my pocket and threw the bag, canine and knife behind a bronze shield.  A variety of daggers laid on a bench.  One was encased in a leather pouch and was made of silver.  I grabbed the one and strapped it around my waist.  I was ready to go but something stopped me.  I saw my reflection on the polished shield.  My face was clear of any grim and my dress was in perfect condition.  When I was in my old dress I felt more…full…pleased…correct?  Were those the right adjectives?  I didn’t know how to describe it.  More like me.  Was this what I was supposed to where?  Was I fit for something else or was I bound to dresses and corsets? 

     A new picture came into mind.  I was with Derek.  I was wearing the frilly dress my father gave me.  I was had a strict face and my lips where hard.  He held me around my waist and kissed me.  Then Charlie came into view.  His face was no longer pale from my dream.  He was smiling a huge grin that made my heart sing.  I was wearing a long, simple, white dress.  He held me ageist his chest and we danced.  I was happy in that picture.  Was this my future or was it with Derek?  I looked at my reflection once more.  It was like looking at me but in a different form.  I didn’t want to be this.  I didn’t want to wear this dress.  And I didn’t want Derek.  I wanted Charlie, just Charlie, Charlie and Kyra.  Forever.  I stepped out from the armor room and set out to find the dungeon.  Where hopefully, I would find my inescapable love.