Autumn had managed to stumble out of the meeting room before the double doors were shut; she didn't and couldn't understand anything, nothing. Nothing that happened behind those closed doors. With a hand on her forehead and the other on the wall leading her, she was able to find her way, down the hall to the servant's quarters. When the air around her changed, her green eyes flashed and the blood thirsty look returned as she stepped away and turned around; effectively evading a grab and a slap directed at her face. With blurry neon vision, Autumn stared at the split image of a fuming brunette who was in a fighting stance. With quirked lips rolled into a smirk, her body tingled in anticipation.
"Bitch!". She seethed.
"Hello shorty". Autumn replied with her head cocked to the side, studying like she always did with her opponents but one thing was for sure; the one in front was not a threat.
"Do. Not. Call. Me. That!!!". She screeched making Autumn frown. "The name's Bridget".
"So?". She asked sarcastically with raised brows.
"I just want to know what he saw in a morbid rat like you".
"Who?". She played oblivious.
"Oh! Don't play me!!". Bridget snapped her fingers with a hand on her waist.
Autumn tsked and circled Bridget liked a predator would do to a prey.
"Not everything is about beauty Brigget".
"It's Bridget".
"And I don't care". Her vision was like a reflection turned upside down while the real image was normal but her only problem was like a ripple, seeing things in two's, making her almost loose her footing.
"Acting all mighty because you rode with him to the establishment". She spoke with her eyes and neck following Autumn circling her, keeping her in a position like she was hypnotized.
"It's not everyday you get favor from a Hottt Noble". She emphasized the 'Hot' with so much distaste rolling off with it but angry Bridget was ticked.
"Tell me what position he had you to make you so cocky".
"Well what can I say, I'm a star to be taken up and against the wall". Autumn cringed, not daring to picture that kind of image.
Bridget screamed and charged at Autumn only to be locked in a choke hold with her legs dangling midair and her back against the wall.
"Rule Number 1: Never underestimate your opponent". She let the chocking Bridget slide down to the floor. She was on her knees and hands, sucking air greedily into her lungs as she tried stopping Autumn who had taken a step away from her.
"Wait!". She croaked and Autumn's side profile of her good face was all she got, stunning her for a moment.
"Make it quick if you have anything to say".
"What did he see in you? Heck!, what does this establishment see in you". She spoke in tears, making a disoriented Autumn ache.
"Why does Mr. Luck love you so much". She sobbed in a sitting position with her arms wrapped around her knees and her head hung low. "You're the only one who hasn't being destroyed".
The bitter truth. She had been destroyed too but not in this kind of way, not in the establishment.
"I just want to be happy. I don't want to be a slave; I just want to help my loved ones". She whispered.
Same. Autumn thought with closed eyes, playing the image of her parents in her head.
"I can help you". She found herself saying.
"How? By getting married to a Noble?". Bridget asked sarcastically.
"How can you be so sure?". Autumn asked quizzically.
"Getting favor just once doesn't mean you have found it in his sight".
The way they referred to George as 'his' made Autumn laugh inwardly.
"How can you be so sure?". Autumn asked again and sighed, getting down on her knees to sit beside Bridget leaning against the wall.
"I can help you escape".
"What!!!". Bridget screamed making Autumn clamp her hand on Bridget's mouth, muffling the rest into her hand. She looked around and sighed in relief, Bridget mimicking her action
"Don't worry they're all down Hall 2 in room B2".Bridget told Autumn. "But I was privileged to sneak out".
"You were saying?". She faced Autumn again.
"I can help you escape from this hell hole". Autumn repeated.
"Gained so much confidence from riding with G-Sir George". Bridget shivered when she almost called George without his title but spoke in whispers.
"Not that again!!". Autumn groaned and cursed George.
I curse you George, I curse you.