BLEEDING PRINCESS

The Scars She Hid From The World

REGINA MCBRIDE

The heavy iron gates of the Wilderness Correction Camp groaned as they released me after three years of state-sponsored hell. I stood on the dirt road, clutching a plastic bag that held my entire life, waiting for the family that claimed they sent me there for "rehab." My brother, Brady, picked me up in a luxury SUV only to throw me out onto a deserted highway in the middle of a brewing storm. He told me I was a "public relations nightmare" and that the rain might finally wash the "stink" of the camp off me. He drove away, leaving me to limp miles through the mud on a snapped ankle. When I finally dragged myself to our family estate, my mother didn't offer a hug; she gasped in horror because my muddy clothes were ruining her Italian marble. They didn't give me my old room back. Instead, they banished me to a moldy gardener’s shack and hired a "babysitter" to make sure I didn't embarrass them further. My sister, Kaleigh, stood there in white cashmere, pretending to cry while clinging to her fiancé, Ambrose—the man who had once been mine. They all treated me like a volatile junkie, refusing to acknowledge that Kaleigh was the one who planted the drugs in my bag three years ago. They wanted to believe I was broken so they wouldn't have to feel guilty about the "wellness retreat" that was actually a torture chamber. I sat in the dark of that shed, feeling the cooling gel on the cigarette burns that covered my arms, and realized they had made a fatal mistake. They thought they had erased me, but I had returned with a roadmap of scars and a hidden satellite phone. At dinner, I didn't beg for their love. I simply rolled up my sleeves and showed them the price of their silence. As the wine spilled and the lies crumbled, I sent a single text to the only person I trusted: "I'm in. Let them simmer." The hunt was finally on.

Modern Revenge Scheming Kickass Heroine Comeback Revenge

Download the Book on the App

She just received a call from her mum informing her about the stay-at-home order. She despised thinking that the outbreak of this so-called disease is the most dreadful and saddest news she had ever heard.

“Ughhhh, self-isolation, self-isolation more of a self-detention and self-destruction” she muttered to herself.

Her wedding ceremony was just next week Saturday and now what, a restraining order. She stood up from her bed and made a move to her dressing mirror. She stood there for some time and pushed the chair forward to key into the locker. She walked to her sitting room and recollected something and went back to the room. She needed to inform Techna about the postponement of her wedding ceremony. She dialled her number

“According to my calculations, I detect your mood is 0.00001 not in a good shape…”

“Oh, just stop it already, will you?"Flora cut her angrily

“Oh well at least I was right about your mood after all. Not good, not good, not good at all. At least I need a compliment for that”Techna said sounding meek

“Alright Techna, my …”

“The wedding has been postponed because of the outbreak of the viral infection, no P, we’ll manage. Should I come over …” Techna said robotics

“Where did I meet you? Or “she was cut short

“Ah, apparently, under a cherry tree at St' Charles Anglican church, Melrose street, Los Angeles” Techna said.

“Alright, could you please just stop that, I know you are expecting me to ask you what you just discovered with your language and talking styles presently. So what have you?” Flora asked

“Finally, I just finished making an air-fly, flying around Angeles, look behind you” Flora looked behind her to see a little plane at her transparent window. “Um, Techna, is this a little plane or what?” She asked confused

“Uh, don’t you dare abuse the power of technology. I call it ‘The Air-fly’ dan dan dan dan” She made a beat with her mouth with excitement.

“Oh crackers, I don’t mind you moving over but first, let me meet you at your house junction so you keep packing until I get there I want us to go to James house together”.

“Noooo problem” she said stressing the ‘o’ “see you then” she hanged up.

She stood up and went to her room to change her dress. She took her car key and went to the garage. She drove silently along the street, she thought of putting on the stereo but she declined from the idea.

Minutes later she saw Techna on the road and was amazed with what she saw. “What the hell?” she said silently as she drove closer to her.

“Hi, Flower, how are your plants coping?”Techna greeted her, waving

“At least they are doing great until I saw” she made a round gesture with her hand “this”

“Come on, the holidays might take forever so I don’t wanna stop working, you understand"

"No I don't understand, cause I don’t know where you are going to put all of this." Flora repeated the gesture.

“Relax” she brought out a remote from her purse and pressed a button, all the boxes disappeared except the one on her hands.

“Whaaat!!!?, oh common why should I be surprised no one should ever be surprised at you starting from your name, Techna”.

“And that’s why I’m special” she moved her body and closed her eyes revealing a smug face. She got into the car and Flora drove on to James' house.

Read Now