I waited on the balcony with a little sense of wholeness. Feeling the cool air on my brown skin, it brought comfort to me and for once I started to feel a little better. Even the "Den of Wolves"couldn't stop this feeling and I liked it. This feeling of security, of hope, a light that I felt like I've been missing for sometime now. I wonder if everyone feels this type of feeling.
My heart was smiling and my tears dried, I was feeling like this "Gathering" was actually getting better. Well that is, until I heard a familiar voice. A voice that I could have gone without hearing today.
It was my father and it seemed he was nearing the Balcony which was odd, considering no one is really supposed to be coming out here. I took a deep breath looking around for a spot to hide but all I saw was the balcony railing.
The balcony railing, I-I couldn't possibly hang off the side of the balcony I mean what if he found me?! What if Charles-! I heard his steps, stepping even closer and I realized I had no choice. I had to hang off the side of the railing or feel the torture of my father. To be honest I would rather hang off the side of a cliff then hear him speak to me. So I walked over to the railing and lifted my arms up to hoist my body around to the other-side.
My dress got caught on the side a bit so I had to unhook it, it was really stuck so after a few tugs it teared a bit, which made my heart drop. Especially knowing how hard Charles worked on this outfit for me.
I wanted to tear up but I ran out of time at that point, so I dropped off the edge, catching myself barely on the hard, marble pavement. My hands were shaking a bit but I took deep breaths calming myself, so I wouldn't fall straight to the ground.
If I fell then I would most definitely sprang or break something. The balcony is pretty high from the ground and there is most certainly not a cushion under me. Mostly because the balcony is the least place my parents would expect me to be hanging from and even if they did expect to be hanging here. They would probably let me break something on purpose to teach me a morbid lesson.
I now have been hanging here for about 4 minutes now. So I thought my father just forgot about the balcony, but I was immediately contradicted by my words. When I heard a light slam on the door, followed by the doors closing after.
My father's voice seemed irritated and he stomped his foot up and down angrily shouting, "Damn it Regina! You said you had everything taken care of but yet I find another note of that damn girl about me! If word were to get out I swear I would be in deep shit. Damn!"
His words made me shudder especially at the mention of some girl that mad him angry, was it me? Was it some affair? I just hope it's not about Rene. Please don't let it be about Rene.