"It's just something to do to be strong. Come on, let's get you downstairs for breakfast," Paula blabbered almost at once afraid she had spoken more than she should have.
They both went downstairs to the dining table and saw Craig and those she assumed would be his parents on the table. She was lost and didn't know how to react so she stood still. She moved her eyes away from the table to look at the house but her eyes became blurry with tears. She felt like going back to her room but her feet seemed rooted.
Paula came to her and kneeled in front of her. She held her two arms and looked at her eyes.
"Come on, you should eat," she helped her wipe away her tears but everything to her seemed unreal. The table had different faces and not her parents. Her sadness got the best of her so she ran back upstairs to her room.
She banged the door in an effort to close it but it didn't and when she closed it again, the walls had felt her anger and they trembled.
She clutched onto her pendant and as she tried to wipe her tears that kept on trickling regardless. She didn't care about them. Her life had changed in one night. Memories of her family came rushing in. She didn't know how to erase the memories that kept hunting her. The memory of her mother being tortured.
"Leave me alone!" She uttered when a knock came on the door. She didn't want to see anyone and she had to mourn her parents but didn't know the best way to.
The door was opened and a face peeped to see where she was and when he saw her, he got in and closed the door behind her. He pitied her and didn't know how best to approach her. He knew how to handle such situations but he hadn't handled a child. He hadn't known a wolf that was as heartless as to deprive a child of his young life.
He went and sat down beside her. He looked at her and felt pity and anger. Maybe if he was their earlier, he would have saved her mother. It would have made her pain even less.
"Cry it out! Vent out your anger. It'll make you feel better," he said to her. She suddenly went quiet and he was not sure what she was thinking. She didn't know how to show her weakness. Not that he had never known but those who understood her tantrums were not around. She looked at the man beside him her face blank.
"Mr..." She started and suddenly realized she didn't know his name. He felt embarrassed that she hadn't thanked him but she didn't feel the need to. It was best that she would have died anyway.
"Arthur. Arthur Lughes. That's my name." He answered understanding what she was trying to figure out. She looked back at him her eyes determined.
"Why did you save me?" She asked this time devoid of emotions.
He was surprised at her question and suddenly his mouth twitched as he clenched his fist. He quickly changed his expression and looked back at her.
"I just happened to pass by," he said smiling at her.
She was not convinced but she did not want to ask further. She was thinking of other things. Of her parents. Of revenge.
"Can I see the bodies of my parents?" She asked this time surged by feelings she could not comprehend. She did not want to be pitied and she detected it in the man.
"You cannot see them now. If you go back there, they'll be watching. They're probably waiting for someone to come for them," she knew he made sense but the very sound of it pained her heart. The fact that she could not even have a last moment with her parents made her crave for Arkanta's blood.
"I want to be strong. I want revenge for my parents," she uttered in between gritted teeth. Her anger was taking over and she didn't care. It was the only thing that held her heart at bay. The people that she loved were gone and sitting back at that room everyday would not help her even a bit.
Arthur stood up and headed to the door and Laura as struck by his reaction. How could walk out on him?
"Won't you help me? She asked again this time afraid. He could not do anything alone. Not this time. He opened the door and went out closing it behind him. She was left shattered and now her fears were coming alive.
She had to find someone to help her if not him. She would grow alone and do whatever she had to do to make Arkanta pay for his wickedness. She headed to her wardrobe and looked for a bag to start packing when she suddenly remembered that nothing of hers was in the room. She had nothing to her name.
She looked for a cloth that would fit her to go out. The dress was not suitable enough and she settled for a black trouser and peach tanktop. She took out some black boots that were on the shoe rack beside the wardrobe and tried them on. They fitted her perfectly. It was as if they had measured her before hand.
She looked around the room and thought of how good this would have been if it was her home. But it was not, she wouldn't allow herself to think that. The people in the home were nice. She was getting to like Nanny Paula and felt sad at the thought of it.
She headed towards the window but remembered something that made her stop suddenly. She looked towards the drawer beside the bed. She rushed to it and opened each of them as if looking for something but was frustrated when she didn't.
She needed a weapon. Something she could protect herself with. She had decided to climb down through the window but now she had to sneak into their kitchen for a knife. Or maybe a fork.
She went to the door and turned the door knob and just as it opened, she was met with a smiley face on the door.