Mr. Edmenson walked out of his room, leaving Ramona feeling hopeless.
✧˖°.✧˖˚▹ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ༺༄ؘ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 10 ༄ؘ༻ₓ˚ .୧ ˚○◦˚.˚◦○˚ ୭˚▹ₓ˚.✧˖°.✧
𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥? Ramona thought. She sighed and rested her face on the palm of her hand. 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰, 𝘴𝘰, 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐'𝘮 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦! 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦? 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘢𝘵! 𝘔𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵.
Ramona started to walk towards a small desk in the room but just then, the door opened.
"What do you think you are doin'?!" Mr. Edmenson hissed.
Ramona jumped in fear for probably the tenth time that day. "Um, I was just looking for something."
"𝘖𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 you were, huh?" Mr. Edmenson replied as he stared at his daughter.
He looked so mad, Ramona wouldn't be surprised if smoke came out of his ears.
"What were you looking for? Clues about my past, eh? Listen, I know your intentions more than you know them yourself so stop trying to act like some Sherlock. Your mother is dead! She is dead!"
"Right you are," Ramona muttered with an eye roll. She crossed her arms and shifted her weight to one leg.
"I thought so. Now listen, I don't wanna repeat myself again. Your mother has died, there ain't nothin' we can do about it. Do NOT let me find you in here again."
Mr. Edmenson turned to the door when Ramona called out to him. "Wait! I need to ask you something."
He stopped right in his tracks and turned around slowly. "What?"
Ramona took a deep breath and looked up to meet her father's terrifying glare. "Have you ever lived in England before?"
Mr. Edmenson paused for a few seconds to think of a response. "Um, no."
"Where'd you live before you moved here?"
"I was always here," Mr. Edmenson replied before turning to leave. "Now leave me alone, I'm going off to work."
Ramona eyed her father's outfit. "Dressed in that? Aren't you a lawyer?"
"I can dress however I want. Leave my room."
Ramona reluctantly and slowly walked out of Mr. Edmenson's secret-filled room with him following her.
Mr. Edmenson brought out a key from his bag and locked his room door shut while Ramona watched him.
𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵? Ramona thought. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. 𝘈𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵, 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘪𝘯.
"Oi."
Ramona looked up to see her father's down-turned grey eyes staring right at her, making her nervous for what he was going to say. "Do not enter this room ever in your life. Unless I'm in there."
Ramona nodded and turned to walk to her room.
"Y'know what, don't even touch this door!" Mr. Edmenson called out to his daughter, who was already halfway to her room.
Ramona walked the way to her room and entered it.
𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺, she thought with a sigh. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘸. 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬, 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯.
Ramona heard her father's footsteps getting fainter and fainter, indicating that he was going to walk out the front door any second then.
𝘚𝘓𝘈𝘔!
Ramona did a small fist pump. 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺! 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦!
Ramona ran to her father's room with excitement in her heart. The adrenaline in her veins was making her heart exponentially beat faster and faster. She finally reached the door that her father had forbade her to touch and paused to ponder on how to break the door.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵, Ramona thought.
Slowly, she walked backwards to gain the momentum and force she needed while running to body slam the door. 𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬.
Ramona ran towards the door and turned her body sideways just as she was about to hit it so she would break the door with her upper arm and not her chest. This would prevent her from getting hurt, plus it would make the attack stronger.
𝘉𝘈𝘕𝘎!
Instead of the door falling backwards like Ramona had expected, the opposite happened!
She brushed herself off and sighed as she slowly walked backwards. She then ran to the door with even more speed than before.
𝘉𝘈𝘕𝘎!
𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵, Ramona thought as she let out an exasperated sigh. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮, 𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴.
She once again walked backwards but this time, she decided to give herself a small pep-talk.
"Okay, Ramona, you got this," she said aloud to herself. "Remember what this is for! This is to find out about your mother and twin sister! This is to cure your curiosity! This is to see if your father's the disciplined man you always thought he was! Now run to that door and show 'em what you got so that dumb door will open!"
And she did just that, only it wasn't good enough for the "dumb door" to open.
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭? 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵!
Ramona sighed and flopped down on the ground like a fish out of water. She decided that she needed a plan for her situation and wondered about what to do.
𝘏𝘮, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰..., Ramona thought. 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳! 𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘶𝘴!
She ran to the kitchen and searched for her favorite bloody knife located in a bloody drawer. Nah, I'm just playing. She 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 ran to the kitchen and searched for her favorite 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯 knife located in a 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯 drawer. Speedily, Ramona took the knife from the drawer, closed it, and ran to her father's room door. Once she was at the door, she stared at it awkwardly. She did not know how to use a knife to break a door.
𝘜𝘮, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐...?
Ramona sat down to catch her breath and thought about how to open the door with a knife.
𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧, she thought. 𝘋𝘰𝘰𝘳, 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺.
Easier thought than done. She began to scrape... and scrape... and scrape. However, her plan wasn't providing the fast results that she thought it would provide. At this rate, it would take a few hours just to make a 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵. At least some of the paint was scraped off.
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭! 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘰 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵?
Ramona threw the knife on the ground in frustration, barely missing her foot. Realizing what she had done, Ramona almost gasped and quickly picked the knife up from the floor. She walked in a circle and sighed, which always seemed to calm her down.
𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰! Ramona thought. She sighed and stared at the knife. Just for fun, she poked the tip of the knife with her hand only to realize that it was 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 sharp.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱... 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦, she thought.
Without a second thought, she began to jab and stab at the door, which did make some small holes, but did not make holes big enough to go through.
𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵! Ramona thought angrily. Suddenly, she looked to her right and saw the most perfect item to see at this time - a chainsaw.