LOGINDarcie I tried to squint my eyes, looking through the dimly lit room with basic stupid machines. There's a man in there perched to the edge of the wall. “Mr George?” I called out. “Hello, Darcie. What was your offense?”“Oh my gosh. Mr George.” I ran towards him and sat down. “Why are you here? What has gotten into Arthur? Why is he doing this? What kind of underground bunker is this?” Panic grew in my voice as I rushed. “This should be my fifth or sixth time here.” He says with a nonchalant expression. “Are you okay?”“No. No.” I stood up and started banging on the gate, yelling. “It's only a waste of time. Trust me. He'll release us when he's ready.” Mr George said, with lack of energy. Like he was so unbothered in here. I paused for a while, then scanned the arena. It's creepy. But better than being in a pig’s pen. I walked slowly, frustrated closer to the wall and sat down. So, this really was it. Arthur was like a god over us here. My mind drifts to Charles'. Is he okay? His
DarcieI was doomed. No. We were doomed. I couldn't stop breathing hard. The doors burst open, the police officers stormed out, then the chief grabbed my hands and yanked me out forcefully. A yelp escaped my lips as I fell to the ground. I snapped my head up. Arthur veins popped on his arms as he held Charles' hands. Charles' is heaving, heavily. His eyes said it all, showing a sign of defeat on his face. Blood oozed from his lips. Our plans didn't work. How? Why? My head starts spinning. The four police officers stood around Arthur, the last one beside me. I just knelt helplessly on the floor. Arthur must have beaten the hell out of Charles. “Well, well, well. I admire your bravery. Darcie miller. You are one dream lady.” He lets go of Charles who slurred, then picks an iron rod from the ground striking his leg with a sickening crunch. Charles yelled, collapsing to the floor and clutched his leg in pain, wailing in agony. I covered my mouth in shock, tears gathered in my eyes. How
Darcie My heart didn't stop thumping the moment we filled the back seats of the bus. We both completed the seats and the driver and slammed the door shut. Trevor took a cap from his case and wore it immediately. He whispered. “They shouldn't recognize me.”“Okay. I can't believe we're doing this. Where are we going to stay? What are we going to do? What if George comes back and Arthur? If he's looking for us. Your parents….” I started panicking. He draped his arms over my seat. “Relax. You wanted to do this anyway so don't panic. Just focus on the moment.”The bus lurches forward, moving. “Well, I have a credit card. Enough money to buy us anything. Food, accomodation? Chill. We'll travel to Topeka, Kansas. It's sparsely populated so we can hide.” Charles explained, serious. I smiled. Finally, what I wanted was finally happening. To leave this place. I hate the great divide of Aurelia city between the hill, which was for the elites, like Charles family, Sloane, Genevieve and ever
DarcieReally? Was that servant part necessary? Genevieve gives me a lingering stare, then at Charles. Like a questioning look. “What is she doing here, Charles?”Charles laughed. “Oh, well. Arthur sent her here to deliver something.”“Oh.” She raises her brow, then whispers to Charles. “You know you can't bring someone that is from the valley here. What would people say? I mean, look at her dressing.”“I heard that.” I said boldly. The fucking audacity she has to look down on me like that. My eyes narrowed and Charles gulped. “Why don't you go back in, I'll come meet you.” He touched her hands on his shoulder and she smiled sweetly. “Okay.” She said in a sing-song manner before bouncing off. Charles sighed. “I'm sorry about that.” He chuckled, nervously, adjusting his tie. “You know, Genevieve could be like that at times.”“Wow. I got just insulted by the senate's daughter. How interesting.” I tapped my fingers on the table, annoyed, cracking my knuckles. “Don't mind her. It's f
Darcie I don't know what the fuck that was about. But I planned. Next time I'd set a camera if I knew only us would be together. I'll show it to Charles. Or find Mr Sterling and let him know of the threat. That asshole. I kept on cursing him in my head all through. When I was done drying the clothes, completely done with work, I was heading back inside the house, Charles was emerging out. We stopped. “Where are you doing? I asked, looking at him in a grey sleeved shirt. “BC.” He says flatly. Obviously. He wasn't happy. He was never happy about it. I, too, was sad for him. “Well, I thought you weren't going today.”“Me too. Change of plans by the way.”Arthur stepped out, watching us both. I changed my face into a serious one. “Well, bye.”I walked past Arthur. I stayed in my bedroom for the rest of the day. When I was hungry, I'd just get something from the fridge and eat. I grabbed a book to read. It was a poem about loneliness. The only thing I loved here in the Sterling mansio
Darcie I didn't talk to Charles. Even the next day. I made breakfast. Stood all through the way Arthur wanted it to be. Charles' had been looking at me but I didn't return the stare. I knew deep down he craved to talk to me but I gave him no chances. This family is cursed. They're all wicked. My eyes turned to Arthur. I wished I could suffocate him with a pillow. Son of a bastard. After breakfast, I washed the dishes, then went to do Arthur's and Charles' laundry. It was Saturday. Charles' didn't go to the firm today with him. And the plan we wanted to execute to get rid of Arthur would have to hold for a while. Because I was slowly detaching myself from him. I don't think I should ever forget the fact that I'm just an ordinary person in this mansion. The sound of the machine hummed in the laundry room. I'm listening to music with an earphone. At least, this work could distract me from thinking too much. But, it wasn't working the way I wanted it to. I still couldn't breathe proper







