chapter 15

Elsa was heartbroken again, the warmth, aura and the radiance of the place went damp. She couldn't help but feel like a fool, being drugged unintentionally also couldn't lessen her pain. Whom could she share her abandonment with? Who would help her make her world bright? She longed for Nevile's presence. Her hopes to get her mom's love ended long ago. She held herself close and sat on the bathroom floor crying bitterly. Nevile was gone, he too chose Elena, she felt a deep pang of pain, the sharp agony of loosing a part of her. It was always Elena who won in all aspects. She stood up clumsily her legs still weak, bearing the weight of rejection. Elsa gathered herself up and came outside the bathroom. She was shivering with cold. Her eyes still red, and her unfulfilled desires flashed through her body. She walked to her mother's wardrobe, to find some clothes, ‘red sapphire, tiger shawl, ... The wardrobe, the wardrobe was full of vibrant expensive collections. She closed the wardrobe and decided to sneak into Elena's room, she wanted to see how Elena lived in the room which was once hers. Her heart raced as she walked through the house. The same familiar tiles, she remembered her father and her walk around, play there and enjoy every bit of their time. Her childhood days had come back to life, in just seconds. Anne's happy face smiling, John laughing satisfied with everything he had. She walked towards the tea table where they drank tea. The same table, where dad, mom and I sat. She walked towards the wall where her father's photo hung as a memory. She detached the photo from the wall and hugged it tightly, crying intently.  She wished John was alive. She sat on the living room tiles, with the photo. “Dad ... Dad you were the only one who loved me. Where and why did you even go? I miss you nothing is going good dad. I want to come to you, the world is cruel, and everything I want is taken by Elena. Dad ...." She looked at his photo and cried, cried until her chest hurt. She was still wet, hugging the photo tight with, fear of abandonment. She went into Elena's room. Anne hadn't returned yet. Still with the photo in her arms, she said, “My room! My place," again nostalgia hit her like wind. “I never wanted to leave you!" She sighed. She loved here room, kept it clean and adorned it with artworks, she was a prodigy in skills since childhood. I want to live here, it's mine. The window of the room was open and cold breeze entered which set chills to her spine. She wasn't bothered what would happen to her if Anne or Allen came home. She opened Elena's cupboard and pulled out a towel, she also took a pink silk dress from there and rushed into the bathroom. “It feels so nice to use my own bathroom after ages." She smiled. Suddenly she realized that she was smelling like Nevile. ...Anne was enjoying her time inside the cafe. She was eating and drinking with her oldy friends. Suddenly she got a voice note from Allen, “Babe, I won't be coming home tonight, I have an important meeting with Mr. Coomer." Hearing this, she felt suspicious but didn't bother. “Mr.Coomer she growled." Her friends questioned her, but she kept it personal. ...The cheque Nevile gave her remained inside her dress pocket. She didn't realize, but later shree removed the cheque abe kept it on the top of the soap case. She was having a good time, enjoying thee time in her bathroom. “Atleast something is good in here." She exclaimed. She remembered the beautiful times Anne helped her take bath... “My pretty Elsy, pretty Elsy, a prince will come for my pretty Elsy." When Elsa was a kid Anne made sure she recited sone rhymes for Elsa while bathing her. “Huh! It was perfect." Suddenly dark thoughts of Nevile and Elena having good time hit her. She felt pain in her heart again. She didn't want Nevile to go. All she wanted was a little attention and love. She took a shower and dressed with fresh clothes. She drained her previously worn clothes and packed it in the plastic, so that Elena wouldn't know she was there. She also made sure to dry up the eight figure cheque Nevile had given her. She put the cheque in her purse. ... Elsa was looking at herself in the mirror, “It feels good to steal something that belongs to Elena. Atleast for once." Elsa smirked. She wasn't like this, and she hated this side of her. She is the kind, patient, super talented and jealousy free Elsa. She loves being like her father. She wished to keep that dress but she had no option for that time. That was a dress gifted to Elena by Nevile. He gave it to her just a few months ago, but Elsa was unknown to that fact. If she knew it was Nevile's gift to her sister, she would have worn something else. And yes, there were options, the wardrobe was big, with unlimited branded clothes. “ I guess Elena wore her clothes only once." Elsa laughed to herself. She knew that she had to leave before Allen or anyone of them came in. It was late evening and she had no option but to call Gale. She picked her belongings and called Gale, “Gale I need your help please please, come to pick me up from, ‘Rosewood Villa.' Fast before Madame Anne comes." But now the effects of the drugs were diminishing. She was feeling better. She took her father's photo with her, as she knew that Anne and her new family wouldn't even notice the absence of the frame there. Gale arrived soon, she parked the car beside Elsa, and opened the windows, “Must say, Elsy, your learnt it hard way, I mean dressing up like Elena, looking gorgeous." “Uh... Shut up Gale, let's leave we have less time before that monster Anne arrives."