Page 119 of Daddies' Little Spitfire

“Are you okay?” he gently asked. “Can I help you?”

She didn’t attempt to wipe away the tears on her face.She wanted him to see what he was doing to her. Hedda was absolutely miserable, but he didn’t want to see it. He still thought he was doing what was best for her.

“I want my Papa and Daddy!” she yelled as she continued to cry. “I just want to go back to them.”

His face grew dark. “You’re staying here. You’re never seeing them again. You begging won’t help at all. If anything, it makes me want to find you a husband much more to keep you away from them.”

A sob broke free. “Y-you can’t m-make me m-m-marry him!”

“Watch me,” he said. “I have a priest on payroll. He’ll get you two married.”

Hedda continued to cry in her bed. No matter how much she begged him or tried to reason, he wasn't letting up on it.

“Stop fucking crying,” he growled. “So fucking weak.”

“Just let me go and you won’t have to see me again,” she whispered.

It would hurt her to not have any contact with him since he was her brother. She loved him and cared for him. He had changed after she killed Richard but maybe things could go back to the way things were before.

“You won’t be fucking leaving. I’m placing you with someone I can trust! Someone I know will take care of you,” he said. “I want what’s best for you.”

Hedda buried her head into the blanket and cried out. She didn’t understand why he was doing this to her. Couldn’t he see she was miserable? Couldn’t he see that this wasn't good for her?

“I’ll be back later,” he said.

She heard the door close, and she took several deep breaths in. She didn’t know how much more crying she could do.

More apparently.

Her eyes shed tears and she sat up in bed. Hedda looked at the blank white wall in front of her. The same white walls she had been staring at before she fell asleep.

After the second day here, Hedda had shut the blinds on her window. Being able to see outside was taunting her. Showing her what she had with Papa and Daddy, but she couldn’t have any more.

Was this going to be the rest of her life? Was she going to be locked away in a room? Hedda knew she wouldn’t be able to last if that was the case. She would go crazy like she was now.

Sometimes, she thought she saw Richard in the corner of the room. Taunting her into coming closer so he could kill her. She knew he wasn’t real, but her mind was playing tricks on her.

Hedda slowly started to scratch her arms, trying to ground herself. It was a bad habit she had gotten into after she closed the blinds. She didn’t know how many days had passed since she closed the blinds.

Had it been a week? A couple of days? A month?

She had no clue and no one else told her. Not that she asked what day it was or how long she had been here. She was worried it had only been a day since she closed the blinds.

Time was going by a lot slower since she had been stuck in the room. Sometimes it felt like Rogan was here in themorning when she woke up and a couple seconds later a maid came in with lunch. She knew that wasn’t true and time had actually passed. But other times it felt like an eternity before someone came into her room to deliver food.

Hedda had tried to get out when the maid came to give her food. It hadn’t worked out. She tried to sneak past the maid but there was a guard at the door. Rogan knew she would try to escape, and he wasn’t having any of it.

Would her husband be like this? Would he keep her locked in a room so she couldn’t leave?

Hedda started to scratch her arms harder. Her body was getting used to this. Which only meant she needed to scratch harder.

She screamed at the white wall, letting her anger, frustration, sadness all out. But no matter how much she did this, it never worked. Nothing seemed to work. She continued to scream and scratch her arm.

The door burst open and Rogan ran towards her.

“Hedda!” he yelled.

But she didn’t pay any attention to him. She scratched harder, trying to ground herself.

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