Page 20 of Daddies' Little Spitfire

Oliver put his hand on her back and gently nudged her to walk into the room. It took her breath away when she looked around the room. The walls were red, her favorite color.

"How do you like it?" Leo asked.

She stared at the walls and didn't respond to him. She loved the color but she didn't want him to know that. Hedda was still angry at both of them and this wasn't going to change anything. At least right now it wasn't.

Leo sighed and Hedda felt bad for a second. She didn't want to hurt them but at the same time she was angry at them for taking her away. It wasn't their decision to take her away from Michael and Monroe's house. She still wanted to be there because they left her alone, but she knew that being at Leo and Oliver's house, they weren't.

Before the incident, she had given them her consent to punish her if she broke one of the rules. That was all before she shot Richard. Things were different now, but they didn'tthink so.

"Think about if you want to change anything and let us know," Leo said. "If you need anything, Oliver and I will be downstairs."

Hedda didn't look at them. She wasn't going to go to them if she needed anything. She was going to prove to them that she didn't need them.

"We're here for you and want you to get better," Leo gently said as he put his hand on her shoulder.

She shrugged his hand off of her and took a step forward. She didn't want to be touched right now.

"That's okay," Leo said but she could hear the hurt in his voice. "I'm going to go get some lunch made. It's your favorite, mac and cheese with nuggets."

She closed her eyes and willed herself not to react to that. He remembered what her favorite thing to eat was and she so badly wanted to turn around and be excited but she didn't.

She couldn't.

"I'll come get you when it's done," Oliver said.

Hedda heard both of them walk out of the room and she dropped her shoulders. How was she going to do this? There was no way she was going to survive this. She needed to figure out how to get away from them.

She tilted her head and started to look around the room, more in depth this time. The walls were the perfect shade of red, not too dark but not too light. There were horses painted on the wall and her heart soured at that. They remembered that she loved horses.

Hedda took a step closer to the bookshelf and saw a couple horse stuffies next to some of thebooks she had told Oliver and Leo about. She slowly made her way towards the crib and there was a blanket in there with horses on it.

This room was perfect. Exactly how she would have wanted it if she had a Daddy.

She quickly took a step back as everything started to get overwhelming. This room was made for her. They had planned on her being their baby girl, their Middle.

Hedda didn't deserve the room. She had killed a man and they had no clue about it. They wouldn't want a murderer as their Middle.

Her anger started to bubble up inside of her as she continued to look at the room. There were a couple blankets and pillows in the corner, all with horses on them. This room was too perfect and it made her mad.

They shouldn't have done this. She shouldn't be here.

Hedda stalked towards the blankets and pillows in the corner, picking them up and throwing them around the room.

This room needed to be less perfect and she knew the perfect way of achieving that.

"Ahhh!" she yelled.

She ran over towards the crib and ripped the blanket off of it. She went over towards the bookshelf and grabbed the horse stuffies and threw them on the ground, yelling and screaming.

Right as she went towards the chest sitting near the crib, Oliver and Leo ran into the room but she didn't pay any attention to them. She was on a mission to make this room less perfect.

"Stop!" Leo yelled but she didn't.

He couldn't tell her to stop. He wasn't her Daddy.

"Hedda LeeAnn Ricci!" Leo said again.

No one was going to stop her from completing her mission. Maybe after this they would realize that she shouldn't be here. That she didn't belong here.

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