Angeliqui

We walked our way towards my home

He didn't let go of my hands even for a nano second

Our palms are sweaty from our internal heat because the weather is chilly and stormy

There's no way our hands are sweaty because of the weather

It has to be our body's doing

There's a electricity between us

There's something between us

Some link

Some eternal connection

Something different

Something spiritual and otherworldly, I can feel it and from the look in his eyes I can tell he feels it too

There's a look of melancholy in his eyes that looks ancient, so so so ancient .

As if it's about to rain so heavily sky might fall

These heavy looking clouds are darker than anything dark I've ever seen

As if they are also showing me sympathy and trying to console and soothe my fears

My dress keeps whipping around my thighs and sometimes over his trousers too

Sometimes my long hair would fleetingly whip on his face

But he isn't getting furious over that as I'd expected

No

He'd simply remove them

And soon enough

We are at our front door

As I crossed my garden

Some part of my soul whispered

" maybe it's the last time you're seeing your flowers, your peonies, your roses, your lilacs, your periwinkles, your daisies, mesmerize them "

Ugh my brain

Damn you

He pushed the door open

So confidently as if he's known this place forever

As if it belongs to him

Well,

According to the parchments it does

Nothing's ours

And we made our way in

More like he dragged me

Some thing's off

My home is bone shiveringly silent

Grannyma isn't in view

The aura of weather is hauntingly silent

Only his footsteps are audible

We cross the entrance and enter our hall

And my heart sinks

Oh no

Grannyma sits there ,utterly silent, head bowed down, signing a paper that is on the top of approx 1000 papers

What is she signing

Deep down, I know the answer

I achingly know what she's penning her signatures on

His grip on my wrists tightens for a nano second

Does he think I'd run

I can't

Even if I tried I can't

Because

My grannyma sits there like a deer caught in head lights

Almost fifteen men are standing in every corner

Fifteen brawny built men for a old lady and me

How pathetic

But my heart sinks in my stomach

My grannyma looks as if she'd fall sick this very moment

Face red, body sickeningly sweating and clammy

She's shaking and her eyes

Oh no

She's in tears

As if she'd die before signing them all

Heavens forbid

If anything happened to her I will kill all of them

How dare they make her a crying shivering puddle

She signs and signs

Something made a sound

What

Oh no

They have guns ready to shoot in their hands

Why

Why so much protection for themselves when they're fully aware we are the one's in need of protection

I didn't realize how much time passes like this

Her whimpering and signing

And we all still

Well

They all being conscious that we might pull any stunt

And we two being shaking puddles

I didn't even realize when Mr Barsetti sat down across from my grannyma

Assessing her signatures

As if she'd pull any fraud act

How low can they go

She's so old and they aren't even granting her a word of mercy

No

They have her on gun point

But

When she's done signing then what

I know

She's not they're after

It's me

Will they take me with them

Where..

Will they make me leave my grannyma alone

Noooo

And then there's sitting an arrogant man who touched me a little ago with his vile fingers

Looking totally unfazed and unaffected by what's he and his men are doing to us

No chivalry at all

They're scaring an old woman and making me stand, shaking and petrified to death with what's to come

But I have to speak something

Anything

" what's actually happening "

No answers

For five minutes

No answers

As if I'm not worth answering

They have another thing coming

" I asked what's happening, what is she signing, there was nothing mentioned in the parchments saying she or the current oldest of family had to sign bundles of papers plus she's supposed to take medicines and since it's her rest time, she's supposed to rest"

No one answers

Only

He craned his neck to look at me

As if he hasn't already

After assessing me for two minutes

He answered " she's not in the position to make us wait, she will sign them, all of them right infront of us and then the process will come in action "

" what action " I retreated

" actions like you becoming ours for as long as you breathe " he seethed

"noooo" I screeched

" you will come with us to live and work as we say ,every action yours will be on our discretion ,we own your soul and you have to pay penalties for your ancestors doings for as long as you survive " he seethed again and then got up from chair and came to me

And started to whisper in my ears " we own your soul and our history demands I take and take from you until you're a shell of a human, our history demands that I suck every morsel of light and happiness from you and then I close your eyes forever, our fates were written centuries ago and that binds us for eternity, it destines you to pain and crucifying death and it destines me to be your murderer " his last words are spoken so low, they're purely solely for my ears but

My grannyma somehow heard them

She has to by the way she's loudly weeping ,sobbing and whimpering now

But still

There's an aura of authority in her

She partly looks like a defeated queen signing her power away but still carrying the wondrous aura of queen

And all my thoughts can do is

Wonder and ponder

When did everything go wrong

Why was I was chosen To be the girl destined to be subjected to this ,

Why no mercy on us from almighty creator

Even if we belong from the family of sinners

It's been centuries

Why can't this fate change or stop

Why God can't forgive us already for God knows what crimes that took place centuries ago

I shivered thinking what they might do to me

How will they make me pay

How many people will make me pay

I'm all alone against the most powerful Barsettis

Alone and trapped

God

My thoughts will murder me before them

And then..

My mind whirls

It spins

As if darkness of whirlwind scatters

And everything started fading

They will really take me

Away from everyone and everything I've ever known

My home

My garden

My favorite park

My stormy town

My lake

My lilacs

My peonies

My roses

My books

My life

Now grannyma is just a faded and extremely blurred image

And everything turns dark