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Dec 14, 2014 12:34PM
"I'm just not hungry." She says stubbornly.
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Dougie looks down at her before standing, "Tylia what is going on?"((Do you want him to storm off then she follows and the whole thing happens with the maid?))
((Ooo yeah))"Nothing, really. I'm just not hungry." Tylia mumbles. She really wasn't.
Dougie sighed and stood walking out of the room and telling Locke he would be a few minutes.
"Dougie?!" Tylia said worriedly, coming to stand in the doorway. Locke stayed silent, but gave Tylia a sympathetic look.
He moved to the bedroom where he started to pace. He knew he started this, but god it hurt that she wouldn't talk to him. ((Do you want to play the maid, or will I?))
((Could you? I suck at evil charracters.))Tylia bolts from the room, planning on finding out what was going on with Dougie.
The maid from earlier walks into his room making him look up. "What do you think your doing?" he asks her but she says nothing until she is standing in front of him."She isn't good for you sir."
At her words Dougie gives her a confused look, "What do you me-" He couldn't finish his sentence as she pushed her lips to his.
Tylia reaches the door just as this happens. She gasps, tears filling her eyes, and turns away. She goes to the empty maids room that used to be hers and locks the door, then collapses on the floor, crying.
Dougie pushes her away. "Get out." he shouts pushing her out. "Get out and don't think about coming back in here!" Dougie had know idea what had just happened.
Tylia makes sure the door is locked, her hands shaking with tears. Of course it wasn't real. He was just faking. He just wanted another toy, someone else to mess with.
When she is gone Dougie sits and rubs his face. What just happened?
Tylia continues sobbing. The room soon becomes stuffy and she opens the floor length window. A patch of the sun shines on an odd crack in the wall she had never seen. ((I was thinking it could be a door to his sister's rooms))Locke knocked on Dougie's door, a bit worried.
((I like that :) ))Dougie looked up to see Locke. He stood and made his way over, "Who's the made with blonde hair and about the height of my shoulder?" he asked. Dougie was distant as he asked about the maid who just threw herself at him.
Tylia slowly pushed, and fell forward as a door opened. She coughed as she cried, dust riding around her. "Lila, why? And, where's my sister? She said she was going to be with you."
"Lila- Wait, what?" he asked moving out the door and looking down the hall. "Lila is to stay away from me." he growled at Locke. She seen that and misinterpreted what was happening?
Locke nodded, but his eyes flickered with confusion. "Where's my sister?" He asks again, worried. Tylia looked up to find her self in a suite of rooms. She closed the door behind herself and looked around, still shaking with tears.
Dougie didn't want to think about what just happened. "I think she saw Lila..." he paused feeling sick. "I didn't know Lila felt that way, but she threw herself at me." Dougie looked up at him, "I think Tylia saw."
Locke swore, and quite loudly. One of the older maids who was walking by heard and jumped, startled.
"It's fine." Dougie said to the maid before back at Locke. "I swear I'm not interested in anyone apart from your sister."
"I know that, but does Tylia?" Locke ran a hand through his hair, looking frustrated.
"I doubt it." He says before moving to her maids room. It was the only place he could think of her going. As he neared the room a shiver ran up his spine. Lilly's room was closed off next door.
Locke followed close behind, worried as heck. Tylia was sitting on the floor of the rooms, sobbing violently.
Taking a deep breath, Dougie opens the door, "Tylia?" he whisper's softly.
The maid room is completely empty, but the window is open, a light breeze blowing the curtains in.
He walked in slowly and looked around. Lilly's door faced on to the bedroom as he moved closer he could hear sobbing.
Locke tensed when he saw the open window at first, but paused when he heard sobbing.
Dougie walked to the door he had never set eyes on in the past five years. Hie turned the handle and opened it slightly, "Tylia?"
Tylia gasped and jumped up, stumbling backwards. "No! No, leave me alone, I hate you!"
Dougie flinched at her words. "Listen to me, please."
"No! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!" She shouts, trembling with tears.
Dougie clenched his jaw, pain coursing threw it. "That back there was one sided. That was her, not me." he shouted back at her. Never has he raised his voice to her. "You know what forget it." Dougie turned and stormed passed Locke. I've messed up...again.
Tylia bursts into heavier tears, bolting out of the room. "Tylia!" Locke cries as she pushes past Dougie and sprints down the hall, sobbing.
Dougie see's them run and done the only thing he knew helped him forget. His fist connected with the wall repeatedly, only stopping when he heard his mother scream his name. When he stopped the pain spread throughout his hands.
Tylia locks herself in an unused room, sobbing harder and harder. She ignores the banging on the door from Locke, curling into a tight ball.
He ignored his mother as she continued to ask questions. The maid from earlier walks in and Dougie growls at her. "You! Get out. Out of the palace and don't come back!" She runs out terrified.
Tylia keeps crying, crying until it hurt, and then continued. She felt like Dougie had tossed her aside, had never cared, had only used her.
Dougie finally explained to his mother and she nodded. "Don't hurt yourself. You need to talk to her Calmly."He sighed and nodded before getting up. His mother had bandaged his hands.
Tylia keeps crying, her eyes stinging and a soreness racking her body. Locke kept banging on the door, his hands bruised and his voice raw.
Dougie jogged to where he saw Locke. "Is she in there?"
Locke nods. His voice was weak and fearful."She won't come out. I'm afraid she's going to starve herself."
Dougie won't take any chances. "Tylia, if you don't open the door then you better move away from it." he listens for any noise at all.
Tylia was crying to hard to hear. She was trembling, curled in the corner.
He moved back a few steps before running at the door, his shoulder connecting first. The hinges burst as the door falls open.
Tylia doesn't even notice. She was too busy wallowing in hurt, in pain.
Dougie crouches in front of her, the bandages now bloody again, "Listen to me." he holds her arms, "I don't know what that maid was thinking okay, but you are the one I want."
Tylia tries to jerk away, sobbing even harder. She wanted to believe him, but she was so afraid.
"Please look at me." he was angry at himself, but he needed Tylia.
"But you hate me..." She cried, sobbing even harder. She believed him, she realized, she trusted him, and all she wanted to do was be with him.
"Why would I hate you?" he said running his hand through her hair.
