The Recalling- Enslaved

Meet Ella: Rose's nightmare.

The Recalling: Enslaved

6:07 P.M.

            “As a daughter you are expected to maintain your obligations to the family. I, we, cannot tolerate your decision of idleness and you undermining me and our family. Do you understand what a daughter is supposed to?”

            No answer.

            One would only expect no answer as the mother only raised her voice during this interrogation.

            “She is required to fulfill all the joys the family holds, and you my daughter have not done that.,” inquired Ella Beauty.

            “But, mother!” replied Rose.

            “No excuses!”

            Ella suddenly stopped pacing in the room, and set her lit lantern on the ground. She than stood upright with her feet close together and crossed her arms over each other. Ella faced Rose, who was sitting on her bed.  On the ground, next to Rose’s feet was her own lantern, which was lit. Rose’s room was in the basement of the two-story house. In the basement was one room and that was reserved for her. Her room’s walls were covered with rock. Rose did not mind it too much, for when a fire would be lit in the middle of her room (the chimney was in the middle of the room), the rocks would absorb the heat, and the room was be warm and toasty. The biggest annoyance was the dirt that covered the floor of her room. When winter settled in, the floor would be frozen solid. Rose did not enjoy this for she preferred her feet to be warm. When spring came, the floor would be muddy. Spring’s showers . . . . The only bright side would be that when summer settled in, the basement would be quite cool. There was always something to complain about: the candles going out (candle light was the only way to see around in the basement), no oil to light the candles, and who knows what else what.

            Silence settled in the room, and a long awkward pause began to immerge. One second passed. Three seconds passed. Ten seconds passed. A deep staring contest ensued between the mother and daughter. And Rose began to feel heat swarm over her cheeks. She tightened her poise with one leg crossed over the other, and her right hand over the other. Ella began to walk closer.

            Thump!

            Thump!

            Ella was now a foot distance away from Rose. Rose still maintained her composure, despite of Ella coming closer and the long silence. However, the air grew thick in the basement, and inhaling a full breath of air proved to be a challenge, due to the quick short breaths she was in taking because of the adrenaline. Thirty seconds passed. Maybe eternity.

            Ella now moved even closer to Rose. She set her left hand on the bed, and grabbed Rose’s chin. The staring contest now became war.

            “You . . . disgraceful little thing,” Ella whispered to Rose. “You are a shame to us all.”

            “Or maybe I am just a shame to you,” whispered Rose.

            “Or maybe both,” replied Ella.

            Ella’s grip onto Rose seemed to tighten in each passing second. But the clattering of shoes were beginning to be heard from the top of the stairway at a slow pace. Salvation.

            “MOTHERRRRR!” called Anna.

            Ella suddenly withdrew her hand from Rose’s face, stood upright, turned her face, and replied to Anna. The finger imprints were clearly seen on Rose’s chin and upper neck for a few brief seconds. Mercy.

            “I WILL BE RIGHT THERE, MY DARLING.”

            With that, Ella resumed her position and grabbed Rose’s chin as she did just seconds ago. The light was beginning to fade in the room, and Rose could only see Ella’s face. But she was staring into her dark glossy eyes.

            “When I come back, you had better get everything done and even better. Understood?”

            “Understood.”

            Ella brought her hands back to her side and whirled around out to the door. Before she left the room, she stopped.

            “And Rose . . . you will never find your guy. I have made sure of it. It’s best if you stopped trying.”

            Ella exited room, and stepped onto the stairs.

            Thump!

            Thump!

            Thump!

            Rose just sat there. She uncrossed her legs with her feet next to each other, and tears streamed down her cheeks like a slow river. The dim lantern finally died, and darkness engulfed Rose.

             This was Rose’s darkest day.

Reviews

[MoriartyMesa]

This sucked me right in with out knowing anything but wanting me to keep reading, how did Rose come to this point? Who is she? Why the hell have i not read this before?


Nice job, speaking as someone who just jumped into the river.

[Coyote Poetry]

A hard chapter for Rose. I like her strong attitude. A very good chapter.
Coyote