Chapter 2: Mystery headaches

Rupunzel discovers the real reason behind her guardians over protectiveness.

 It was a normal day just like every other one in my life. I got up, cooked breakfast, worked out, took a shower, shaved and spent three hours combing my long blond hair. I like to trim the ends because all the climbing Miss Fatty (my protector) likes to do on it gives me yucky dead ends. After I trim the ends I have to put the nice pile of hair in a bag and hide it. Later, when Fatty’s gone, ill set it out and the birds will come take it for their nests. I had just finished hiding my hair when I heard her nasally, nasty voice hollering for me.

“Rupunzel! Rupunzel let down your hair to me!”  I know that parents like their kids to be prompt but I enjoyed being difficult. So I waited until I heard her attacking the side of the silo with her walking stick.

“Will you like cut that out! You’re going to dent it! Gosh!” So I put my hair on the hook and let it down.

                Watching her try and climb up my hair was like watching a sumo wrestler try and pick himself off the floor. It’s so humiliating and completely impossible. After watching her struggle for a good few minutes I grabbed my hair and hauled her up. She’s so heavy but I work out.

“Why didn’t you pull me up sooner Rupunzel? I don’t have all day you know. And you need every minute with me. It is important for your safety.”  Yeah ok. I’ve heard that one a thousand times. What is she protecting me from? The tumble weeds? There is nothing and no one around here. Like I said previously she is crazy. I’m starting to think that she is paranoid to.

“Yeah well if you would just put a dumb door in you wouldn’t have to climb up my hair.”

“If I put a door in you would leave me. And if you left I wouldn’t be able to protect you. You are all that I have Rupunzel. I don’t want to lose you to the evils of this world.”

                Guilt trips are her specialty. If I didn’t feel so bad for her I would have jumped by now. But I just can’t bring myself to leave her alone; until l made a frightening discovery…

“I’m sorry. I am just really tired of you climbing up and down my hair. It gives me headaches and makes me grumpy.”

“It’s ok my child. Here let me help you.”

                Miss Fatty likes to massage my head. I usually don’t mind because it gets rid of my headaches. But I started noticing something weird the last couple of times. I kind of black out. not the black out where you faint or you’re out cold, but the blackout kind of trance thing where your awake but you’re not taking in any of what’s happening around you. That’s what’s been happening to me. So I put up nanny cams all around the place a couple months ago so I can see what happens when I’m well nonobservant. And the things that I have found out are crazy enough to make me scared of that fat little old lady.