Post by Cosette Pierce on Dec 22, 2008 0:57:40 GMT -8
She was livid as she spoke harshly into the phone. Her normally lyrical voice ended up sounding something like nails on a chalkboard. It was too the point that the maids in the house were moving swiftly up the stairs to avoid the coming backlash, without worry about the ears of the person to which she was actually speaking.
“What the hell do you mean, you’re not coming tonight! You damn well know that I can NOT be seen alone. This is ridiculous!”
There was a short pause as the person on the other end of the line spoke but by the length of the pause, it was obvious that she was speaking over the person.
“I am Cosette Fucking Pierce! I am not some little girl that you can push aside and then call back up when you need to be seen, you asshole. If you are not escorting me to Avandrya tonight, then I do not want to see your face in this town again. Do I make myself clear?!”
By now her harsh voice had turned into a scream. She was holding nothing back and the person on the other line may as well have bleeding ears for the way she was reacting to the news that she would be alone. But then, there was silence.
Cosette pulled the phone away from her ear slowly before calmly closing the flip and throwing the cell on the couch. Rubbing her temples with closed eyes, she shook head back and forth before stomping her foot on the floor like a bad tempered child.
It was then that she screamed, if you could call it that. It was the sound of a banshee, a harpy tearing through the walls of the house to reach the servants ears. Oh, yes, she was pissed but more than that, more than she would tell anyone, Cosette was heartbroken. She had lost another friend and how could that have happened? She was Cosette Fucking Pierce after all.
Howling out of the living room and up the stairs, to the dismay of the staff, Cosette headed for her room. The two maids that had made their way up the stairs before the screaming started had to scramble to the sides of the hall to allow the princess to pass. They knew what it was like when she got like this. They knew that they would be spending hours picking up her clothes and putting them in place, running to the fanciest shops to replace the ruined bedspreads and pillows and even to the designer cosmetic boutiques to replace broken makeup in her bathroom. Yes indeed, the poor women really had to work to earn their keep in the Pierce household.
But this time, Cosette surprised them. She had rushed to her room and she did toss clothes around but she hadn’t destroyed a thing. This time, she was calmer, they thought as they picked up after the hurricane that was Mr. Pierce’s only child. They were shocked when her makeup was intact and they wrote it off to the master of the household laying down the law.
What they didn’t know is that Cosette actually had to pay for the things that were being destroyed. It was a new thing her father had created to teach his daughter some form of humility and respect. The concept was lost on the girl but money was not. She knew that she liked it, she knew that she wanted it and when she had it, she wanted more. So, Cosette was doing her best not to destroy things anymore... But she wasn’t sure how long she could make that promise with herself. It was either destroy the pillows or something else. She wasn’t sure how long she could actually contain herself and that was the real problem.
So instead of destroying, Cosette had busied her raging self by getting ready. She would show that rat bastard of a boyfriend that she didn’t need him. She would go to Avandrya alone (GASP! THE HORROR!) and she would find someone to dance with. She would find someone to take home. And she would annoy the piss out of that bitch of a bouncer, Kalypsa.
“What the hell kind of name is Kalypsa anyway,” she seethed as she applied foundation over her flawless face. “And what is with the sunglasses at night. Someone aught to teach that bitch a lesson.”
So, with her rage redirected, Cosette finished getting ready to go out. She finished applying her face. She finished dressing to the nines. She finished her hair. And when she was finished with it all, she put on a bitter smile and flounced down the stairs while ignoring the hired help. She didn’t have time to socialize with the likes of them anyway.
Too bad Cosette couldn’t be bothered turning around to say goodbye to the women that had cared for her for years... If she did, she would have seen the women that had once loved her flipping her the bird behind her back. For shame!!!
“What the hell do you mean, you’re not coming tonight! You damn well know that I can NOT be seen alone. This is ridiculous!”
There was a short pause as the person on the other end of the line spoke but by the length of the pause, it was obvious that she was speaking over the person.
“I am Cosette Fucking Pierce! I am not some little girl that you can push aside and then call back up when you need to be seen, you asshole. If you are not escorting me to Avandrya tonight, then I do not want to see your face in this town again. Do I make myself clear?!”
By now her harsh voice had turned into a scream. She was holding nothing back and the person on the other line may as well have bleeding ears for the way she was reacting to the news that she would be alone. But then, there was silence.
Cosette pulled the phone away from her ear slowly before calmly closing the flip and throwing the cell on the couch. Rubbing her temples with closed eyes, she shook head back and forth before stomping her foot on the floor like a bad tempered child.
It was then that she screamed, if you could call it that. It was the sound of a banshee, a harpy tearing through the walls of the house to reach the servants ears. Oh, yes, she was pissed but more than that, more than she would tell anyone, Cosette was heartbroken. She had lost another friend and how could that have happened? She was Cosette Fucking Pierce after all.
Howling out of the living room and up the stairs, to the dismay of the staff, Cosette headed for her room. The two maids that had made their way up the stairs before the screaming started had to scramble to the sides of the hall to allow the princess to pass. They knew what it was like when she got like this. They knew that they would be spending hours picking up her clothes and putting them in place, running to the fanciest shops to replace the ruined bedspreads and pillows and even to the designer cosmetic boutiques to replace broken makeup in her bathroom. Yes indeed, the poor women really had to work to earn their keep in the Pierce household.
But this time, Cosette surprised them. She had rushed to her room and she did toss clothes around but she hadn’t destroyed a thing. This time, she was calmer, they thought as they picked up after the hurricane that was Mr. Pierce’s only child. They were shocked when her makeup was intact and they wrote it off to the master of the household laying down the law.
What they didn’t know is that Cosette actually had to pay for the things that were being destroyed. It was a new thing her father had created to teach his daughter some form of humility and respect. The concept was lost on the girl but money was not. She knew that she liked it, she knew that she wanted it and when she had it, she wanted more. So, Cosette was doing her best not to destroy things anymore... But she wasn’t sure how long she could make that promise with herself. It was either destroy the pillows or something else. She wasn’t sure how long she could actually contain herself and that was the real problem.
So instead of destroying, Cosette had busied her raging self by getting ready. She would show that rat bastard of a boyfriend that she didn’t need him. She would go to Avandrya alone (GASP! THE HORROR!) and she would find someone to dance with. She would find someone to take home. And she would annoy the piss out of that bitch of a bouncer, Kalypsa.
“What the hell kind of name is Kalypsa anyway,” she seethed as she applied foundation over her flawless face. “And what is with the sunglasses at night. Someone aught to teach that bitch a lesson.”
So, with her rage redirected, Cosette finished getting ready to go out. She finished applying her face. She finished dressing to the nines. She finished her hair. And when she was finished with it all, she put on a bitter smile and flounced down the stairs while ignoring the hired help. She didn’t have time to socialize with the likes of them anyway.
Too bad Cosette couldn’t be bothered turning around to say goodbye to the women that had cared for her for years... If she did, she would have seen the women that had once loved her flipping her the bird behind her back. For shame!!!