Third person pov: //
She's his now, she belonged to the Caddel's and more importantly to Alexander Caddel.
Rosalie's small body was curled up against Alexander's side as he leaned against the headboard of his bed.. out of breath, and hair a mess. Fixing up Rosalie's hand was a lot more work than he thought. From her crying out, to her trying to smack him away.. worst of all she tried to run, run and scream for their parents because she was scared he was going to let her finger fall off. In her defence he did say he could let that happen and was in too much of a panic mode to register anything else.
Alexander began to stand up only to have a small hand grasp his. An annoyed growl left his lips as he turned to look at the tired little girl.
"What?" He snapped
"Cuddle." Is all she responded with, fluttering her eye lashes, puppy dog eyes that weren't about to work even with her adorable puffy red eyes.
"No. I have to go to fathers office, things need to be taken care of."
"Meanie." She huffed and flipped on to her side away from him
"Yea, yea. I'm so mean, now go back to your own room Rosalie." Alexander responded clearly annoyed with the girl. When she opted to ignore him he couldn't help but run his hand through his hair, pull his other one away and head towards his room door. Alexander glanced back for just a second before leaving and closing the door behind himself. He began his way across the mansion like home towards his fathers office.
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Rosalie didn't listen. Not one bit, rather the little girl got up, hurried her way to her room and in to her large closet to find a set of pyjamas. When changed in to mismatched clothing she couldn't help but fling her suitcase opened and grab her bunny tightly before quickly hoping her way back in to Alexander's room with stealth.
She immediately got herself snug under the covers of his large blankets and got all cozy. His bed was now her bed, she and her bunny were taking this as pay back for almost letting her finger fall off. No way was she letting him win. With the quite sounds of the house, hushed steps in the distance, and her brothers comforting smell surrounding her she slowly began to drift off. No matter how badly she wanted to stay awake she was out like a light from the overly exciting first day.
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Alexander stormed in to his fathers office, steps pausing to see a maid that was in the kitchen earlier walking by. This irked him to no extent as he reached for the door handle and swung it open, before slamming closed behind him. His eyes met his annoyed fathers and the petrified, crying maid.
"Why the hell are they still here?!" Alex questioned stomping towards his father. Taking a small step back as his father stood to his full height.
"She explained it all. I brought them back you stupid boy, you can't go around firing people. This is not your house!" Anthony spoke, voice raising to a holler towards the end.
"You-" he began only to get cut off immediately
"No, you listen here. You listen close, you have no right to be the boss of anyone here." He began moving over towards Alexander.
"You acted irrationally, can't you see it was a mere accident Alexander? A slip up? You're ten, not even a teenager, not even an adult for gods sake! So what makes you believe you have even a crumb of power in this household?!" His tall figure was leaning over Alexander at this rate, words harsh and cold as they shot right down in to the boy.
His eyes glanced to the side slightly to see his fathers balled fist. If he wasn't careful he would get a punishment for sure.
"I.. she hurt Rosalie. I was only doing what I believed was right father." He spoke , voice not as demanding , nor was he yelling in anger any longer.
"And who's fault was that? Who is supposed to be the responsible older brother that is supposed to watch their younger sister?" He gritted down at his son.
' your her father, shouldn't this be your fault?'
Is what he wanted to say.. however Alexander wasn't about to fight his guardians logic.
"Mine." He tore his eyes to the ground. So embarrassing. "It was my fault Rosalie got hurt, I'm to blame." He mumbled.
"Exactly," Anthony glanced at the maid sitting and watching. "Get out. Get back to work." With that she was up and giving a half assed look of sympathy towards Alex before leaving.
"Put your hands out." Anthony demanded.
Alexander slowly listened and put his hands out in-front of him. Watching with his cold eyes as his father retreated back to his desk and grabbed a switch blade from his desk drawer.
Coming back over to his son as he flicked it opened and softly smiled down to his boy.
A genuine smile.. one that would haunt Alexander for all his days alive. A smile that truly enjoyed what was about to happen.
"You deserve this punishment, let this be a learning experience for you Alexander." Anthony spoke and brought the knife down to his sons fingers, he began to swiftly move it across, cuts ripping opened across the boys skin. Blood running down his fingers on to his arms before dripping on the ground.
"One for firing the staff."
Slice
"One for allowing Rosalie to get hurt."
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"Two for back talking."
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"One for yelling."
Slice
"One more as a reminder to think before you act."
Slice
By the end of his punishment his teeth were gritted together and his head hung low, watching as his hands pooled blood across the once clean floors. His eyes watered yet he refused to let his father get the satisfaction of him crying. He would rather die.
"Thank you father, I won't do it again." He spoke out, tone dead, void of anything. It almost sounded scripted, robotic.
"Good, now leave. You're dirtying the floors." Anthony spoke as he flicked the blade closed.
A nod of the head and he turned on his heels opening the door once again and trailed blood all across the door handles as he did. Hissing ever so quietly in pain as his open wounds touched the metal. He closed it behind him and looked down at his hands in the lighted hallway. Blood, that's all he could see was blood.
Oh, how badly Alexander wished he stayed to cuddle his little sister.
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Alfred was walking down the hall, checking in on Rosalie and seeing her not in her room. A panic set it but once he saw the young ten year old boy walking down the hall he almost sighed in relief. Alexander would know where the girl was. However the thought of Rosalie left his mind the second he was blood all over the young males hands.
"Dear god, what happened?!" He rushed out hurrying towards Alex.
"Shes in my room if she's not in hers. Don't worry." He mumbled trying to side step around the old man.
"None of that matters when you're trailing blood everywhere. Did you put your hands in a bucket of knives?!" Alfred exclaimed worriedly, the old man grabbing a handkerchief or two from his pockets reaching out and applying them swiftly to the young boy's hands. Watching as Alexander recoiled ever so slightly at the stinging.. no burning sensation he began to feel all over again.
Alfred began to lead the quiet, sniffling boy to his room and opened the door quietly. The two males acknowledged the young girl sleeping soundly in the bed, curled up with her back to them. Alexander couldn't help but glare , and yet feel an overwhelming amount of pressure lift off his chest at the sight. She was so tiny in comparison to the bed. It was almost too cute.
Quickly his thoughts were ruined by Alfred pulling him along to his large bathroom quietly and shutting the door behind them.
"Please sit. I must clean this up, you'll get an infection." Alfreds voice rang out in the silence as Alexander did as told.
Cold water now running from the sink, three once white cloths now rained deep red. Who knew fingers could bleed so much. Although four of the cuts had stopped bleeding and were now covered, cleaned and wrapped up two of them continued to pour out. It was annoying and painful.
It took Alfred fifteen more minutes before he could actually began to wrap the last two, and that took fifteen in itself as well. This process was long and they all hurt just as much as they did before they had been taken care of.
"We're done now young master.. they should be okay as of now. However I'll come to change them regularly as to avoid infection or serious scaring. Is that alright?" The old man asked, gathering the bloody towels and wiping up any that may have dropped in the bathroom.
"Yes, that's fine Alfred. Leave now, I must go to bed. It's been a long day."
"Of course, goodnight." Alfred left the bathroom and glanced at Rosalie once before leaving the room. He didn't dare question the injuries, knowing that with his luck he would find himself in the same situation.
However, this old man was not shy to do a little gossiping with Mary, his beloved, who unfortunately refused to be his actual beloved.
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Alexander got down from where he was sitting and glanced at himself in the mirror. Disgusting, is all the things in his head could say, he was just a kid, someone lesser than everyone else... his father more like. It was a horrible sight to see.
Flicking the light off slowly he went and slowly made his way to the bed. Uncaring the fact Rosalie was passed right out he changed himself behind her back, shoving the bloody clothing under his bed before crawling in to the other side and sighed.
Trying to sleep was a loss. He rolled over and froze up when the girl rolled to face him, still out like a light. Alexander just laid there, he admired her beauty. Her beautiful features even being so young drew him in.
"I almost lost my fingers for real y'know.. for you. You're breaking me." whispered the young male towards the unknowing and soundly sleeping girl.
Reaching a hand out he gently ran his fingers down the side of her cheek, moving them back and tangling them ever so slightly in her hair and played with it.
Soft
his eyes began to close and his hand slowly dropped away from her hair.
Protect her, Alexander. She's yours.
Was the last words he had replying in his mind, before drifting off. The demands felt like they were coming from different people, yet he couldn't seem to care because he wanted the same things as those voices in his mind.
He wanted, and would have Rosalie all to himself.
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{ A/N:
Oh whoa ! Two posts in one week so far? This is crazy !!
That was quite the heavy chapter, how did we feel about it? Good, bad, eh?
How's Alfred growing on ya?
Looks like Anthony is still a bad guy in the end, and here I thought it would just be Valentina's horrid attitude!
Besides that all, I hope everyone's having a wonderful day/ evening and I appreciate each and every single of of you that read, vote, and comment ! Take care! <3 :) }