Faites Moi Sortir
After a while of crying in bed, Paris walked in.
"Alison, are you feeling okay?" She asked me.
I looked up at her and shook my head. "Not really... I'm feeling better, but not that much." I answered her.
Paris bit her lip and sighed. "You gave me quite the shock there, you know? When I saw that knife in your eye, I quickly hit Sebastian and called the constable. They told us some things, and... I never knew you and Sebastian had such a strong relationship with eahc other... I don't blame you though, that boy is always looking for trouble." She laughed. I forced a smile. "But that's not what I came in here to talk to you about," Paris told me. She sat down on the bed. "Look, I feel bad for you. You've been working your butt off cleaning this mansion while being forced to be with perverted boys, and I didn't buy you at the UCA for that. I wanted you to feel free but, it seems to me that you feel more trapped than ever."
"Yeah," I admitted.
"That's exactly why I got you a house f your own." Paris smiled.
"You're kidding!" I grinned.
"No, I'm not," She laughed. "It's a cute little cottage in the middle of the forest by the village. It was a bathrom, kitchen, etc..."
"Oh my gosh! Thank you!" I hugged her. Paris laughed again. "You're leaving tomorrow morning,"
"Alright," I smiled.
Paris grinned and walked out. I fell asleep feeling happier than usual.
In the morning, I walked downstairs to the kitchen.
Sebastian was there. He looked at me and frowned.
"I hear you're leaving..." He sighed.
"Yeah, I was just going to clean up one last time before I leave in a while." I said.
Sebastian's eyes filled up with tears. He hugged me tight. "Please don't leave... I'm sorry..." He cried.
I smiled. "I'm sorry, but I can't do anything about it."
"But I love you, you can't just leave me," He said.
We twined our fingers together. Sebastian kissed me. "I'm leaving with you..."
He whispered his plan into my ear.