"Good to know that your I hate women thing carries over to if they are pretty and don't bet you. Oh and I'm sure she was oh so warm!" Annabelle huffed, "ew, just kill me now." Though she wasn't sure the last part could be made out more than a murmur. She was jealous for sure. Even if she wouldn't admit it to herself.
Alec grimaced, especially at the last bit. He crossed his arms over his chest, kicking at another rock. “That was a year and a half ago. You don’t know if I absolutely hated all women then. And why are you so fumed? Why would me having a son make you want to impulsively die again?” he mumbled. “It wasn’t just that she was pretty and warm and didn’t beat me. You picked out the less important things. She treated me like I was human, not some stupid dog to show off. And she had more good than bad, like you but reversed. She was rebellious and disobedient, but in a civil way. She was strong and independent, but also really gentle and loving… she was just a great person who wanted to get into politics and change things… she wanted to make everything better for us slaves...”
"Oh like me but reversed? You are such- I can't believe I ever-" Annabelle closed her eyes, "and it's not that that I'm upset about." She was so upset now she couldn't see straight. "And you'd be supprised how many see youse a equal." Then Annabelle froze. She didn't see him as a equal.
Alec became more defensive. “What? You admitted yourself that you have very little good traits,” he pointed out. “What is it, then? I tell you about Grayson and you start chewing me out! Is it Mae, then? Why are you upset about her? And no one, sees me as equal, Annabelle. Not even the other slaves. They look down on me, and the children look up to me because I’m all they have. No one on this earth views me as equal, except her. At least, that’s what I thou—“ he cut of abruptly, looking away even more.
"I can talk bad about myself but you can't. That how it works. Ugh! And it doesn't matter why I'm mad. Plus I'm sure there is someone else who sees you as a equal." Annabelle turned almost completely away. Was this it? The end? He runs off with 'Mae?'
Alec sighed, turning towards her only to find her back to him. “I…I’m sorry, then. I don’t know anything about upper tier social rituals and stuff, because I’m always the dog rolling over on command. Here, to make it up to you, I’ll tell you my real name. It isn’t Exton; that’s my last name. I’m Alec. Alec Exton,” he told her backside. “That’s a huge deal, so don’t take it for granted. Only three people know my first name, you being one of them.”
"Alec" Annabelle repeated not turning around. "I hope you go-" she froze mid phrase turning to face him, "you know, I've never met someone who could make me so mad so fast." She said simply.
Alec furled his brow. “You were going to say, I hope you go to h.ell, weren’t you…?”
"Actually I wasn't, I had something else in mind." Annabelle said honestly. She hated this right now, standing here talking to him when she knew she would never be good enough. Why? She was reverse what he loved.
Alec rubbed the back of his neck, sighing. “I have to go pick up Grayson from Mae… You can come along, if you want. Or you can go straight to Adelaide to get your cuts patched up…”
"Whatever. I hope you have fun at reverse mes house. Don't get y- ur I mean I think it would be wise for me to go get patched up." Annabelle said still filling with anger and... Jealousy?
Alec narrowed his eyes at her. "What's with the malice? You don't have any reason to dislike Mae, unless...," he trailed off, hinting at something. In reality, he had no idea why she was upset. But, he figures acting like he knew and bluffing his a.ss off was a good way to proceed. He kept walking towards his destination, believing she would turn off when she needed.
"Unless?" Annabelle questioned... He couldn't possably know... Could he? She followed him slightly. What was with her? She had lost it. That is if she ever had it. Whatever 'it' was...
Alec rolled his eyes. "You know as well as I do," he bluffed more. Mae's house was closer to the edge of town, and within a minute he was standing in front of it, taking a deep breath. He didn't want to go, but he had no choice.
"I don't! That's crazy to think that I would!" Annabelle wasn't sure he knew, though she though pretty well he did. Her face turned a deep red at the thought.
“You’re bluffing,” he mumbled, looking over at her and doing a double take when he saw how flushed she was. Huh? Is her anger something embarrassing or something? He was intrigued, and wanted to experiment. He would, but after he got Grayson. “You know exactly what I’m talking about, little flushed princess.”
He took the moment to walk up to the door, knocking on it. He knelt down as a beautiful, wealthier woman in her 40s answered the door. “Master Williams,” he said politely, not looking up at her.
“Here for the little rat you somehow convinced my daughter to watch?”
Alec held down his anger, as always. “Yes, master.”
“Mae! The slave boy’s here for the rat!” Madame said, leaving the doorway as her daughter came to view. She was very pretty. Thick brown hair with large curls flowing all the way past her hips, fair skin, freckles, deep green eyes, very generous curves. She was a beauty. “Alec? It’s about time. Take him for god’s sake.”
Alec rose from his subordinate position to take the child she held in disgust, an arm’s length away. “He was wandering around alone today. What were you doing? He could’ve gotten killed!” he whispered harshly.
“Good fuc.king riddance,” she spat.
Alec had half a mind to smack her right then and there, but he wasn’t low enough to hit a girl. “You know what? Forget it. I tried. You don’t have to worry about watching him anymore,” he said, turning around to leave.
“No! This doesn’t change anything, Alec. You tell a soul and—“
“Don’t you dare say it,” he growled, cutting her off.
Annabelle kept back out of sight as he walked up to the house, though she was close enough to hear them. The girl wasn't that pretty... Okay, she was. Annabelle sighed thinking how she was more beautiful then she would ever be.
Her voice turned to acid. “I will find you, and kill him.”
Alec turned back to her, anger burning in his eyes as he shook in self-restraint. “I told you not to fu.cking say it,” he growled.
“What are you going to do about it, hm? Oh, that’s right, nothing. You shouldn’t have done what you did. You shouldn’t have made an enemy out of me, you shouldn’t have made a big deal out of nothing. You should’ve controlled yourself. But whatever. I don’t give a dam.n if I ever see either of you again. Just don’t you dare tell a soul what happened.”
“I should’ve controlled myself? It takes two, sweatheart. I was only going as far as you let me, which was pretty dam.n far. You were the one who played a game without knowing the rules. Without knowing the consequences of a bad hand. I reacted how any man would. You were the one who manipulated me. So don’t get any ideas of playing the victim,” he spat.
“Just get out of my sight. Go to h.ell.”
“Gladly. Go f.uck yourself.”
He turned on his heal with Grayson, passing Ann without looking at her and not waiting to hear Mae’s response.
Annabelle quickly followed him. She felt better instantly. "Oh so soft!" She muttered. She couldn't get it out of her head, she would kill him. The poor kid. Her own child... "Hi!" She said to the small child sweetly.
He glared at Annabelle. “What are you doing? You think I want you anywhere near Grayson after your little comments? You should be ahsamed right now,” he muttered. “I'm so glad all women are dramatic and catty and live to give men a hard time and don't even feel anything or think anything of it afterwards,” he put a protective arm around the sleeping Grayson. “I mean come on. You've been yelling at me maliciously when you don’t know anything.”