“This is just the beginning. If you don't leave immediately you'll regret the next time we see you,” they threatened.
The maid hurriedly arrived at the scene and gasped in shock when she saw me struggling on the floor, face smeared with cake and my left arm red and swelling.
“What have you boys done?” she exclaimed.
The boys shrugged, “She deserved it! She's a witch who killed our mother.”
The boys stomped away while the maid helped me stand up.
“I’m sorry, Faye, I don't know why you keep putting up with them,” she stated.
I managed a small smile as she helped me to my bedroom.
“This balm should help soothe the burns, thankfully it’s not so much and if you apply it daily it will get rid of the scar,” the maid said, giving me a small ointment.
“Thank you,” I mumbled.
After she left I washed off my face as I stared at my red eyes and split lips from the impact of the cake.
I also applied the ointment on my burns, wincing softly as I let out a small sigh.
“What a fool I've been,” I said, sadly.
Eleven years ago I was supposed to marry Gabriel Caldwin but I was involved in a terrible accident on my wedding day.