Belle French was dragged out of the pleasant haze of her dreams the day after her meeting with Mr. Gold by the sound of her phone’s alarm blaring from on top of her dresser. Ignoring its harsh sounds, she attempted to bury herself further into the warm mountain of sheets and pillows that was her bed, but it was to no avail, and so groaning in frustration she crawled out of bed. Blue eyes barely opened, she fumbled for her phone, promptly turning off the obnoxious beeping and then slipping it into the pocket of her plaid pjs.
The first thing that she realized after having walked into the bathroom and splashed some ice cold water on her face to wake herself up was that it was Sunday. She groaned. She had forgotten to turn off her alarm again and as a result she was now wide awake at seven in the morning on the one day she didn’t have class for absolutely no reason.
She let out a little sigh as she trudged into what she supposed could be called a kitchen, but in all honesty was more of a 4 by 4 square with a fridge, an oven, and a sink, to make herself a cup of tea. As she waited for the water to boil she looked begrudgingly around at her tiny one bedroom flat. It was all of seven hundred and fifty square feet, sparsely furnished with the cheapest effects she could find on craigslist, and entirely on the wrong side of town. It was cramped and sad but it was all she could afford.
She had grown up in a provincial little town a few miles outside of Sydney, Australia. Her father had been the mayor and she had lived in a castle of a home. She spent the greater part of her days being ordered around by her father's PR company. She was told what to wear, and what to say, where to go, who to speak to, whom to ignore, when to smile and when to be emotionless, when to wake up and when to go to sleep, where to be and at what time - like a puppet on string. What little free time they allowed her she spent reading and studying, striving for the above 4.0 GPA that she hoped would get her into a prestigious college, away from her father and his demanding staff. Every night she had dreamed of what it would be like to visit to faraway places, to meet new people, and more importantly of what it would be like to make her own decisions.
When she had been accepted into New York University it was as though all her dreams were finally coming to fruition. She had been ecstatic, her father on the other hand had been less than thrilled. He forbade her to go and demanded that she attend a local university lest she wanted to be disowned. She had understood even at the tender age of eighteen that he meant it out of love, that all he wanted and all he had wanted since the day her mother had passed, was to keep her close to him and to protect her. Still, she craved a freedom and control over her own life that she knew she would never have as long as she stayed with him, and so she ran. Her father had been devastated but true to his word he had disowned her and she...