Angel page 6

            A glass flew across the room and Angelina turned them so it hit them in the back, shielding the youngest Sister, before it broke on the floor. Angelina tried to steady Amy, too, but her nervous sister dropped the water bowl and it broke on the floor.

            The younger sister looked wide-eyed at the water on the floor before she scurried off. “Stupid, you can’t do anything, can you?” the middle Sister yelled as she laughed. Both of the older girls shared very similar features, though the middle Sister was (less of a leader). It was impossible to tell if this was her nature or whether her siblings had crushed her budding independence early. To distinguish herself from her older siblings she once tried to lighten her hair to a brilliant blond color, but through accident or subtle sabotage her hair fell out and she spent the better part of two years perpetually in wigs. Both older sisters headed for Amy now and Amy backed up to the door to the hallway that lead to the back of the house.

            “I think,” the Middle Sister began, “our stupid cousin needs to sleep where all slow, filthy fools belong.”

            They weren’t really her cousins but that is how every one referred to them with respect to her. Amy was trying to get back out of the house, get back to work. “This will work,” Angelina whispered to Amy knowing they were about to throw them out.

            “Get her stuff,” the Eldest commanded her lady’s maid who quickly got the basket and a dress from the tiny scullery maid’s room and handed it to her mistress.

            The two older sisters grabbed Amy, their fingers digging into her tiny arms, and pulled her to the back door. There they took her outside and pushed her off the steps to land in the rubbish heap, then threw her one good dress and the basket out into the rubbish heap, too. “And don’t come back,” they cackled and grinned as they went back inside.

            Angelina sighed. “I hate parties, but at least they sent us away.” Angelina still didn’t know how they were going to be able to pay their debt this month and pay their rent here. She was starting to think they would have to move, so this was step in the right direction.

            Amy picked up the dress and scraped off some of the muck. “It will have to be washed now or the Matron will lash me.” Amy was all for the idea of moving and not telling anyone where they were, especially Nathaniel. She was still sore from him getting to them last night. And she knew Angelina was more than sore and this beating wasn’t going to help.