She woke up, her emotion physically manifested, she didn't know how long she was down but all she knew was that her 'Father' tucked her in. She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror again, she was in soft cotton red pajamas, it perfectly fit the cute child.
She dreamed when she was asleep, that she knew it was a real dream since she somehow can't remember it, all she knew was that she felt happy in that dream.
Now she didn't know what she would do, maybe just live life like how the author intended it. Maybe she would wake up once again in her life like nothing happened, is that even possible? It was still too early to think when she still feels heavy and sad.
She jumped down the stool and went back to her bed. It was small with a pink mesh canopy over, her bed was filled with white pillows, she had a teddy bear bigger than her, it had a pink ribbon on its neck.
She didn't even think she can call of this hers, she stared up wondering whether the owner of this body is watching over her, maybe she was currently floating above her, screaming at her about stealing her body.
Or maybe she was in her own body, maybe the real Arabella also was inside her body freaking out. She didn't even want to think about it, a child inside of her teenage body, she imagined herself throwing a tantrum just cause her bed was not softer than clouds, she visibly cringed.
She wanted to lash out at someone anyone, she grabbed her pillow and screamed, screamed until her throat was sore, screamed more than a seven years old could. Her 'Father' grabbed the pillow of her face and looked at her worried.
"Darling" he said voice a little shaken, a heavy silence fell on the father and daughter, she let it fester. To make him feel her suffering, to let it show on her physically. She never wanted this, she admitted she enjoyed reading romances and cliches but she never wanted it to happen to herself.
She doesn't remember wishing for it, she fell asleep without holding her phone, heck she didn't even read anything that week, she doesn't understand this, how? Why? What purpose would she bring inside the novel when she herself doesn't feel like doing anything.
Her eyes was teary once again, but before she could cry her 'Father' carried her, she grabbed his neck and watched as he walked out her room, the hallway was as ostentatious as her room, maybe a bit more.
Arabella was really wealthy, she was spoiled and pampered like a princess, well as best as a princess, she was cunning and smart, but she was an alpha through and through. Arrogant, egotistical, prideful, all the alpha traits she physically embodied.
Too bad she wasted it all on being jealous of the male lead, just cause he got the men she wanted she threw hell on them. Not that she would defend the male lead too when he also embodies alpha traits. No more like cavemen. Ooga booga, I am an alpha, you will obey me, I will have you all whether you consent or not.
She physically rolled her eyes, as much as she liked reading cliches she really hated the plot, she always wondered what caused her addiction to reading trashy novels.