Terrible Twos Chapter 9( Part 2)

Miriam looked up at the boy on the other side of the room, and then began to bawl and cry as loud as possible.

"Wahhhhh! Arghhhh! Pheh! Awwwwhhh!"

The incessant cries of a child wronged rang throughout the room, and the noise carried out the window, down the hall, and anywhere within 10 rooms of her.

That girl really had some good vocal chords on her.

Fast footsteps could be heard thundering towards them, and the door was thrown open by a house maid and the gardener of the garden in the back of the estate.

Looking in, they didn't see the baby, but only a boy.

Then they noticed his sleeves were drenched.

Miriam, hearing the people come in, toned a crying down a bit, but still made hrr presence known.

The house maid looked down and saw that the bottom half of Miriams clothes were ripped to tatters, barely covering her little bum.

Her black mourning dress was soaked and her little hair that she had grown out to down to her eyes, now resembled a mop.

The gardener's mouth was a wide 'O' shape as he saw the young man in the room with a barely clothed child.

The maid, recognizing the little girl as their estates youngest miss, dashed foward and scooped her up into her arms.

The maid then used her skirt to cover the bottom half of the girl and glared at the boy.

"What is going on here?!" The gardener shouted at the lad infront of him.

The boy, went red in the face and tried to explain himself, but before he could get his first words out, the maid walked forward and swiftly delivered a fierce and fast kick to his 'area that shall not be named'.

"Ooof!" The boy said before bending over in pain, tears started to spout out of the corners of his eyes, but he quickly squeezed the tears back inside. Afterall, he was a man!

Miriam decided ro burrow into the maid like she was grossly wronged, and needed comforting. It was something a child would do when presented with loud noises, afterall.

To be honest, she was terribly embarrassed, afterall she was a grown woman on the inside.

She kinda enjoyed seeing this dude get it 'kicked too him', instead of handed too, hehe.

The maid shouted for the nearby servants!

"Help! Help!! Someone tried to harm the young miss!"

This was obviously wrong, but Miriam was still practically a baby afterall, its not like she could clear it all up and say that their was a huge misunderstanding now could she?

Well, she could try, but she might be called a witch and turn into a roasted Miriam instead

Shaking her head internally, Miriam imagined a tiny violen playing a sorrowful melody in the background.

Poor fellow, I hope that kick doesn't effect his ability to have children. It shouldn't though, in her medical expertise the kick wasnt with that much force, in her eyes.

Unless he got unlucky, he would most likely be fine.

There's two of those things after all normally right? Should be fine, there's always the backup.

A few servants came running and the maid holding Miriam explained what she saw.Or rather, saying that she saw what she assumed had happened, of course.

Once the servants heard the explanation they proceeded to beat the sh*t out of the 'pervert' that jad intruded their 'lovely' plantation.

The maid shielded Miriams eyes on reflex, and turned on her heel and left the room.

Herself and the babe surely didn't need to see the whole cake of justice being served, just a slice would do~.

Finding out where the house keeper was, she walked towards her room and knocked on the door.

A monotonous older woman's voice replied with a " Mmm, you may enter."

After entering the room she closed the door tightly behind her with her free hand, before briskly walking over to the desk that the house keeper was sitting behind and working on her house expenditure report for the end of the month.

Miriam saw that this woman was surely actually busy but still made time to listen to subordinates problems.

Very responsible, she thought to herself.

While Miriam wanted to listen to this poor man-boy get framed, she was exhausted from almost dying, and so she just fell asleep in the maids arms.

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After the stunt she pulled of almost dying on the whole family, the house keeper decided to just keep her on watch 24/7 practrically.

Miriam also couldn't figure out the person who saved hers name. Oh well, she remembered their face well enough that she'd know it was him if he ever appeared infront of her again.

Miriam was getting increasingly bored, but didn't dare to utter to many words for fear pf some witch trial starting because of her, with her being the main attraction(aka witch).

Miriam was pretty certian that Amis got fired after leaving her unattended, because she didn't see her again after that day.

She knew she wasn't dead because of it though, at least.

Probably just thrown out the door and bad mouthed by the town.

Ah, she should have just quietly sat there and read a book like Beatrice.

She didn't get a new maid, she just saw Bridgette and Beatrice more.

The days started to fly by, and before she knew it, winter had come and passed and spring was once again here, and thus she was 3.

Miriam grew excited knowing she could now probably converse with a limited vocabulary with other people now!

One day in late May, Miriam looked over at Beatrice, this time she was embroidering something.

Boring. Her youngest sister from her previous life was a fashion designer.

Fashion design is a art, but music was too artsy for her parents to let her professionally pursue it.

She couldnt openy pursue it, and had to eventually downgrade it to an occasional 'hobby' of hers.

This tugged at Miriams old wounds in her heart, and so she decided at age three she would no longer hold herself back.

Live with no regrets!