Cruely Yours

Chapter 5

I: I know your mother was an important part of your young childhood. Can you tell me more about that?



I wanted more than anything to keep my word on anything that my mother told me. It took a lot for me not to speak to Anita about what mother told me. I could see her doing far more of the lessons than me. Anita was not interested in fashion as much as me. The looks of it and not the making of them. Why should I be the one to push her into it. I see no point in forcing he into the same things as me.

It won’t be for another year before we go to the junior highschool. Anita has to join me in that adventure. I could not at that time see my life without her by my side. She was to become my goveness. Mother thought otherwise and told me to not bring up that topic again. A formal event was coming up in the calendar for the De’Vil family events. I was not fully up for a formal event after my mother becoming more distant from me. I was nieve little girl then. I had no idea how bad the way my mother treated me. I could still see that dead look in her eyes when she found out about what I was learning on the side.

She did not even look in my direction for several months by that point. The formal event was not far from us. I took Anita with me and mother was speeking with her eyes at her. She warned Anita not to do or say anying and do not get in the way. I could see her nodding her head as if those words were spoken. The main entrance was covered in people from the upper class. I greet some of the ones that were closer to us. My personal gripe with small talk is not something to mess with. Everyone knows my name and greets me as such.

You would’ve thought I was more popular than the queen. Anita was smoothing out her dress when I saw a nice young man. His father was an interesting bloke. I could also see a boy our age playing the piano beyong the main entrace. He had to have been a year or so older than us. That foolish man is someone you know. The man Anita married. Rodger and his puppy by his side. I told Anita to not go for the piano man but the young man we saw in the entry way.

She politly giggled and looked at me with a small confused stare. She glowed in the night sky, I felt as if I was standing on the earth watching. She was not at the time ,into boys at all. Anita told me how much of a scoundrel they were. Women were pretty and delicate to her. She studied their every move around me. I thought them same thing about men other than my father.

Her father wrote a small note about what was going on. I read it before Anita did, just so she can be assured that her father will be fine. As far as I know from the note, he seems to be doing fine. I wanted to write him this time about how well she was doing and how both of us just want an end to this war. It can’t be worse than the great war. I just hope it wasn’t and that’s all I can do. I just want what best for Anita right now. I talk to her more and more and find new things she likes from that trinket store. If it were up to me, I would buy the whole shop.

She found a small clay owl in the back of the shop. It was only around 4 at that point, but I think we should head back and start packing for our new school. As we walked back she leaned her head on me. It made me feel all sort of butterflies in my stomach. It was easy to tell how much I was blushing because of it. I helped her pack a few bags and I some as well. I think the only thing left was a good night’s sleep and dinner. That night we had quite the feast and neither me or her finished our plates. It was a delightful meal that night before school.

As we headed off to my room my mother came in to tell me how upset she was that I spend so much time with Anita. I could car less what my mother would think about that at this point. I just want to be with my sweet Anita and go off to bed. Is that to much to ask from my mother tonight. I left without saying a word to my mother that night.

I was the first to wake up and Miss.Pricket started to take all the bags and put them in the carriage. I started to get all dressed up knowing the first day is the best start to making impressions on people. Anita started to wake up around half an hour after me. Are we both ready to go off to school? That I did not know fully, but at least it will be a long trip there. I want to spend as much time with my Anita as I can.

In the carriage we took a few stops for food and snacks most of it was candy and sweets. Once we got there we saw just how huge the school was. It far outside of London and only the soft sounds of birds chirping filled the air. I could see that this will be quite a fun day for us. As much as Anita wants to set everything in the dorms first. She has a preferance for keeping things orginized.

She has to stay by my side as we walk though the campus. We fallowed the lady around this grand place and it took most of the day. Can this be anything more than just grand for us? We start classes first thing in the morning. I know both Anita and I get to have some of the same classes. She was setting up the room for both of us. She wanted nothing more but to meet the teachers we will have for the rest of the year. I did not care who we had as long as we are togther. She was mine after all.

A long walk from class to class was how my morning went. Anita had most of her morning in an art class. I learned from there how much she had flourished into a even grander artist. She let me keep some of her work. I still have them in hell hall. They bring me so much joy to think about how close we use to be.

Our first week went quite well and we were happy my mother was not around. I wanted to be in on all things she does in art class. They have been working on a new, starting today, they will have to make their own sculpture of someone they admire. I could think of plenty of fashion celebrities that she could do. I told her what she could do as a suggestion for ideas. She quietly nodded her head as I listed all of the important fashion icons that she and I both know of. A lot of Anita and her work is based on those people. She however had other ideas for what she wanted to do. In her little book I got her, she started to draw a lot of pictures of me in different poses. She wanted to capture the best of me in the sculpture. She could draw me in any pose she wanted. I want her to do well on this little project. We only have so much time to get this and math done. There will be a quiz on monday when we get back. At lunch we had the whole campus to explore. I found a nice spot on the far side of campus. The next day we were in our dorms. I woke up before she did that day. Math homework and study came first. I was leaving the following week to go to the northern part of Ierland.

I could see the passion in her eyes as she drew for over 3 hours. I went to my desk to study my fashion and French lessons. I kept looking back every once in a while to see how far she had gotten. She was ready to make the sculpture tomorrow. I was not fully ready for the test in French. The French class here is much harder than at home. I can say it gave me more of a challenge to say the least. Some say French is hard to learn but I’d say its not as hard as you would think it is. I walked into my French class to see not only Anita by the window but she was talking to someone else. I did not know how to feel about that.

I was quite happy she was trying to make friends here and not at the same time. I don’t know how to explain it. I want her to have friends but I want her all to myself at the same time. I don’t know why, she seems to be getting along well with this other girl. I overheard her name was Janet. I never heard of such a name here before and it was only our 7th week of school. I sat at an open desk behind them and I listened to each little word they shared. If only Anita would talk to me like that. I can hear her little giggles from the two of them chatting. I would say it was not my cup of tea. During one of the most challenging projects of the year I was put in a group with Anita and this Janet… gal. We had to come up with and make a brand new fashion line out of any fabric we can get our hands on.

It was show time and I was ready. Janet was a pain to work with in the beginning , but she did start to grow on me. Janet being a tall, slender, and pale young lady sat weirdly around everyone. I can see why Anita took to being her friend. I wanted to keep my distance as long as she does not come close to what is mine. Anita is mine and mine only. I just keep going back to the day we confessed to each other to remind me to keep my cool. Janet will not talk to me and only wants Anita to spend time with her. It was not my time to do anything just yet… I would just have to set the stage on fire myself. Oh, and with my sweet Anita too.

It took awhile for me to understand what Janet wanted to do in this project. She just showed us all her work and I do say she was a decent artist. She was nowhere near my sweet Anita’s level. I can see she was really a work up to be around. Anita and I went to go and get fabrics and other little trinkets for the designs we all agreed on. I could have just said nothing at the fabric shop and that is not what I am about darlings. I don’t like when she does such things. Her little attitude will get her in a lot of trouble.

I pushed her a little into a rack full of clothes and then forced her to face me. I wanted to kiss her so desperately and I managed not to do that just yet. Her little facial expressions dashed from happy to sad and confused. I could feel all the heat in my body going to my head right then and there. She was fully under my control and I can do whatever I wanted to her. She piped up about how short we have on time and I bit my tongue to hold all the things I wanted to say about that. I backed away to look at a rack near by for some faux leather for my works. It took us quite a long time to pay for all the material we wanted. I took the charge and payed for all of the things we wanted.

Time to meet up with Janet about getting started tonight. It was not in my best interest to keep Janet on her toes with all the fashion nonsense to keep her busy. Janet just wanted to chat with Anita only. That made me all fired up and I couldn’t take not being able to talk to Anita for so long. I could stare at her all day if I wanted to. I did not want to compete for my Anita attention. She was mine after all and do not want her talking to the Janet girl for any longer. I just could not take it. I starting tapping my foot as a used the sewing machine that night.

I prefer the new gown in the line I was making. We will have to put on a show in 3 months. After all, I think Anita and I will have the better line up than Janet. She went with a basic design, I was not impressed. No ruffles, layers, or mesh fabric. I just knew she was not going to do well. Who does a basic design in a fashion class. The next night we were at her dorm. She let me use a red thread to hem the bottom of the sleeve I was making. Her dress had no sleeves to hem. Hours went by and we were focused on get our first set of dresses done for the night. Anita was getting rather tired after working on her dress for the last 7 hours. She left and went back to our dorm room. Janet wanted to be done for the night went to her small bedroom to start getting ready for bed.

I happen to have a small match box in my pocket. It would be really terrible if I.. I don’t know set it on fire. It would put that terrible thing out of it’s misery. I took that wretched dress in a trash bag and headed out of the dorm rooms and into the court yard. I kept on walking around until I got to the wooded area on the west side of the court yard. I tried to open the bag as softly as I could. I found an older tree to hang it up on and then as if in slow motion, I took that match as the sparks from it grew. The flames engulfed that wretched dress I hated so much. In mere minutes the full dress was on fire. At least the fire was pretty to watch for awhile. I scurried back to the dorms to see Anita all curled up on my bed. She was tucked in all neat and tidy. A soft smile washed my face as I got ready for bed. It was colder tonight and I put on an old sweater to bed. I just want to be close as possible to my Anita.

I don’t think that is to much to ask for, is it? Janet came bursting early that morning as I expected and stuttered to explain that her dress was missing. I knew the whole time where it was and I was not going to say word. Anita felt bad for Janet and wanted to help make her a new dress. Janet was not to thrilled but I could see in her eyes that she wanted Anita all to herself. I really am starting to not like her one bit. She took my Anita by the hand and went off to the fabric store without me. After they left, it gave me ample time to put that burned dress somewhere the would never want to go. The dumpster near the woods. I made sure no one was watching as I sprinted across to get there.

The more I thought about it, I don’t feel bad at all. I save my sweet, darling Anita once again. I hope that soon we can go star gazing again. That was not the point and they went on a mad hunt for that dress before Anita asked me anything about it. That fabric was wasted on a terrible design. We are 2 months away from being done. I have so much to finish up. I kept going with the setting whatever disaster Janet made on fire. The only dresses that were usable in the final line up were Anita and I designs. I did all sorts of designs that fit the theme like a glove. A red hot glove.. Janet caught on to what I was doing that evening. I made sure to use fire proof material. It did come in handy when she tried to set my eloquent evening gown on fire.

She got on my nerves that day. It was inching a month closer to final showing. I knew in my heart we would win the best prize of them all. A fashion runway show of our hard work. Oh, how glorious that would be for us. Janet only got more and more aggressive as the days went on. She once tried to slice my hand with the fabric scissors. I got quite the idea for what color I wanted for the new outfit. It was going to be a dark, and bloody red. It would look best with a velvet pair of heels. Preferably a soft red but purple would look great too. We wanted to look our best for that night. I went with the same dress and I helped Anita pick a more tight fitting dress.

I did it again, I just love tormenting Janet. She did try to take my sweet Anita away from me. That won’t ever happen again. I will not let anyone take my Anita away from me. Janet started to see just how close Anita and I was. She still just won’t give it up. I just hope the next project we do, I won’t have to do with her.If only I could set her on fire. I don’t think anyone would know. She is no where near the status of me. Everyone in this blasted building knows who I am. Even the head principal won’t do a thing about it. I had a small chat with him before and he bows down to me. It was the best time of my life.

Anita won’t ever have to know what I have been doing the whole time. Even if it meant I will have to take some drastic measures. I really do not want to be pushed to that point. I will just keep an eye out for both of them. I do not want to talk to Janet with Anita present. It would be in best interest for her to stay just in sight of me the night of the final show. I want to set the room on fire with what Anita and I made over the last few months. It would be quite the showing… If only I could get rid of this Janet girl once and for all. I should not distract myself with such thoughts. I have other… things to worry about. My French test takes place the same day, but only in the morning.

That should give me plenty of time to plan a way to get rid of her completely. I will just pretend to have a change of heart for now. OCT 5, 1942, the final showing day is here and I wanted to sit front row as soon as possible. All of the people wear the dresses and what not were really enjoying what we had made for them. Show time was soon approaching and I was ready to see all that hard work Anita and I did. Janet was off to the side watching as all the gowns were not hers in our group. I could see from a mile away how that ruined her mood for the night.Even the other students in the class a had decent ideas. I would not put them above Anita at all.

I stepped out to have a small glass of wine before awards were given out. It was just a marvelous evening we had. By the time I walk back in Janet was gone. I could care less where that rat went. Hearing the names of 3rd place come out of the professors mouth. Smoke appeared behind him. He was on fire. The professor was on fire and what a show it was to watch him on that little stage. I busted out laughing. I couldn’t tell at that time if it was the wine talking or not. Do not worry my darlings… he did die on that stage. I took Anita out of there as fast as I could. She does not need to see a dead body tonight.

I saw Janet out in court yard later that evening. She seems to have no idea what was going on. She has been out her the whole time. That is what the little rat told me and I have a hard time believing her. She won’t tell me anything about what she was up too. Even my sweet darling was confused and I know she wouldn’t want to accuse anyone. That was not in her nature. The word spread like fire across town and the gossip about ever little detail. I was not amused by that as much as I would like to admit. I glanced over the paper once to see that I was the one to blame. I mean it did get quite out of hand.

I just wanted the week to be over at this point. I did not want every fashion designer other than Janet be accused of this. The amount of drama this caused lasted for another 4 days before the majority stopped caring. They could not find the accused and they assumed it was a man that did it. I overheard that a few weeks ago. It won’t be for another month for the fashion trip. I really needed this time to focus on other classwork.

I always made sure to give my darling plenty of attention. She does tend to blush a whole lot. I just love to cuddle with her and if it were up to me, I would not leave her side.. ever… I watched her as she was creating a whole new style of fashion. It was the looks for the 50s. I could see that this would be ground breaking for the fashion world. It made it better because we were a week away from going on that trip. We get to be the most important people and I wanted my darling to feel like she was. I just hope they will listen to what she has to say. I will make a mess other wise. That would mean I get to set more things on fire. My darling already did set mine on fire.

The days creep closer and closer to going on that biggest trip of my life. I want to see what Janet was going to do during the trip. I wanted to see if she cares about fashion enough to set the stage on fire. I just want to see if that is the case then I will set her on fire. Well, at the very least use her to my advantage. I will keep Anita away from knowing about it at all coasts. She can’t know anything about what I want to do.

Anita will be the star I want her to be. She can’t outshine me either. I just need to start writing a few letters to the high designers there to see about her being able to work for them in the future. It should take me quite awhile to finish it. I want to see that pretty smile my sweet darling when she will be able to live her dream.

I will leave it up to her if she wants me to help her out. She is in the dorm room working on a skirt for the day we leave. Janet has not been around as much in any class I have with her. I started to have a better mood towards the end of the week. Soon she was not at the school at all. I could’ve cared less but I don’t want my pretty darling in any danger.

I want this trip to go as well as it can without Janet around. Anita seems more worried that the little rat won’t be joining us. What a little bitch and to think that my little darling would want to be friends with her. I will do my best to see this to the end. A ll that matters now was getting Anita to her dream. I wanted that to be the only thing on my mind.

It took a long time for me to see just what I was getting myself into. I have to come up with a plan if things don’t work out. The point is I want what is best for Anita. I do not want anything awful to happen to my sweet, darling.





I have a small feeling about coming back to see her… That is not part of the story for now. I am sure you all want the most details I can give you and for now you will have to wait for stage to burn before we get there. It is only uphill from here… or so you would think. I will continue to pop in like this as a retrospect to how I feel and give more context. My story has a lot to take notes about and I want to make sure you get them all down. After all, my story is the best you will ever read about. Even the story about Cinderella won’t rival mine. I will talk about the trip there. We got there a week early due to date changes and that meant that we had the whole week in France to do whatever we wanted. Janet stayed mostly out of the way and I wanted to keep my distance for now. I had no at that point that I would become friends with her. It was an odd reason too… no no… I don’t want to spoil that part for them. It wouldn’t make a good impression if I told them now. I have a feeling you would want to wake up at this point. I know that setting things on fire litteral terms is not great. I mean it was quite fun for me and I wish I could do it more often. I am very open to the idea of having an open... fire. I have simply moved on from doing anything without my Anita. I want everything I do be centered around her.

I could think of a few things I could say before we move back to the main story. One of thise things being my mother... Oh how I loved her and spending time with her was one of the best things I did on breaks. That one hour a day every day was filled with wonderful memories I could tell you. At tea time when I was 12, I came down the grand stairs wearing a shorter gown without gloves. My mother did not talk to me for a week after that. I could still see how she was mad at me for the smallest things. She wanted me to become a lady to only serve a high ranked man. Men are ok at best but my Anita was far better than any man in high social groups. I have many things I could add on that are similar to what I have already said. I could tell the tale of how I got a... no no no. That does not happen til... I am so sorry darlings... THIS Imbisul can't tell my story right the first time. GAHHH..... WHY....WHY CAN'T YOU DO YOUR JOB YOU IDIOT.

This is why I should be the only one to tell my story. The only story the public needs to know.