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Albert Hewitt is fed up with his rebellious daughter Eliza. The final straw comes when Eliza gets expelled from her exclusive school. Albert has had enough. He decides to teach her a lesson. A good friend of Albert’s offers a place for Eliza to stay, a place where strict rules are in place and young women must learn their place. Albert assumes he is sending his daughter away to a finishing school. Unwillingly Albert sends Eliza into one of the strictest Cults in the country. Eliza finds herself in an unfamiliar place, with strange rules and even stranger people. She has been given a new name, a new wardrobe and strict commandments to live by. She is scared of her new surroundings, but one question remains hot on Eliza’s mind… Why her Father sent her here.
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14. Eliza

I had been expelled from school. Great, just great, I didn’t want this to happen. But it has, and there is no going back from something like this.

Annabelle and her brat son came in the carriage to pick me up in disgrace. I had an earful from her on the way home. She kept telling me how disappointed my Father would be with me when he found out.

She said it was my fault that he had been in such a bad way lately. But it wasn’t my fault; I told her she was to blame. Her and her stupid son, if anyone’s at fault it is them. Annabelle did not take kindly to this and swore under her breathe. It was hilarious; I laughed out loud, which she didn’t like.

As soon as we got home I threw my uniform off and ordered a servant to burn it, they did so with confusion. No more school, no more stupid Nuns, no more boring English Grammar lessons, no more anything, not including horse riding.

I decided I wanted to get my fair share done now whilst Father’s away on business, I had a funny feeling that as soon as he came home I was going to be banned from riding. But he couldn’t stop me if he tried, he’s too soft.

I was now in the garden, I was brushing Brandy’s mane, it was such a beautiful colour, I was about to jump on her back when I heard a commotion coming from inside. I told the stable boy to run back to the house and see what was occurring; whilst I was waiting I continued admiring my horse.

A few minutes later the boy returned, he was followed by my darling Governess Lady Diana and Annabelle they both looked furious.

“Hello my Lady,” I smiled brightly “my Mother’s replacement,” a said nodding at each of them in turn.

“You are going riding?” Annabelle exclaimed. “You have been sent home in disgrace and instead of trying to repent you are going on your horse?”

“Yes,” I said slowly.

“What Mrs Hewitt is trying to say is it would be much better if you waited inside,” Lady Dianna said, she was a softly spoken woman of fifty; she was about as scary as a duckling.

“Wait, wait for whom?” I asked.

“Your Father to return, your Father is on his way home as we speak, I spoke to Mr Kent. Mr Hewitt is in a very bad state of shock!” she explained.

I tried to care, really I did, but I couldn’t. Instead I snorted.

“Oh that pathetic excuse for a man, he will not care, he doesn’t care about anything other than wife number two and the bastard child.”

“How dare you insult my son and his parentage when you are no more than a common little–?”

“Mrs Hewitt!” Lady Dianna exclaimed.

“You have run out of luck Eliza,” Annabelle snarled. “You think you can do whatever you please but not anymore. You are going away, for a long time.”

“That is all rather lovely, but I am about to go riding, so I would appreciate a little peace.” I said.

“No, no more riding for you. Your Father has something else in mind,” she said, the look in her eye a tad sinister. Was this her attempt at being serious? It was not working.

“Oh yes? And what is this something he has in mind for me?”

“He is sending you away. You are going to live with a religious respectful family; they are a large Community with strict rules. A bit of discipline might do you good?”

Was she trying to scare me? I looked over at Lady Dianna, she had a grave look on her face.

Was Annabelle telling the truth? Was my Father sending me away?

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