A Violent Kind of Grace

At the crack of dawn, I woke up right on schedule.

The manor was silent, and I slipped into my running gear to hit the grounds. I pounded the perimeter five times, clocking in at about six miles.

By the time I got back, the servants were just beginning to bustle about.

At breakfast, it was just Edward and me.

He was buried in the newspaper while I dug into some scrambled eggs.

"Did you sleep well last night?" he asked out of the blue.

"It was okay," I replied. "The bed is a bit too cushy for my taste."

Edward peeked over his paper at me. "Alice claims you threatened her."

"What's her version?"

"She says you want to kick her out of the LaRosa family."

I set my fork down. "Are you buying that?"

Edward snapped the paper shut. "Not for a second."

His voice was calm, detached, the mark of someone used to being in charge, "But remember, we LaRosas have a reputation to uphold."

I drained my orange juice. "Alright, then I'm joining the company."

"And why's that?" He raised an eyebrow, and I met his gaze head-on.

"Because I can make LaRosa Group more money."

Edward chuckled, a hint of mockery in his laugh. "You? A back-alley brawler?"

"Life's on the line every minute in the ring." I rapped my knuckles on the table, a small smile playing on my lips, "My old man taught me business is no different."

I did not wait for his response, just stood up and walked out.

Through the garden I went.

Alice was there in a white sundress, sipping coffee on a wicker chair.

Victoria whispered something to her, but they clammed up when they saw me.

Victoria huffed, and Alice set down her cup, her smile sweet as ever. "Thinking of joining the company?"

"That's right."

"Dad will never go for it." Her voice was gentle, but her message was clear. "The company's no place for someone from the fight pits."

Her words tickled a laugh out of me, and I could not help but snort softly. "Now that's a funny thought. Has the company become your precious little piano?"

Alice moved closer, her sneer mirroring Edward's. "I'm looking out for you, Sis. The company's a maze, and if you don't play by the rules, you'll get burned."

"What rules?"

"Our rules." Victoria scoffed, "Alice has been with the company for two years, while you're clueless. You'd just embarrass us."

I gave them a long look, chose not to respond, and turned to leave.

Alice's brow furrowed. "I'm just trying to help..."

"Right, well... Thanks, I guess?" I brushed past them, but Alice reached out to grab me.

A second later, a scream pierced the air behind me, followed by a thud. I glanced back. Alice had stumbled several steps backward and crashed onto the lawn! She clutched her knee, her skirt smeared with earth.

From behind, it looked like I had flung her away.

"Ah—!" Victoria's shriek cut through the moment, "What have you done?!" She dove to Alice's aid, glaring up at me, fury in her eyes, "You hit her?! You brute!" Her cries brought the servants running.

Catherine leaned from the balcony. "Victoria, what's going on?"

"Mom!" Victoria wailed, "Elvira pushed Alice! She's fallen!"

Edward emerged from his study and rushed down the stairs. The garden swarmed with onlookers.

Alice sat on the grass, her face in her hands, tears brimming, "Sis, I know you don't like me. I'll just leave this house..." She tried to rise, but her injury seemed too much, and she slumped back down.

To any onlooker, she was the picture of injustice. If I had not been there, I might have fallen for it, too.

"I never laid a finger on you." My gaze was icy as it met hers.

"I saw you do it!" Victoria accused, pointing straight at me. "You shoved her when you spun around!"

Catherine hurried to Alice's side, offering her support.

Edward's gaze bore into me, his expression stormy. "Elvira, care to explain yourself?"

"I didn't shove her," I insisted. "She tripped on her own."

"Who just trips on flat ground?" Victoria yelled, her voice dripping with scorn. "You're nothing but a bully with no manners!"

Alice clung to Catherine's hand, pleading.

"Dad, Mom, please don't be mad at Sister. She might just be having trouble adjusting since she's only just come home..."

Her acting was commendable, but I was not about to play along.

My eyes fixed on the nearby oak, its girth demanding an embrace from two. I strode toward it.

"What are you up to?" Edward asked, confusion lacing his tone.

I offered no reply.

Fist clenched, breath drawn deep, I channeled strength into my core.

My fist collided with the tree's trunk.

Crack!

Two fissures erupted from the point of impact, racing outward, splitting the trunk in two.

Shock painted their faces.

The tree's crown lurched, crashing down with a 'whoosh!'

The earth trembled, leaves took flight.

I shook out my hands and faced them squarely. "Had I actually pushed her, she'd be in the hospital right now."

Alice's tears ceased, her complexion ghostly.

Victoria's rage gave way to terror, her grip on Alice's arm so fierce that her nails could have drawn blood.

Catherine trembled, her knees buckling, seeking support from Edward.

Edward, speechless, alternated his gaze between the toppled giant and me.

I stepped closer to Alice, who recoiled.

"Next time you put on a show, try for something a bit more convincing, Sis."