Abuse 2

Since leaving the house, I have felt a new sense of freedom I never had my whole life. Nopony questioned me or the thing hanging from my neck and walking so long without a neck cramp from looking down so much felt like bliss.

The only things I brought in my ex-sister Sun’s saddlebag was a few hygiene supplies (soap, mane shampoo, and conditioner, toothbrushes, etc), my Father’s Bit card, which contained his entire fortune, and a few apples to eat.

Now free, I also knew I needed a place to stay. I was utterly lost, so I got a taxi to the nearest motel. Obviously, my taxi driver thought he was so clever, and took me to the farthest motel he could find to run up the fare.

I didn’t bother arguing him, deciding to just pay him and leave. Also, the logo above the motel and the one on his dashboard matched, making me think he was being paid to bring ponies here instead of any other place.

The place was rather nice, bowls of candy on the front desk, and hot towels in your bathroom. This was a perfect place to stay.

…

After showering, I decided on a plan. I wasn’t sure how many ponies would be looking for me or my parents. Though it was unlikely anypony would care, anyway, my plan was to go to Ponyville and live the life I was robbed.

I knew I was never going to let go of the pain I went through. It was so deeply rooted in my past, removing it just felt wrong. But all the same, I could possibly never come back to Canterlot.

…

Outside the motel, was a large all-you-can-eat restaurant. After paying for my meal, I ate the biggest meal I had in my entire life. Mashed potatoes, grits, lemonade, fries, roasted Brussels sprouts, cakes and cookies, ice cream, toast, eggs, squash, the works.

I was munching so hard ponies began to stare at me. Up until now, it never occurred to me how malnourished I was compared to everypony else, I was only fed the bare minimum for my survival.

Downing a glass of ice tea, a worker came up to me and asked me to leave. “Sorry, I’m enjoying myself too much,” I laughed, stuffing a wad of vegetables into my mouth.

“You’re acting like a dirt pony,” he snickered. I felt like roasting him into oblivion, how dare he say such things. I glared at him.

“What’s wrong with being an earth pony,” I asked.

“Well, what strengths could such a weakling posses?” He chuckled.

“Well, they grew all the food in this place,” I stated.

“Most of this is magically made, I mean Canterlot has no room for farming,” he added.

“Ponyville has room for farms and cities,” I quipped, stopping him before he could retort, “I’m finished with my meal.” I tossed a few bits on the table and quickly trotted out.

Ugh, I swear these snotty unicorns thinking that earth ponies are inferior to them need to be taught a lesson. Starting with the main problem, the royalty.

The next day I stopped at the library for more information about the alicorn amulet. And apparently, only I can take it off and the more I use it the more corrupted I get. But I found a spell that could combat corruption spells.

I tore the page out and stuffed it in my saddle bag quickly. I also ripped out many pages on defensive spells. One book contained some many good things that I’d almost ripped all the pages out. So I decided to stuff the whole book into my saddlebag.

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On my way to the motel, the mare at the desk asked where I stayed and I told her second floor. She hissed, “sorry, somepony rented out the whole floor to herself, you’re going to have to stay somewhere else.”

“Who?” I asked sharply.

“Fleur de Lee,” the mare cooed as if she was speaking of the most beautiful pony in the world. And I had heard of this mare, she was a supermodel and even spoke with my mother about her fashion magazine. Fleur had connections to Fancy Pants, and Fancy had connections to Blue Blood, and Blue Blood had connections to the princesses.

I stifled a grin and asked to retrieve my things before I moved to a room on the first floor. I knew which room was Fleur’s because it was the only one with a Do Not Disturb sign on the door handle. 204, I quickly saved that number into my brain.

The clerk opened my door with her universal key before storing it in a pocket on her vest, also something I’d need to make a mental note for. I quickly gathered my things, which were just my bathroom products and a blanket from the closet.

…

After settling into my new room, I read through some of the spells I took. One described an easy levitation spell. And the other a complex spell to time travel. After practicing them both to near perfection, I headed out again.

I had a few hours of daylight left so I used them going to the grocery store. A plan to kill Fleur was already rattling in my mind, I planned to use something to cut off her magic that way I can keep her horn intact.

If I removed it I’d be killing an earth pony, and that’s the last thing I want to do. While browsing the aisle I found exactly what I needed Rat Poison. It was a blue can that would sprinkle white flakes specifically for the rats to eat.

On the back was a warning to not consume, if you did it’d cause tightness in the throat and chest as well as magical blocks. Perfect.

I strolled into the checkout, four cans of the poison in my hoof. “Please insert your card,” the cashier stated. I inserted Father’s bit card and snickered to myself. “Put in the PIN.”

“The PIN,” I asked, confused.

“Into the keypad,” the cashier added. A PIN code? No, I never heard Father’s PIN code or any code before. “Nevermind,” she smiled, noticing my father’s profile picture as the card’s information rendered. “You must be his grocer?”

“Yeah,” I said quickly, happy to finally be able to leave that store. I made my way to my hotel and carefully planned out Fleur’s murder. I examined my own room to find where the cameras where, one above the bed, one in the kitchenette, and two in the front door and outdoor.

I laughed instantly, having the perfect way to bypass all the cameras.