I sat at the empty dining table, moving food around the plate as my appetite has been a little low.The image of Elijah's scars have been popping in my head ever since I saw them about a week ago.The pattern and the map the scars created were engraved in my head. In the last week, I've had close to zero interactions with Elijah and Cane, and even Dalinda.I wasn't too sad about not being in the same room as the two men or in the same bed as Elijah. After that one night I definitely felt his arm around me, Elijah hasn't come to bed. And I have to say, I was enjoying a few hours of comfortable sleep.But not having Dalinda around reminded me how lonely I was. The old woman was a very great companion. I loved hearing her talk about the times of her youth.But lately, I've been seeing her for maybe a few minutes before she would suddenly disappear.I glanced over my shoulder towards the open kitchen and watched as Dalinda and her husband Milton had a very hushed conversation. I couldn'
My head was spinning as I looked at the pile of Canvases thrown by the trash at the back of the Mansion.Every single painting I've ever made was thrown near the trash, obvious about to be ridden off.I rushed over to the pile and looked down at the first canvas. It was the final painting I'd made after we got the news about father's accident.It wasn't finished yet and I'd thought about finishing it before I was told I would be marrying a stranger.I followed the thick purple brushes against the canvas with my eyes, tracing the purple paint flowing out of a flipped car.I'd used purple as blood for about six years now because I wasn't able to stand the sight of red.I shifted my eyes to the rest of the different sized canvases, wondering what they were doing here.As I was staring down at the canvases, I saw a small droplet of water hit the purple paint. A frown covered my face before I tiled my head up and stared at the sky.I let out a silent gasp as another droplets fell on my ri
Elijah Smith...I listened to the marketing team's leader present the new marketing ideas without actually understanding what he was saying.My presence might be heavy in the room but my mind was elsewhere.I was constantly thinking about the recent conversations I've had with Dante and Cane.Harvey, Dante's close guard, reported that the Vipers were moving in to the city quickly than we had expected, and their advances have been quite bold.A few days ago, I got an angry call from Dante and he told me that the new toys we were bringing in were hijacked by our rivals and not a single weapon made it in to our hands.This has happened a long time ago. But during that time, we were tricked by someone within our circle as our transported goods were widely known by many.But now, only a number of people know about the exact date the shipments would come in. Only Dante, Harvey, Cane and myself knew about the exact date. The rest of the group would know once the good have arrived, wh
I stomped in to my study and threw the scarf I had in my hand in to the trash.I ignored Cane's and Dalinda's eyes and walked over to my desk before I dropped myself in my chair.Anger was still boiling at the pit of my stomach.Cane and Dalinda shared a look before they shifted their eyes back to me."What happened?" Dalinda asked.I leaned back in to my seat and balled my hands."She won't say." I replied."I don't think we should just jump in to conclusions. Maybe Ella run in to Kevin at the park." Dalinda offered."What was she even doing there?" I asked."The park isn't that far away from the Williamson's Mansion. Maybe she went to visit her family..." Cane suggested before he let out a sigh."I haven't been paying attention to her to the point that she just walk out. What if something bad happened to her?" Dalinda sighed this time.She's not a child, I couldn't understand how the two looked worried about her.I opened the mirrored phone and looked through it incase I find anythi
Ella Williamson...I startled awake in bed and glanced at my phone to see the time. It was close to seven.I noticed a few text message notification on my phone and I slowly sat up.I rubbed my eyes with the ball of my hands before I picked up the phone again and looked at it with tired eyes.All of the texts were of course from Elizabeth.She had promised that she would have the paintings that I'd saved sent to this house, but apparently there was a delay and she promised to send it tomorrow.She also apologized multiple times and explained that she had no idea that our mother would throw my canvases away.I believed her.Seeing as it was night time, I decided to text her back tomorrow and placed my phone back on the nightstand.I glanced beside me and saw that the bed was empty.My eyes then moved to the window. I couldn't believe it was already night time.Earlier after Elijah ripped the scarf Detective Kevin gave me from around my neck and stormed off, I was alone for about t
My soul nearly left my body when I heard Elijah groan. I closed my eyes to block the few of the blade stabbing Elijah.My breath was coming out in a short huff as I slowly opened my eyes again.It took my eyes a few second to adjust to the dark again, and what I saw shocked me.Elijah had managed to stop the knife from going in to his face with his right hand. The knife did go through his hand, forcing another grunt out of him, but he quickly gained his momentum.He struck the intruder with his left hand so hard that the other man nearly fell off of him. Using the opportunity, Elijah grabbed the man by the hair and pulled his head down. He locked the other man's head under his left arm and held him in a guillotine chock hold.The other man immediately started pulling away from Elijah, but he wrapped his legs around the intruders waist and kept the man in place.The intruder struggled for a few more seconds before his movement started getting slower and slower until he finally stopped
Elijah Smith...I looked down at the bloody footprints left on the stairs with a frown. Shining my phone flash light at it, I examined the prints. They were too small to be mine and Dalinda's.I worked my jaw as I remembered how I'd left Ella in the dark hall after I'd told her to go to my bedroom.Could she have stupidly followed me? And if she had, then how did I not notice her?A groan brought my attention to the basement and I made a mental note to have a conversation with Ella before I turned the fash light of my phone off before I shoved it in to my pocket and walked back in to the basement.The man was slowly starting to wake up, which was good, because I wanted to finish this as soon as possible.I walked over to the long table with weapons lined up on it and picked up a red towel.My right hand was heavily bleeding but with how I was able to still move it, I figured the blade didn't do much damage.I wrapped the towel around my right hand and glanced at the man. I picke
I woke up with a massive headache pounding at my head. I touched my forehead with my right hand palm after I sat up in bed. The events of the previous night slowly entered my head and I dropped my hand before I glanced at the space next to me.I was relieved when I saw that Elijah was not there. Last night, after I let the water run and washed Elijah's blood off of my feet, I'd returned to bed hoping I would pass out and every thing than happened would be in my nightmare.But of course, it wasn't.I could still remember the feeling of Elijah's blood on my feet. I could still remember the dark figure of the intruder sneaking around the hall.I could remember the short but horrifying struggle between Elijah and the other man.I could remember the injury Elijah got during the struggle.But most of all, I could also remember how Elijah's arms had protectively wrapped around me to keep me safe.How stranger?You would think that I would linger on the fact that I saw Elijah dragging an u