To Get Something

Theron’s Point of View

The door to the house opened, and my eyes met with the hazel eyes of Cheryl, one of the maids that worked for my family, her eyes widened as soon as she recognized me, and I grinned.

Firstly, because of her fear and secondly because this is about to get better.

“Hello, Cheryl.” I smiled, being a little too friendly to her, her eyes quickly, darted down to the floor, as she opened the door wider to let me in.

“Welcome home, Master Theron.” Her voice trembled, so did the rest of her body as she stepped to the side, most of the servants that worked for my father acted like this around me.

And I don’t blame them.

After five years, they are suddenly living with the monster who almost killed his younger brother again, after he is being let go from the correctional facilities, and hospital.

It’s like forcing them to relive the trauma of that day.

Everyone seemed so cautious unsure of whose face I was going to break in next.

But unlike before, I seemed to enjoy their fears, and I wasn’t afraid to show it.

I walked in nevertheless, snatching an apple from the tray that another maid carried, as she walked towards the dining table.

Her body quivered as well, her eyes down as she lowered her head even more, the smell of freshly cooked food hit my nose, and I felt my mouth water.

“It’s dinner time.”

“Theron?” I heard my mother’s voice as she climbed down the stairs, her beautiful blue eyes tightened in quiet hatred, and fear. “What are you doing here?”

“What do you mean, mom?” I hiked up to her, taking her small, smooth hands in mine untouched by wrinkles and I pressed my lips against the back of her palms.

The familiar scent of her perfume wafting into my nose. “I am home.”

She stares at me in horror, and even though she seemed terrified, she didn’t recoil away from me—even if she did, I would just hold on to her even tighter.

My mother despite being almost fifty years old, she remained as beautiful as I remembered, her skin pale, milky and flawless, her hair was as black as the night and eyes as blue as the ocean.

She aged like fine wine, makes me concede on how lucky my father was.

My Bella donna.

Growing up, despite having my father’s features, people usually said I had my mother’s beauty, and of course, her silky dark wavy hair.

And more than that… we are more alike than she believed.

“Your father said you wanted to move out.” She finally wrenched her fingers away from my grasp, and I smiled widely. “They moved your things this morning.”

‘Then what are you doing here?’ her eyes asked the question that didn’t dare leave her lips.

“Moving out doesn’t mean I’m not family, does it?” I asked curiously, and she swelled. “I missed you, that’s why I came back, and I figured, there is nothing wrong with spending one last night with my mother.”

“Stop playing, Theron.” She warned, as she strolled towards the dining table, trying to seem unaffected.

“Would you let me sleep in your bed?” I asked playfully. “You can comb through my hair with your fingers as you sing me to sleep.”

She rolled her eyes, uncomfortable with my statement.

“What do you want?”

“Like I said, I miss you.” I cleaned the apple in my hand against the jacket I was wearing and sank my teeth into it.

Just as mother was still interrogating me what I am doing in their house, Thorne came bouncing down from the stairs.

The moment he noticed me he stopped, and the dumb smile left his face, replaced by horror.

“It’s okay, love.” Mother tells him, outstretching her hands, as if she was trying to stop him from having a panic attack.

“Yeah,” I agreed with her, smiling sweetly. “Come down, I don’t bite.”

I grinned, toying with both mother and son.

We finally gathered at the dining table, I wolfed down the meals in front of me, the rich exquisite flavor of the food filling my tongue and I moaned shamelessly as I ate without etiquette or control.

“So good.” I slurped down on the drink, giving them the impression they always had of me. “Why aren’t you guys eating?”

I asked in between chewing the large chunk of meat in my mouth. “The food is delicious; you should definitely give the chef a raise.”

Disgust shimmered in mother’s eyes.

“Theron, if you’re here to hurt Thorne, I am not going to allow it.” Mother warned, I could tell she was still convinced that I just came back home for dinner or because I missed her.

Because I have been told right from when I understood wrong from right.

I was a psychopath.

I am incapable of having emotions.

And they were right.

I found pleasure in other people’s despair, and right now, I am indeed here to hurt Thorne, but it’s not just physically.

“Don’t worry mommy, I am not going to touch our little princess.” I said, reaching for Thorne’s plate, and grabbing off the piece of steak on there with my bare hands.

And sank my teeth into it moaning hard.

****

I heard a knock on my bedroom door, I came upstairs after dinner, the bedroom was mostly empty, all my things have been moved to the cabin house father gave me, almost at the outskirts of town.

I had requested that one personally.

It just suits my aesthetics.

“Come in, Cheryl.” From the way the knock sounded, I knew she was the one, and apart from that, I had requested she brought me some fruits—no one else would be bold enough to come visit me.

Except father.

And he isn’t back from work yet.

“Here are the fruits you requested for, Master Theron.”

I smiled motioning for her to come closer; the horror shifted in her eyes into something much worse, she looked like she would have a panic attack anytime soon.

“Please leave it here.” I pointed towards the table in front of me, and she nodded, her trembling hands dropped the tray unintentionally, causing it to clang noisily on the table.

“Can I ask for one more favor?”

“Huh?” She gasped as soon as she heard my voice, just before she could leave. “Um, yes, sure, sir.”

I leaned forward.

“I want you to bring me Thorne’s phone.” I reached for the apple on the tray, sinking my teeth into it. “He sleeps before midnight, I will be awake, so go to his room when he is sleeping and bring his phone to me.”

“What?” She seemed confused, and then an uneasy smile formed at her face. “No, I can’t do that.”

“Why not?” I raised an eyebrow, the smile disappearing from my face, she was about to offend me.

“Um, if you need his phone, please just talk to him yourself.” She quickly muttered, “I can’t touch a personal belonging of my boss.”

She lowered her face before turning on her heels to leave.

Since this was how she wants to be, fine two can play the game.

“Does my mother know you have been sleeping with her son?” I asked her curiously and she stopped in her tracks, her breath hitches.

I could almost hear how loud her heartbeat was from how noisily she was breathing.

“You’re how old now, twenty-seven? Poor Thorne is only eighteen. How long have you two been fucking?”