GENESIS
She found it strange that the people of this house rarely interacted with one other. Everybody just went about their tasks and only spoke to one another when it was absolutely necessary. There was no sense of togetherness in the household at all.Today in particular, it was even stranger, almost eerie. The silence in the house rang in her head and she could feel goosebumps sprout on her skin. If one looked at her close enough, they would see the hairs on her skin standing upright, that was how strange it felt to be in that house at that moment.She would have asked someone what was going on, but she was sure that nobody would respond to her. Since she arrived, nobody had spared her anything more than a glance, even her greetings had fallen to the floor and gotten trampled on.She did not knock when before she went in Elon's room and she soon realized that that was a huge mistake. A pair of bloodshot eyes had met hers as soon as she stepped foot in the room; that gaze had her rooted in that spot, unable to do anything but blink. In her chest, her heart beat erratically, almost like it was going to crack her ribcage and jump out of her body.His hands were hanging limply by his sides, and he looked at her almost as if he could see through her, that scared her even more. For a moment, she thought that Dante was just staring into space, but he proved otherwise when he let out just one word."Leave."She, for the life of her, could not figure out why she could not move from there. Perhaps, the terror she was feeling at that moment had rendered her stiff and dumbfounded. She saw one of his brows rise, whether in threat or in question, she did not know. But that was the little push that she needed to spin and dash out of the room as fast as she was able to.In all the years of her career, never had she come across such strange situations. She needed a strong drink. It was very unlike her to crave such things, but what she had just seen was enough to justify her longing. That man had looked like everything dangerous and scary, like something one would see in a nightmare or a horror movie.She had just pulled out her phone to call Sara when someone asked her, "you're still here?"She looked up from her phone and was faced with wide eyes, filled with nothing but fear. The woman was even panting like she had been running."Nobody stays here on this day." The middle aged woman continued. Her eyes reduced to slits, causing the corner of her eyes to crinkle even more. "Oh, you don't know that, do you?"At that moment, Genesis was sure that there was nobody on earth that could have been more confused than she was. She asked, "I don't know what? What are you talking about?""Our boss and his son spend this day alone every year, all staff must be away." The woman stepped closer and, in a little over a whisper, she said, "Today is his wife's death anniversary."With that, not even wasting another second, the woman turned around and walked away as fast as she could. Still, all Genesis could do was stand there with her lips gaped. At that moment, her mind was a whirlwind, spiraling uncontrollably. The way Dante had looked at her, the chillness of his voice, the fear in that woman's eyes, everything jumbled in her head. She was stunned, and it was not in a good way.With feet as heavy as lead, she dragged herself down the stairs and out the mansion. She needed to see Sara and pour everything out to her immediately.•°•°•"Girl, I don't think it's that serious." Sara flicked her wrist, waving off everything that Genesis had just told her."I know what I saw, Sara." Genesis insisted, everything that happened was still fresh in her head. "His eyes are the scariest things I have seen in my life." Just the mere remembrance sent shivers down her spine. She hugged herself, caressing her arms as a form of comfort."The man wants to spend the day alone with his son to remember his dead wife, what is the big deal in that?" Sara asked, unable to understand why her friend was so worked up about the whole thing.Genesis gave up, realizing that, no matter how much she explained, Sara would never see reasons with her. With a sigh, she lifted the bottle of whiskey between them and refilled her glass. It was a little more than she usually took, but she felt like she needed it."We both know that you cannot handle that much alcohol." Sara reminded her. But Genesis did not care, this was the only way she knew to forget events, even though it was going to be temporary."If you're getting wasted over a simple look, what would you do if worse should happen?" Sara threw that question and Genesis paused with her glass between her lips. That simple question caused even more to roam in her head.Could worse happen?Was he capable of doing worse?Did it feel like he could do worse?Genesis was already afraid as it was, but what scared her even more was the fact that her answer to all those questions was yes. It was possible that even worse could happen and she would have no way to escape it.She looked at her friend, she did not know how to respond, so she ignored her. And with one swig of the glass, she flushed the whiskey down her throat, concentrating on burn. She did not want to think of that scary man at the moment. But at the back of her mind, she knew that she was eventually going to quit caring for his son.DANTEHe thought he was doing better; but, every year, this day would come and plunge him into deep sadness again. That sadness fueled anger and anybody that was not his son faced his wrath, either justly or unjustly. It was for that reason he had created a tradition to spend this day alone with his son every year. Nobody was to be around them.As he watched his sleeping son, he did his best to think of an answer to the question the kid had persisted with before falling asleep."Will I ever get a new mommy?" The boy had kept asking.Dante had dodged it by forcing the boy to gulp a glass of water and making him go to sleep. But he knew that once the boy woke up, he would be faced with the question again.The first time the boy had asked that question, he had fallen down the stairs before he could even get an answer. Now, Dante was not sure how he was going to dodge it this time. Soon enough, the boy began to stir on the bed, a sign that he was about to wake up. Dante held his breath, ra
GENESISIf she had been asked why she was back at that mansion, she would not have been able to give any tangible answer. She had originally decided to stay away from the man and his son in order to keep her sanity, but when she had thought deeper about the child, her heart melted and she was moved to return. But now, it was looking like she should not have let her emotions win. Dante's hard face was the first thing she faced immediately she walked into Elon's room. Again. Only thing was, this time, his eyes were no longer bloodshot and he did not look like he was going to shoot her brains out. He looked indifferent, like he could care less if she was there or not."Good morning, sir." She tried her best to not let her voice crack, struggling to maintain eye contact with him. But all she got was a curt nod before he rose to his full length and exited the room.She breathed. The stillness in the room had gone out with him, and it was now she became aware of the little boy's eyes scanni
DANTEHe still was not sure why he had given that nurse permission to use her traditional methods for his son's treatment. But his hands were tied here. He was not ready to imagine how his son would handle the news of not being able to walk again. The kid liked to run around and indulge in mischievous activities, such news would suck the life out of him and Dante hated the thought of his son living like a shadow of himself. "I feel like she's trustworthy." The voice of his friend dragged him out of his reverie. He blinked, focusing back on his friend, Luke."I mean, not too many nurses will go the extra mile like this. She's literally risking her career to give your son a chance to use his legs again." Luke continued. "Plus, from what you have said, Elon has a special connection with her. I think he's in good hands."Dante sighed, leaning back on his chair. "I just hope whatever she does actually works." "We all do, Dante. Remember, I am here to support any way I can." Luke's assura
GENESISIt had been a month since Elon switched to homeschool. He had even become more lively with Lana — his teacher — around. The lady was a sweetheart and even Genesis liked to chat with her whenever she took a break from Elon's classes. It was like a breath of fresh air having someone to relate to amidst the strangeness of the staff in that house. Lana was packing up now as she was done with the day's work. "You're a smart kid, Elon." She remarked. "Continue like this and you'd be ahead of your peers in no time." "Thank you." Elon smiled. "Alright, let me be on my way. I promised to make my kids burritos for dinner." Lana waved her goodbye and rushed out of the room. Genesis was all smiles when she looked at the boy, but it dropped as soon as she saw that he was looking sullen, lost in thought. "Elon?" She called but did not get any response. "Elon?" She tried again and all she got back was silence. So she poked his arm with her finger and that seemed to do the trick. He wa
GENESISIt was a dream, it just had to be a dream.She was looking at Dante with gaped lips and eyes wide like saucers. Did he realize what he had just said? She would have assumed that he was just joking, but she knew too well that Dante was not one to throw jokes around like that; at least, not with her."Look, I know it sounds strange." Dante started. 'Very strange.' She would have added if she was able to find her voice, but she was still dumbfounded. "But, right now, that is the only way I can think to keep you here." He sighed, his face spelling frustration. "I'll compensate you, I promise. You get to decide the amount.""I... I— marry you? That's—""Take tonight to think of it properly." He intercepted her speech. "For Elon's sake."She could still not make up a proper sentence as he walked out of the kitchen, leaving her to her thoughts. She stood there for a while, weighing her options. Marrying this man meant that her life was going to take a drastic turn, but leaving mean
GENESIS She was so glad to not have run into Dante that morning. Even though she knew she would eventually have to face him later that day, she still wanted to delay having to see him. She was currently massaging Elon's legs and, as usual, the kid was throwing one question after the other at her. "Do you think we would be able to survive a zombie apocalypse locked in this mansion?"Now, she was not sure why the kid was thinking about zombies today. But she was not going to indulge him in that conversation. "I don't know, Elon." She breathed. She did not want to burst his bubble by telling him that zombies were not real. Or baby he was already aware and just chose to ride that wave. "You're a little dull today." She heard the boy say to her. She looked up and found him scanning her face with concern. "Did something happen? Are you sick? Do you need the day off—""It's nothing." She mustered a small smile. "I've just not had my morning coffee yet." That was a stupid excuse, but for t
DANTEHe had gone through the document over and over again; yet, he was still reluctant to put down his signature. For some hours, he had been giving himself the excuse of going through the document properly 'just to make sure', but deep down, he knew he was just afraid to sign those papers. The depth of the situation had just hit him and he was just now reasoning how he was binding himself to a woman for a whole year, a woman he barely knew. What pained him the most was that he had sworn to never look at another woman after Evelyn died. Now, here he was, about to sign himself married to another woman. 'It's only in the eyes of the law.' He thought to himself. He was going to take comfort in that fact. Nothing more was going to happen between him and that nurse. They were going to live like strangers trapped in the same house, because that was what they were.He sighed and picked up his pen. He had to do this for his son, she was the only hope he had. He flipped through the papers,
DANTEHe was pacing up and down the living room, he had not been this restless since his son's accident. Why did he even listen to her? He should have dropped the call and let her fend for herself in this city. But there was still a part of him that could just not leave his mother stranded, and he wished he could shut down that part or his heart, or at least, mute its voice. When he heard the front door swing open, his heartbeat ceased. Everywhere went quiet and still and all he could hear were her footsteps. He was backing the door and he was dreading the idea of having to turn and look at her face, he doubted that he was ready for the wave of emotions that would come with it. "Do you hate me so much that you now don't even want to look at me?" He heard her voice raw for the first time in years and shivers went down his spine. Despite himself, he admitted that he missed hearing her speak. But the weight of what she had done was greater than the stupid longing he felt.He mustered s