I continued until I got to my room. With my body shaking from a new wave of embarrassment I had dashed up the grand staircase. The elegant hallway seemed to go on forever. After locating the door I slammed it behind me. A loud defiant punctuation to the stiflingly quiet dinner the sound reverberated throughout the quiet house. My chest heaved as I leaned against the door. I finally shed the tears I had so desperately suppressed. They were stinging and hot as they ran down my face. I moved to the bed after pushing myself away from the door. My legs felt weak. I slumped onto the plush mattress and covered my face with my hands. Now I let the tears fall freely and let out a soft sob. It was a cry of complete defeat grief and rage. I had made a mistake by coming here. I was familiar with Victoria's personality. I had anticipated this. However a tiny optimistic part of me had thought that Carson's presence would suffice. This had been my mistake. I had been foolish. I had let mys
The chilly balcony air pricked my skin. Even after I closed the glass doors the cold persisted when I returned inside I could sense it in my bones. In the silence of the room I sensed it. The temperature had nothing to do with the cold. In order to melt the ice inside of me I had to move to the bathroom and feel the warmth of the shower. It felt good to have a hot bath. For a while, I stood beneath the stream allowing it to cleanse me of the dirt from the lengthy trip and the uneasiness that had been holding me back. After stepping out, I wrapped a soft white towel around my body and used a second one to gently massage my damp hair. The sterile immaculate bathroom was immaculate. It didn't feel like home but rather like a hotel. There was a gentle knock on the door. I went icy. I was reluctant to speak to anyone. I hoped they would simply disappear. This time the knock was a bit louder. With a sigh I approached the door. With the towel still wrapped around my hair. I cracked
The drive was a silent blur. I sat in the backseat of the limousine, staring out the window. The city lights faded into the endless black of the countryside. Carson was beside me. He tried to reach for my hand, but I pulled away. My eyes stayed fixed on the reflection of the car in front of us. Victoria’s car. It was a sleek black sedan, just like ours. A perfect match.A few hours later, we pulled up to a grand estate. It was bigger than I remembered. A huge iron gate stood at the entrance. The gate swung open silently, and we drove in. The mansion was a monstrous thing of brick and stone. It was a dark, brooding presence against the moonlit sky. It felt less like a home and more like a tomb. A cold dread settled in my stomach.The car stopped. The driver got out and opened the door for us. I stepped out, my feet sinking into the soft gravel. The air was cold and still. The only sound was the crunch of our shoes on the path. Victoria stepped out of her car. She looked at me, her e
The shards of my trust in Carson were sharp. They dug into my skin with every breath I took. My stomach clenched.A familiar voice came from behind me. “Annabel.”I didn't turn around. “Go away.”He came closer. “Please, just listen to me.”“There’s nothing to talk about,” I said, my voice thin, a whisper of a broken thing.“There is. I had no other choice. It was the only way I could get close to them. The only way I could protect you.”I finally turned around. He looked so desperate. His eyes, once so bright and full of life, were now shadowed with a familiar fear that I had known so well. “Protect me? You chose them over me,” I said. My voice was no longer a whisper. It was a roar.He ran a hand through his hair, a nervous habit I knew well. “No, I didn’t. I swear. I did it for you. I know how this looks, but you have to trust me.”I laughed, a harsh, brittle sound. “Trust you? Carson, you’ve shattered every last piece of trust I had. You are a fool if you think I would ever tru
I opened the door with a push. I froze by the entrance. My blood ran cold at the sight. Carson was sitting on the bed. He was bowing his head. Victoria, his mother, was standing by his side. She was very stylish. Her pricey suit contrasted sharply with the run-down apartment. I got a smile from her. She smiled without opening her eyes. She had a strong perfume and power scent. It smelled oppressive. Her words were “Hello Annabelle.”Her tone was serene and fluid. I turned my gaze from her to Carson. My thoughts were racing. My eyes shifted to Carson wondering how she had discovered us and how she knew we were here. He refused to give me a glance. His gaze remained fixed on the ground. A chilly certainty descended upon me. Victoria cut the quiet. “I’m here to take my son home He should return to the mansion now. Its time for him to rejoin the business. Too much time has passed since he left.”I questioned “Carson?” I spoke in a whisper. “What is she saying? Will you go back with
The following morning I decided on something. I needed to know what was going on. The flat had a cage-like feel to it. It was too clean and too quiet. I felt like I was being choked by the sterile air. I was unable to stay. I had to stop running. Whatever the truth was I had to face it head-on. Carson's deep even breaths were like the puzzle pieces clinking into place as I watched him sleep through a night of restless dread. I had to know for sure. I had to find out why. I called Fred A little battle was raging in my head as my thumb lingered over his name on my phone. I took a reassuring breath and hit call. “Annabel?” he asked in a relieved tone that was so real it nearly made me doubt my conviction. “How are you? Where are you? Are you okay?”I said my voice tight a thin wire of control “I'm fine. I need to see you.”He was hesitant. A reserved tone took the place of the relief in his voice. “It's too risky Ann.” I stated bluntly. “I am aware that they are. I'll be careful. T