Heyy guyysss, Dear gentle readers, Sorry for the very late update. I've been in a blank head space so I was unable to write for a while. Unedited. Enjoy.
Hilda looked like she wanted to hide into her own body. "It was quite late and my father knows I'm here." She said, flashing a smile. Romero nods at her once in acknowledgement. I knew his Fiancee did not have the best attitude but he didn't have to act so cold towards her. But then, he'd have to atleast care for her to be about to marry her. Hilda was trying so hard sometimes, it made me cringe on her behalf. “Go back to your room." Hilda turned her head towards me in a hard glare before she walked off. The weight of her words still hung in the air above me as she walked off. I didn't want to be involved in any trouble but I didn't think anything I said or did would be able to convince her that she has got it all wrong. Romero's heavy gaze turned me. “Lynnie starts school tomorrow, you're to accompany her." He said before walking past me. I went to bed that night like I've been doing in the last weeks. I couldn't sleep. I was restless like something even more terrible was
I snapped out of my riverie. Quickly realizing that I stood in front of five men in only what could barely be recognized as underwear. My eyes widened in horror. I moved without turning back, yanking a robe from the top of the lounge chairs. It was flimsy and completely see through but I just needed to create a wall between my body and their eyes. It rattled me. Mrs. Taylor had asked the men stationed round the house to stay close but out of sight from the garden and pool area before I agreed to come out for swimming. Lynnie was now in her father's arms. His eyes flickered to her and then back up at me. I watched his jaw clench as he stared hard at me. Was he upset? Angry? I don't remember us taking permission before coming out here. We never had to and Mrs. Taylor assured me it was fine to be out here. I clutched the edges of my robe to my stomach. It felt heavy. Romero nodded at the men behind him and then they were led into the estate by Dante. I held my breath, my hear
The whole space went quiet. Completely silent. Lynnie's unbothered father glanced up from his laptop. His eyes flickered towards his daughter and then back to his laptop. No expression on his face. Hilda stood, frozen in her steps. I saw her struggle to keep her glare off. She placed her hand above her chest looking hurt. Lynnie's offended expression grew and she turned to me, her voice softer. “Giselle we won't make breakfast anymore?" She blinked up at me, clearly upset about her plans being ruined. I didn't smile at her in reassurance, I just stared. Lynnie was a very sweet child but she was being raised and groomed to possibly turn out into a spoilt, entitled little brat if her family continued being this nonchalant. Her expression softened at whatever look she saw in mine. “No. We are not Lynnie." I told her. “Lynnie I'll make sure you have fun–” Hilda tried to continue on desperately. "No. I don't want you.” She shrieked with vengeance from her chair and I grimaced at the
“Your father knew this man?" He asked in surprise, almost like he wasn't expecting that answer. I swallowed, hesitating then I nodded at the stranger. “Where's your father?" Romero asked himself this time, scrutinizing my every move. I clenched my teeth together, my heart was pounding hard in my chest. “Dead." I whispered, feeling like I would cbust any moment from now. “So you've never seen this man in four years?" The stranger asked again and I shook my head. “Not even around your dead husband?" My body stilled. “Around Jace?" My eyes roamed the face in the room. It was now my turn to be confused. “If he'd been around I would have known." Would I? He had no reason to be around Jace, they had no connection of any sorts. The man whose face stared at me was a wealthy man my father always clung onto and worshipped. That's all I knew atleast. Jace was a petty, small town criminal. “What was his relationship with your father." This conversation was making me skin itch. I hated
I cuddled against Lynnie on her bed. It has become our most favorite thing to do over the last few days. We watch her sometimes disastrous movie until we fall asleep in either her room or in mine. It's been almost a week since that catastrophic dinner. The bandages were finally taken off my arm yesterday, the pain was almost completely gone, leaving only a dull ache behind. Tonight Lynnie laid almost on top of me but I couldn't sleep. I haven't been able to sleep through the night since the night Jace and child died. The anxiety of the nightmare only worsened further after I killed a man. I killed a person. His lifeless eyes haunted me when I closed my eyes. Being with her always made me feel better, brought me ease and peace but tonight my body just wouldn't relax. My back tensed up when I heard the door to the room being pulled open. I shut my eyes closed. The sound closed shut and soft, heavy footsteps followed. I held my breath, my shoulders frozen. It was him. Her fa
Tension rolled over the air in fast and heavy waves. Hilda looked the most horrified and shocked but it wasn't directed at Lynnie or I. Her gaze kept flickering down the table in fear. Her hands against Romero's arm tightened and so did mine clutching the edge of the table. Hilda's parents looked…embarrassed. Like their future step granddaughter calling another woman Mama was a grave sin they should be afraid of. Her brother merely looked amused. He had the eyes that sparkled with sadistic pleasure at the tension and unease in the air. Kylie looked taken aback. Avery let out a nervous laugh, once, then another. Still the crack of the unease did not ease. “She likes to play with that a lot." She threw another shallow laugh in the air like it was her job to fix this. The devil and his child just sat there. Romero sipped from his wine without a care for his daughter's error. And Lynnie was back to sipping her milkshake with a wide smile on her face. Only I felt like I was abou