Semua Bab Lie: Bab 1 - Bab 7

Spring was in full force, shining in through my bedroom window.I stared out, seeing the tree’s branches wave. It was gorgeous, and although it was so within reach, I felt as if it was never within reach. I reached for the curtain, darkening the room immediately.My chest fully exhaled. The darkness of the room covered me—just another day in this hellhole. I turned back in the room, even in this dark room, I could make out my bed, a grand king-sized, fully made. Nothing in this house was ever out of place.I moved to the door, hand gripping the door knob as tightly as possible.It was always an excruciating pain to go out there. Being in this home was like being in a dungeon, one with plush pillows and expensive art.I pulled open the door, the lightness of the hallway illuminating my face.I stepped out, my shoes echoing as I made my way to the stairs. I stared down at them,“If I fall down them…” I pondered for a moment, “How long would it take for anyone to find me?” My teeth gritt

I had lain in bed all night, not a wink of sleep in my eyes as I stared at the wall in front of me. A mural of a train station. I hated it—just a reminder of things I couldn’t change. I sighed before leaving my bed. It was undone, but the moment I came out of the restroom, it would be made up as if two people had slept in it.I couldn’t remember even sharing a bed with him.I turned on the bathroom light before getting ready for the day. I slipped on a dress, smoothing back my hair, and returned to my room. As predicted, and like clockwork. Bed made, cup of tea at the side of my bed with my pills and a book for me to read. I moved to the tea, picking it up and drinking. I had started my morning reading when I heard a knock on my door.I froze in place. A knock? That was out of place. More knocks came, as I stood from my seat.“Come in,” I answered. The door opened, and to my surprise, it was our maid. Cathy. I tilted my head to her, “Good morning, what is it?” I asked her.“Morning, M

Triston’s face seemed to be deep in thought, his hand stifling the cigarette onto his wooden desk.“Why is he here?” I refrained from a smart comment,“It doesn’t matter.” I reminded him, “He’s here- so get out there.” Triston smiled to himself,“He’s an idiot.” My eyes remained on him. He looked so happy. “Alright, let's go.” He lifted his hand to me. I moved my hand up to take his. His hand was so warm. Blazing hot. Triston stared at me, his brow raised. “Why are you so cold?”“Doesn’t matter.” I led him forward. “Let’s go.”-------------------------------Triston and I walked hand in hand to our living room. At our sight, Marcus stood up.His voice was bubbling, “Triston!” I let go of Triston, allowing him to hug his brother, as I rubbed my hand.“Marcus, what are you doing here?” Triston asked, “I had the driver waiting to take you to your house-”Marcus shook his head. “This is my house.” He exclaimed. “I grew up here!” I smiled at his soft words, “Besides, I need to come see my

My heart was pounding so loudly, my ears were ringing. “You shouldn’t be speaking to me,” I told him, He looked irritated by my words. “Has he taken that from you, too? The power to talk to people-” “That's not it.” I shook my head, “You know that-” “Then you don’t want to speak with me? Say that then.” Oliver looked me down, before he took hold of my hand. “Tell me you don’t want to speak with me.” I was frozen in place at his words. “Tell me that and I will never bug you again.” I felt my lips part open, stuck as I tried to make words.I felt a grip take hold of my wrist. My eyes grew even larger in alarm as I turned my head to face him. Triston stood there, jaw clenched, grip growing harder as he yanked me his way. I was sure I would have been nearly thrown across the room, but Triston’s grip remained, holding onto me. Triston now stood between us, his body like a wall. “Don’t ever touch my wife.” His words seemed to be drawn out as the music remained to keep our confront