บททั้งหมดของ Whispers of Obsession; Innocent. Obedient. His.: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 6

Dorothy“Ugh!”My body slammed against the smooth marbled floor as I was about to finish the Grand Jeté practice session for my upcoming ballet recital.Everyone let out a loud gasp, their eyes widening in disbelief. For the first time, they were seeing me fail.I felt my chest sink; they wanted more from me. They wanted their expectations to be reached.“I can’t believe she missed that last part.”I heard hushes and whispers from the other dancers.“Her mother would never.”“Dorothy Kace!”My dance instructor, Mrs. Ivanoski’s thickly accented voice, made the entire chatter cease instantly. My heart raced faster as I struggled to my feet, bearing the ache in my ankle.“Yes, teacher,” I answered quietly, my head lowered as I waited for her usual disappointment.“I had expected better from you, Dorothy,” she said harshly. “What is the matter with you?”I didn’t answer. I couldn’t even look at her. In fact, she would probably shun me if I did.Then the words I had always dreaded hit me.

“Him? Mom, you’re kidding, right? This is Uncle Sebastien, dad’s best friend.” I said, forgetting how loud I was.Lots of emotions ran through me. I wanted an explanation. I wanted to know how… what happened, and why he chose to marry my mother.Sebastien didn’t blink. He didn’t try to explain or reassure me. All he did was look down at my legs. That look alone made me shift back, and for the first time, I walked away.I literally walked away from Mom, from everything. I didn’t know where I was going, all I knew was that I needed to get out of there.“Don’t worry, poor girl will come back to her senses, she’s just dazed.” Mom laughed, but underneath that laughter held something new.Panic?I guess not.I walked toward the entrance, forgetting the fact that reporters and paparazzi were outside, being blocked from entry by the security guards.“It’s her!”They screamed, cameras flashing. I was supposed to be scared, or seek cover. But now, I felt numb. I carried a pain that wasn’t even

Uncle Sebastien walked in wearing a plain dark T-shirt that hugged his muscles. I found myself staring more than necessary, and I also noticed Mom staring even more.The flushed look on her face disappeared, and what was left was a smile filled with embarrassment and adoration. The thought and sight of it made me want to puke. I had never and could never imagine my mom looking at someone that way, and neither had she ever looked at my father that way either.He waved his hand dismissively at Chef Klein, who instantly obeyed, wheeling the trolley away from the dining hall. Now, it was just the three of us in the dining hall, with Sebastien glancing at me before softly pulling out a seat.“Well… Sebastien,” she slurred slightly. “You would have told me what you wanted for breakfast.”“Hmm…”He responded nonverbally, holding the warm cup of coffee Klein had brought for him earlier.She continued, “You know, my Dorothy is a ballerina, and what she puts in her mouth matters a lot.” She kep