The next morning, cladded in a pink colored see through underwear, I descended down the stairs, my fingers grazing against the rails as I headed for breakfast.. unlike before, today felt different and promising and I couldn’t help but feel a bit excitement.Rue, had shown up earlier to get me ready and observing her face, I could tell that she seemed to have forgotten about what had happened the previous night or had simply just decided to let it go because at the end of the day, I wasn’t a child and she must have known this.“You look beautiful today.” Her normal routine of compliment escaped her lips and it made me wonder if she was told to do so.The sound of clanking rang in my ears from the dinning area and I knew at once that for once, I wasn’t going to eat alone and there would be someone else with me. I could sight Alistair as he sat there, helping himself to breakfast.He wore a suit and his hair was clearly oiled and combed neatly. Even though the sounds of my footsteps echo
Alistair’s Pov Exiting the car, the sun cast its radiant glow, yet a persistent frown marked my expression. With a bouquet tightly gripped, I walked along the path, Jayden following in my wake. Arriving at a distinct headstone, I tenderly placed the bouquet, taking a moment to crouch down. One knee met the ground, while the other elevated, offering support for my hands as they rested on it. The name etched onto the headstone was unmistakably clear – Claire Levon. The sunlight played upon the letters, casting shadows that seemed to echo the weight of memories held within the engraved name. Among the gravestones in the cemetery, this one stood out distinctly. Its size surpassed the others, adorned with unique designs that set it apart. As I lingered, someone approached, a hand resting on my shoulder with a gentle squeeze, and I instantly recognized it wasn't Jayden. Much like myself, this person shared a common trait, his eyes were a light blue shade. Unlike me, he had red hair. Hold
CHLOE Pov:“Hey.” I greeted as soon as the door was opened after a few knocks and standing right before me, was Kate’s father.He looked at me with a look of surprise on his face, as if he was shocked to see me and although I had deduced that it must be because he never expected my visit, his looks said otherwise.“You are alive.” He said and from his tone, I could tell he was relieved but it only got me wondering what had happened. Did they think I was dead? Why would they do that?Before I had a chance to speak, he pulled me into an embrace and his sweet scent, filled my nostrils. It reminded me of freshly baked cookies and I knew at once that it probably was because he was baking before I interrupted him.Other than being a trained soldier, her father was also a good cook. He knew how to bake and was always ready to prepare both our favorite dishes when we were younger.“It’s good knowing that you are alive.” He said and I could tell he was actually relieved.. relieved for me and i
Jacob stared at me with a smile on his face while I just smiled back before moving out of the way, letting him walk in. As I stood by the side, I watched as the two love beds, played with each other and a certain warmth settled in my heart as I watched the affectionate scene.Watching the two, I could tell that they were truly in love with each other. At least, she was truly in loved with him and that’s for sure but I couldn’t say the same for him but maybe it was simply because I was just being paranoid.I wanted Kate to remain happy. She deserved that much and I didn’t want her to fall back into depression just like we had both done in the past. It would kill her and I wasn’t ready to watch another loved one die all in the name of love.Soon, she walked away to get ready, leaving both her father and him to discuss while I trailed right behind her. As soon as we got to her room, I leaned on the door shutting it, while a questioning look replaced my expression.“C’mon now, spill it.”
Sitting before the dressing, I stared at myself. Rue was working on my hair while I still contemplated on what Alistair had said to me earlier.When I returned, I was relieved to know that I didn’t go past curfew this time and that whatever punishment be had for me, he was going to mete it out on me. Alistair had told Rue to inform me that I was to get ready as I would be heading for a family dinner with him, which came as I surprise.I was taken aback by the new change of plans as I had earlier assumed that we would be heading for a ball and it was then and there that I also realized that I had overlooked something else . It was the fact that’s though I had stayed with him for as long as I could remember, I never bothered to ask if he had a family.“Done.” Rue announced, pulling me out of my thoughts while she flashed a smile at me, clearly impressed . “I know I have said this many times that it had become a routine but you look beautiful. “ She complimented as she stared at me from
Sitting around a large table at the dining area, Alistair’s grandfather would occasionally glance at us with a look of suspicion in his eyes. Maybe he wasn’t buying our false pretense.Nervously, I placed my hand onto Alistair’s and it didn’t go unnoticed by the old man, who smiled at the scene before he looked at me.“Tell me, dear child.” He said and that was when I felt Alistair’s hand beneath mine, move. He. Was moving it away from me and I could tell it had made him somewhat uncomfortable.. not that I was complaining though. “What is your name?”“Chloe.” I replied and he nodded while I managed to take a glance at the lady beside him, who just gave me a straight face. She was hard to read.Though, I could tell that she couldn’t control the anger within her, anytime her face turned towards Alistair’s and it had made me wonder why. What had happened between the two of them? Who was she and why does she hate him so much?“How did you two meet?” The old man asked and this time, it was
The rest of the journey back home, was awkwardly quiet. Neither of us spoke to one another as we were both troubled. Alistair sat beside me with his eyes staring out the car window while a frown settled on his face. His jaw ticked and his brow furrowed in anger while clenching his fist. I stared at him, my heart racing as I thought of what he had done some minutes ago. I was still shocked by the fact that he had gone against his grandfather, whom he seemed so afraid of but it also made me wonder what he had done. Did he really kill someone or was it all just an allegation to put him in the bad light? His clenched fist caught my attention and I could swear that his knuckles were turning white. I hesitantly placed my palms on his fist and with a look of disapproval from him, I immediately withdrew my hand. I swallowed nervously and stared away. Soon, we’ve arrived at the mansion and as soon as the car rolled and parked in the premises, Alistair hastily alighted the vehicle with a dee
I stirred in my bed as the alarm clock that sat on the table, rang in my ears, disrupting that little moment of peace. I knew that my eyes had bags under them and that I was a hot mess. Speaking of hot, the weather had suddenly become a bit warm. Maybe so warm, that it had become slightly uncomfortable for me. Sitting on my bed, I rubbed my eyes before I caught sight of a mockingbird that had perched itself on my window's pane as if adding an ironic touch to the start of the day. It flew off almost immediately but that was just the least of my worries at the moment. I hate to admit it, but I genuinely felt concerned for Alistair. He had been rushed to the hospital last night by his assistant. His condition before he was taken away, broke my heart and it made me wonder what he was going through. He never appeared to me as a man, suffering from a trauma of any kind. Was it related to the girl he had killed? I walked over to the window, opening it to let in some fresh air. Since Alis