CHAPTER 20: ELSA

I'm up bright and early as I stand in the last place I thought I would be after last night's encounter with Javier. Every action of his just screams to me to run the opposite way, but I never do. He has my stepfather, who is probably dead by now. I don't care about his death. Some part of me only wishes I could have been the one to somehow put an end to his life. The thought gives me an odd satisfaction which just makes me wonder the amount of mental fuckery being here has brought upon me.

I hear approaching footsteps down the hall as Javier leaves his room. When he comes into view, he stops at the door and looks at me in surprise. This seems to be becoming a daily occurrence. He's dressed impeccably as usual, quality navy coloured coat atop his three piece armani suit fitting his tall and muscled form effortlessly.

“Good morning, sir.”

“Morning, Elsa.” He walks past me to grab the fruit bowl I brought upstairs for him and I turn and watch as he stabs a piece of watermelon and dips