You're Mine (GXG) -Completed/Re-Editing-

THIRTEEN

BECKY POV:

" Should I kill him for you?"

Was the only thing that I could hear in my mind over and over again like a broken tape;

It was one thing to be angry at Sonya Roberts, but watching the scene unfold from outside the see through window of his office .. I just couldn't tolerate it. 

Obviously, I was no exception from the 10 million people who have watched the broadcast. I only remember bits of it, since I was probably half drunk when I put it on. I remember it was a lonely evening at the mansion's bar, even quieter without my mother nagging me about my drinking habits..

" Becky Jones . You've picked up the worst habit from your dad !"

She'd say.

Without paying any heed to the video, I started scroling down the comments. Some were genuinely interested in the interview, others .. Well, including me, cared more about the host.

I didn't have to be sober to know it. She has always been ravishing anyways. She made reporting look fancy, just siting there and defying the world with her fortitude. However, the only difference with back then, was that now she had hundereds of people telling her so ..

Only being able to watch her like that, like a shadow from the window, it felt like sh*t. Here I was, in my own company, not being able to stand up for my own person, and acting as if I was a roach hiding from the light ..

I hate roaches.

***

Once at the mansion, I ask the head housemaid to draw me a bath when my dad's lover, Peter, stops me midway.

-" You should go see your mother ". His tone was neutral, yet alarming.

Without another word, I charge upstairs and I almost trip on my way before I break into her room. She was laying on her bed, her whole body was drenched fully onto the king sized bed.

She looked like the sleeping beauty, only in motion. The cold evening breeze from the window was slightly breathing into her white gown. And if it was not for the breathing motion of her belly ..

I was terrified.

I turn my head helplessly, looking for her personal helper. My heart was at my throat when I see her coming back from the bathroom.

I breathe out. " What happened here ?"

- " You don't have to worry miss. Your mother had a fever, fortunately, it subsided down with some medicine. ".

But why does it feel like I don't do enough for the people I love?

-" Has she eaten ?"

She nods.

I steal another glance and my heart twists with a painful pang. Then I remenber my dad,  I remember Annelise, and I remember our family portrait picture .. The one we took when she was born.

Will we ever be okay again ?

Suddenly, I remember someone else I wanted to talk to today.

- " Is Andrew here ?"

She shockes me with her answer.

-" Mister Peter made him check on your mother just now. He must be in his office "

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

Also in the 1st story, in the same hall as mine , only 4 or 5 rooms away, once in front of his door, I knock.