Unspoken Truth

Tragedy

               5 years later

It was the eve of the twins' birthday, the mansion was a pure rush, everything so that during the midnight, the boys would be received by party, surprises and birthday screams, but in the place of happiness, it would give way to dread, suffering, screams of agony and reaped life.

In the Barnett mansion, young Grell was being groomed by some maids who tried at all costs to tighten the baby blue corset, after the suffering that was to leave her waist as she wanted, she finally got under the beautiful blue-colored dress with some red flower embroidery on the sleeve. Almost ready, she was received by her mother, who held the brush in her hand and then began to comb her long red hair.

—To be beautiful, too beautiful!—Angelina said hugging her daughter from behind and looking at them both in the mirror making her daughter smile.

—As you grew up, you are so proud of me.— said the mother.

—Mom, I have a bad feeling.— Grellie said.

—But why, why?—Angelina asked slightly frightened, she knew very well about the facts of her daughter seeing and predicting things.

—I feel that something very bad is going to happen.— the girl said, slightly trembling.

—Things on your mind.— the older woman said, and the girl rolled her eyes as she sat on the chair in front of the dressing table mirror.

—If you behave, you're already a woman, I'm looking for your suitor, try to behave yourself, if a handsome boy appears, don't waste it.—Angelina said, combing her daughter's hair, making her blush with the comment.

—Yes mom.

         Ready, the two set off towards the Phantomhive mansion, when it was close, the two noticed the mansion on fire. Mother and daughter got out of the carriage and frightened they approached a little and saw that mansion become a ruin. Angelina's feelings, became embarrassed and confused, she believed that the divine was part of her, she did not know whether to smile or cry. But she knew that she must tell her daughter something, to expose the truth that she hid so much.

         Grellie was right about her hunch, but she felt something much worse, emanating from her mother. The girl who was born fatherless, believed that she was Burnett's daughter, but she suspected deep down that he was not her father, sometimes she wondered if she really was that man's daughter, or if that man was just like her, or if he was alive, he would help her deal with it. But she felt, that she was no ordinary girl.

            The other guests and family members came and were faced with the tragedy, the crying and sadness spread through the place, and to put out that fire it took hours. Since that tragic day, her mother remained silent and said nothing, nothing talked, not even a simple "good night" left her lips, nor leave that room. Grellie knew she had something wrong, and she would feel that she would find out soon enough.

            It was a rainy morning, Grellie and Angelina together with the rest of the family members attended the Phantomhive couple's funeral, and it was in that cry immersed in complete sadness and in the aura of death, that both said goodbye to the couple. In agony, the girl asked her mother to return home, as she could not stand the heavy environment with the strong presence of death. Obeying their daughter's request, the two returned to the mansion, arriving at the house during lunch. And it was during lunch that the girl's presentiment increased even more, when her mother, who was always silent, decided to speak up.

—Grellie, I have to talk to you.— That said, she finished eating and left for the late Barnett's office.

         The girl finished drink her coffee, and went to the office where her mother was looking out the window. Grell caught the attention of the older woman who turned around, and still saying nothing, Angelina picked up a notebook and sat down.

—What I'm going to say can scare you or make you nervous, sit down.—Madame Red ordered, and her daughter did as she was told.

— When I was young, just like you, I met a boy. He was handsome and charming, only ... he was a scam. He had a relationship with me, but he never came out, but the truth was that... He used me.—Angelina said slowly, letting some bitter and painful tears run down her eyes.

—Mom ...— Grellie called in distress.

—This man made me pregnant... with you. —The older woman said, fixing her hair, putting a lock behind her ear and wiping away her tears.

—You're not talking about Dad, are you?—Grellie asked, afraid of the controversial story, after all, she always heard that her father was a kind and good-hearted man.

—Not my daughter, I don't mean Mr. Burnett. Mr. Burnett, he is not your real father.—Angelina said, and Grellie shivered slightly in fear.

—The man I refer to, is a cunning and perverse man, who despite all that, gave me something good, which was you.—Madame Red said touching her daughter's white face.

—Mom, you're scaring me, who is this man?—Grellie asked, tearing up in fear.

—He isn't more between us.—Angelina whispered, her voice choked with tears.

—He's not an ordinary person, he messes with death and the devil.—Angelina continued whispering and Grellie let the tears of fear roll down her face.

—This man is death himself, when I discovered this, I almost went crazy.—said the older woman, holding her own head, remembering the day when she discovered the secret.

—You mean, that I am death?—Am I the devil's daughter, mother? "Asked Grellie, tearful, her voice choked with tears, and the woman ran to her daughter, hugging her tightly and saying" no "several times.

—Listen to me, you are not that. You are my angel, my love of my life, my strength. I just want you to know the truth, that's all. —Angelina said wiping those bright green eyes, whose, from whom she inherited.

—Mom, who is this person?—The girl asked him again.

—Vincent." Vincent Phantomhive, your aunt's husband. You are a Phantomhive.—said Madame Red, and Grellie froze in alarm. She was the daughter of the man she feared, and worst of all, she was a terrifying and manipulative man. She felt disgusted with herself, abruptly left her mother's arms, leaving her alone crying copiously and locked herself in the room.

          Her mind was clouded and surrounded, in her head, she saw memories of this man, of the fire consuming him, of the shadows accompanying him, of the charged Golden, dense and dark. It all made sense. With so many flashes of memories and her dense energy, Grellie passed out.