Strange house we must keep and fill. House that eats, and pleads, and kills.
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CHAPTER THREE.A Father's Wrath
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The sweltering heat left no comfortable pelt on the surviving. Josette's skin, typically alabaster and pearled, had become stained by a harsh coral. Tiny droplets of sweat seeped from her pores, dampening the nape of her neck that caused clumps of ginger to swirl against her flushed skin.
The new air conditioning units that her father had had installed during the cooler months made the summer much more bearable, but it'd cut out over in the evening, leaving a sticky aura throughout the residence.
Charles had berated companies over the telephone, urging for the issue to be fixed immediately. He'd clasped his office door shut as Josette had breezed by. His eyes had fallen on her for a single moment. A smile tugged at the ends of his lips, but it didn't quite meet his steely eyes. It never truly did.
Now, Josette was tugging her hair into a ponytail, eyes coasting over the water's edge, and occasionally toward the groundskeeper—as they do often did. He resides along the outer workings of the patio, his arms left exposed and white t-shirt drenched in pools of sweat, clinging to the moldings of his abdominal muscles.
She spares the man another glance, vying for his attention with pursed lips. She gives her neck another turn, her eyes landing on the speckled space along her thighs where her fingers were free to fumble. She began to tear at the skin along the outer edges of her fingernails, pulling and pulling but making sure it wasn't enough to draw even a trickle of blood.
She'd always been the timorous type, but Mr. Jack Shepard made the feeling much more unbearable.
She just wanted him to look at her. Just once, and she'd be satisfied.
She thought she'd seen it only once before. A trick of her lovesick mind, perhaps. Men like him paid no mind to women like her. Of that fact, she was certain.
But that harsh reality made her stomach queasy, and her heart ache considerably.
All of a sudden, she felt a rush against her backside. The sensation crawled up her spine, littering stipples of goosebumps along the nape of her neck. An excitement floods through her bloodstream. She snaps her neck in his direction, and it was then, that she had finally achieved what she'd been hungering for.
