𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓮

where things went wrong

He exited the room as I followed close behind. His steps were calculated & cautious. Whenever I had seen him, he was well prepared & dressed. Today he wore another black pants & suit with his black tie, sleeves rolled upwards exposing his huge veiny hands. I flexed my fist open & slightly aligned it with his moving body in attempts of comparing how big his hand actually is. Like it seemed to me it was actually two times bigger. Is that even possible? Nevermind.

But God clearly had plans to embarrass me. Just when I was about to satisfy my curiosity. He turned to face me so swiftly that I failed to notice but also since I was busy watching my hands & his. I walked into his firm muscled chest & it actually hit my head hard. I tumbled into his arms. I was utterly out of words & breathe for an instance only. I gained my composure pushing myself off of him. When my eyes landed on his face, he smirked. Oh God, he saw me doing what I was doing. Oh no Lord please. May the earth swallow me or the heavens suck me into the air. 

My cheeks burned from mortification, they were all red & I seemed like a bursting tomato. His face displayed his signature smirk until it was gone in a few. As if he wasn't ready to enjoy himself in this life at least. 

When the event of sacrifice of my dignity was done with we walked into a room of portraits. Dusty & gloomy but they did not have any cobwebs. It was enough to observe someone frequented in this room to stir ones memories that are long forgotten. The room was equally luxurious as the rest of this mansion is but this room in particular seemed like it was only greatly valued because the people keeping them had a hard time doing so. These portraits did not line the walls of the mansion instead they were placed inside a room draped by suitable white sheets as to not let the work of art go away. 

Two familiar faces were only slightly left uncovered maybe because the sheets had slid over them leaving it unprotected. I moved towards that portrait & when I was sure of who I saw was painted. I delicately dragged the sheet off despite the painful itch & cough in my throat from all the dust polluting the air I was breathing.  

Mamma & papa. 

My parents died in a car crash many years back when I was only a year old & elen was a new born. The painting was of mamma holding me in her arms. Her eyes so full of motherly love & my dad sitting proudly beside her carrying Elen in his strong arms. He wasn't showing much of his emotions but I could detect his little, almost nonexistent smile that he remained unable to hide. I have never seen this picture. When we had grown up We only had a few pictures of mamma papa, mostly mamma because didn't enjoy taking pictures much as per my Aunt's words. She was the one to tell us all about my parents. But why did he, the devil have any of my family's pictures? I wiped the tears off my face harshly & directed my angry puffy eyes at him. He had his back towards me. Watching the mesmerizing face of a young lady. I walked to him & saw a pained expression which he quickly dismissed & brought back his cold self on the surface. 

Neither the lady nor his pain was my concern. I slammed my fists on his chest & continued to do so but he remained unmoving. He wasn't least affected by my actions. I was nothing against him  & his eyes agreed. He saw me as nothing but the dirt under his feet. After I had no more energy to continue to bash him. I took a moment to gather myself. And then stood before him wiping off traces of my weakness. Then I leveled my head so he could see it in my eyes that I wasn't scared of him. I wasn't scared of death either. And I swear this time I was sure I saw pride in his eyes. Unknown as to why but i'll take care of that later. First I needed my answers.                                          --------------------------------------------------------------------------‐----
THERE WILL BE ANSWERS IN THE NEXT ONE! At least that's what I think hehehehe *laughs sheepishly