Ever since 19 year old Vera's dad died her mother changed. She's become violent towards Vera and is never home.
Even after everything she's going through she still has a good heart and sees the good in people and the world.
Vera needs someone's he...
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"I thought you wouldn't come, that maybe you didn't love." My heart broke hearing her shaky voice and words.
"Vera, you are my everything, and I could never stop loving you. Without you, I couldn't survive. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I didn't get to you sooner, and not protecting you from him." As I talked, tears started to run from my eyes.
"We will overcome this; it's not your fault. We have each other, therefore I know we will. All we require is that. I'm fine as long as I have you. Please don't ever leave me, Holden. I love you. I'd rather not lose you once more." She sobbed uncontrollably and buried her face in my chest.
She eventually fell asleep, never letting go of my hand. For fear of her disappearing once more, I lay with her.
Plane landed and arrived back at the estate.
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I am aware that Holden is looking for Jake and will kill him by torture. I also realize that I should feel guilty for him and that killing people isn't normal.
But, yet I don't. He is entitled to what he has earned. He was aware of the consequences, yet was unfazed.
Holden locked the door when he carried me inside our bedroom. Mary, the housekeeper, was also requested to prepare me something to eat that wouldn't disturb my stomach.
He placed me on the bed and questioned, "Do you need anything? Do you want to change? Shower?"
"Can I please borrow one of your shirts, and could you assist me in the bathroom?" I answered.
To help me unwind, he ran me a bubble bath and lit some candles. When it was ready, he helped me in getting undressed and into the bath.
While he washed my hair, no one spoke and closed my eyes. I felt my level of calm increase as I feel him work the shampoo through my hair.
"Do you want me to wash you, or would you want to do it yourself?" He inquired after he had rinsed the shampoo and conditioner out of my hair.
"Can you do it? I'm exhausted." He nodded in response to what I said.
