Love Me Till I Die...

Love Me Till I Die... [chapter four]

Hey everyone!!! Here is chapter 4 of my story. I hope you like it. Please, please, please, comment, vote and fan. It wil mean so much.

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~LouiseB

Chapter 4

Blake

I could feel her eyes on me as I climbed into my blue sports car. I closed the door and started the engine. Adjusting the mirrors, I could see Oriana standing outside watching me. I revved the engine and zoomed out of the parking lot, all the while her eyes still on me. Turning right at the gate, I looked back and saw her still watching me. I laughed to myself and sped along the empty main road, towards my house.  

I arrived at home 20 minutes later. I climbed out of my car and looked at my huge country house mansion. The house towered towards the sky. The dark brick work looked intimidating and the windows looked like eyes, watching me closely. The feeling unnerved me, so I locked the car and ran up the huge stone steps.

“Is that you son?” My dad called from upstairs. I closed the front door behind me and placed my keys on a hook next to the door. “Yeah dad it’s me” I called back up the stairs. There was a quick shuffle of feet and the sounds of two voices murmuring to each other. I peered up the large stair case and looked through the crack in my dad’s bedroom door. Shadows of two people were throwing pieces of fabric too each other and pulling them on. A young pretty woman emerged from the room. It was Alice our new house keeper. She walked down the stairs. Her pale face was flushed red and her long blonde hair was messy and static. She was wearing a short black pencil skirt that hung above her knee showing of her thighs. Her top was bright red, tight and showing too much cleavage for work. Her blue eyes were twinkling and a stupid smile was plastered on her face. She was only in her early twenties and was eyeing me closely. “Alice” I said giving a small nod. She giggled and walked up to me close.

“Hello Blake” she whispered seductively. I took a step back and she took hold of my t-shirt. I brushed her hands away and she sighed. “I’ll see you tomorrow then” she said and kissed me slightly on the cheek. I pushed her away and she walked out of the door, stopping to wink at me before she left.

“I didn’t expect you home so soon” my dad said. I turned around and he was standing on the bottom step, his eyes cold and shining in the light. He was looking flustered. His chest was bear and his jeans were hanging low on his hips. “I finished school early. Classes were cancelled” I stated. “What was going on?” I asked. He took a step towards me, while trying to flatten down his grey hair that looked like a crow’s nest. “I think you know what was going on son. Let’s not tell your mum. Hey? Just keep it between us?” He asked his eyes looking straight through me to my soul.

“WHAT ARE YOU THINKING DAD!?!” I yelled at him “You’re MARRIED to MY mum” I stated angrily. “Why her? Why a sluty twenty year old when you have a wife and son?” I asked.

“Calm down son. Please?” he asked putting his hands up in surrender. I moved towards him. “Dad your 58. She’s in her twenties. You’re happily married. She’s only looking for a bit of fun” I said more calmly. He dropped his hands and looked at me helplessly. “I am happily married to your mum. It’s just...well...you know...” he trailed off. I knew what he was saying and I didn’t want to hear his excuses. “I’m not going to tell mum” he sighed with relief and smiled at me. “You are” I said coldly, glaring at him. He drew in a sharp breath and his smile faded. I stepped round him and walked up to my room, taking the stairs two at a time, before he could argue with me further.

I turned left and walked down the corridor that looped around the banister and created a doughnut shaped ring. I opened the door to my room and slammed it shut behind me. “ARRRRR” I yelled as I threw my bag with all my power across the room. It flew into my desk and knocked a picture on to the floor. I sighed and walked over to the picture and picked it up. It was an old family photo of mum, dad and I on holiday when I was 10. We went to Paris and the Eiffel tower was standing behind us. I smiled at the memory but anger flared through me. I pulled my desk door open and shoved the photo under papers and slammed the door shut. I turned towards my clock and noticed I was picking Oriana up in 30 minutes. “Crap” I whispered.