𝐃𝐞𝐣𝐚 𝐕𝐮

𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫| 𝟏𝟕

The next few weeks went by in a flash. It was now the beginning of winter, Octavia's favorite season.

Ma loved winter too, for it brings warmth into the house and everyone are close together.

After her death winter was a normal period and father only celebrated Christmas in the memory of her. During the day he would be with us faking the whole family act then at night hes in his office drunk as a beaver.

Mum had a brother who lived in Barcelona and father's only sibling was Ajaxs dad. Every Christmas abuela would fly over from barcelona with tio Pedro.
However this year with Octavia, I have a feeling Pedro wife and kids would want to come too.

I came back from work at 6pm expecting to find Octavia huddled near the fireplace. Instead I hear noises from upstairs specially coming from my side of the corridor.

I quietly dart up the stairs bringing my gun out from my waistband. Unlocking the safety, I walk towards my room door pushing it open.

Ready to aim at whoever it was, I see Octavia on her knees plugging something in. She looks at the gun pointed at her and screams falling on her arm.

"Jesus don't face a gun at me idiot." She says going back go whatever she was doing.

"What is that?" I ask while changing out of my work clothes. Today was a drag so many arrangements and cases needing busting.

"I told the workers to install these heaters in your room because its far to cold and you will die but they refused to go in so I was going to do it before your back." She says really fast getting up to leave my room.

I reach for her hand and pull her. She stumbles onto my chest pushing away. "Where do you think you're going?" She has been ignoring me since we came back from Jordan.

I haven't heard her ramble in a long time until now and honestly I missed it. "Away from you asshole." She yanks her hand out of mine and walks out slamming my door. Abit dramatic i'd say.

People say opposites attract but for some reason i felt like our suffering is what keeps us coming back to each other. She can run from me all she wants but she will always circle back.

Taking a shower before dinner, I chuck on a white hoodie and tracksuit bottoms. I leave my hair wet because blowdrying would just mess it.

Octavia was already seated on the table waiting for me to come so we can eat. Once I'm seated food is served and we eat in silence. She looks at me here and there but doesnt stare long enough for me to make eye contact.

I gain i patient from her not speaking, "Why give me silent treatment?" I ask her. It's unusual for her not to be speaking. She talks all the time.

"Don't feel like talking." She doesnt even lift her head up and cuts her mushrooms. Playing with her food, I see her cut up the meat pieces. She never likes big pieces it has to be in small chunks for her I've realised.

"Did I do something?" I was blind to why she suddenly distanced me. After all I did just save her from her so called mum and I'm now showing interest in her. Why can't she be happy for once?

"No I just said I dont feel like talking." Her voice is loud due to her getting frustrated by the hardness of her meat.

I cut my meat into slim slices and swap mine with hers. "You always talk and annoy me. Are you backing out amor?" She stuffs a piece in her mouth and daggers her eyes at me.

"I can't back out of this marriage. No man will want me after then." She swallows her food and downs it with orange juice. "I'm the only man who will ever have you. You're too far in, there's no way you can back out little jewel." She started this with me and now I'm hooked.