The light in my darkness ✅

🌕CHAPTER 30🌑

Caroline's point of view

After chilling with Matilda, watching 'Bring it on' all over again and tucking her in bed, it was almost midnight. I had prepared a light dinner of sandwich bread, which consists of nothing much but fried Frankfurters, lettuce and tomatoes. So little food was inside such a big house, such little that I knew how to prepare. I had noticed a few new stuff, some still in the bags in the cupboard but they were all turkey.
His grandmother must have bought those, there is no way that a man can eat such little food and look like that.

I'll be damned

I sipped a glass of expensive wine and got back to the hall. Sipping the wine; a wine name that I can't even pronounce properly, and stroll the hall. Trailing finger tips along the railings.

It's such a unique place

I would definitely live here in this culture. Even the air smells better than home. The place remains salient, 'weird' Akım must have closed herself in. Maybe I should check on his grandmother.

What was her name again?

Nergis?

Yes. Nergis.

How the hell did Aziz got himself with their family? It's like it runs in his blood line. Even his first name sounds like turkey. It's sounds like some tradition.

No. I will not disturb her at this time, she barely knows me

I roll my eyes and touch and feel myself around the room, the furnitures, finally deciding on one, I sat down, facing the door.

Realization hits me like cold water.

I've been buying time, waiting up forTalat

I check the big clock across the hall;thirteen pass twelve. If I was home I would be in bed by now, awaiting school tomorrow.

Shit, I'm going to have such a doom ish future

When was the last time school saw my face? Plus I have graduation  coming up, that's if I get to go. I could easily drop out of school and start working, and then I send myself back to school to further my studies, if I still want to pursue one of the many things I want be.

Lawyer. How the hell could I be a lawyer when I killed someone?

Photographer. I guess I could settle for that and see where it goes. My passion for that have been much stronger, so it wouldn't be that bad to change that would it?

I could talk to Talat tomorrow and see where I go from here. I could finally leave the house and Matilda could see dad. I could collect my old camera and get my dream going again, since Pauline isn't there to stop me

With those thoughts I rose from the sofa, with that glass in hand. The door open and my heart slam.

A pericing Alarm turn on.

"Fucking coward. Who ever turned this thing on is A fucking coward!" The alarm stopped. He still haven't turn as he fumbled and closed the door. He turn around and saw me.

"Oh, you are still up sweetheart."

My skin crawled. He is drunk.

Memories of a fat body...

I shook my head, and squeeze the glass, my knuckles whiten. I thought the glass would crack.

That drunk man was not Talat. That puppet was a puppet of Pauline.

Talat is different

"No!" He half shout.

No?