𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 & 𝐂𝐥𝐲𝐝𝐞〚BRAHMS HEELSHIRE〛✅

𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓔𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓘𝓷 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮

𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 38

"This better be a game. Or I won't be happy at all!" Evelyn's frustration was palpable as she muttered under her breath, desperately hoping that this was all just a game. She knew that only Brahms could hear her, but his lack of response only fuelled her discontent. Despite her displeasure, he continued to carry her up the stairs, with Greta trailing closely behind.

As they ascended, Brahms tightened his grip around Evelyn's waist, a silent reassurance that he was there for her. Unfazed, Evelyn maintained eye contact with Greta, her gaze filled with anger and resentment towards the nanny. Greta, however, remained composed, refusing to let Evelyn's harsh words and actions affect her. Upon reaching Brahms's old bedroom, Evelyn's agitation resurfaced. She unleashed her fury on Brahms, striking him relentlessly, threatening him with a chilling promise to stab him if he dared to confine her to that room. "You put me in that room for even a second! I'll stab you! I will!" Brahms hesitated, torn between his duty and Evelyn's wrath.

Meanwhile, Greta entered the room, observing the unfolding scene with a watchful eye. In the midst of the chaos, Greta's attention was drawn to a hidden slip of paper tucked behind a toy car at the far end of the room. Curiosity piqued, she reached out and discovered an old photograph of a young Evelyn in the very same room. The child in the picture wore a solemn expression, her face marked with red bruises, standing between Mrs. Heelshire and Mrs. Houston. The photograph seemed to have been taken unexpectedly, capturing the two women off guard while Evelyn's gaze remained fixed on the floor.

At that moment, Greta couldn't help but wonder why Evelyn had always avoided this room. The discovery of the photograph hinted at a dark secret, a painful memory that had been concealed for far too long. Taking the picture from the context, it was easy that this room for Evelyn was a place where the two women she hated could maltreat her without being caught.

"Get her in or kick her out." Greta's voice broke the silence, her words carrying a sense of urgency. Brahms stole a glance at her, his expression filled with anger at her proposal. However, deep down, he realized that having Evelyn by his side was better than losing her completely. "Evie..." he began, only to be interrupted by Evelyn's sharp retort. "Fuck you!" Her words cut through the tension, and she squeezed her eyes shut, as if trying to block out the reality of the situation, her grip tightening on his cardigan.

Takes a minute of silence before he steps inside the room. He and Greta heard how Evelyn took a harsh breath and didn't move an inch as she lay against Brahms's shoulder like a dead body. Brahms stops at the side of his bed, his back turned to Greta, a pouting child. Now, not wanting to play along as he felt how nervous Evelyn was.

"Get in bed." Greta's voice took on a stern tone as she imitated Mrs. Heelshire's commanding presence. Brahms reluctantly obeyed, sitting down on the bed, causing it to sag under his weight. With great care, he placed Evelyn beside him, their shoulders touching as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "Under the covers," Greta's voice cracked, revealing a hint of the fear she was trying to hide. Brahms glanced up at her, while Evelyn let out a scoff, clearly annoyed with everything that had transpired.

"Under the covers," Greta repeated, her voice now loud and firm. Brahms pulled the covers up, climbing under them. He positioned Evelyn next to him on the bed, but she hissed like an enraged cat, clearly resistant to the idea. Undeterred, Greta leaned down, tucking the blankets snugly around them. "You don't get a story tonight," Greta declared, her words carrying a sense of finality. "That's your punishment."

As Greta prepares to depart, Evelyn's eyes finally flutter open, a glimmer of mischief in her gaze. Greta's heart races as Evelyn's mischievous expression turns into a sinister grin. The glimmer in Evelyn's eyes now holds a dark intensity that sends shivers down Greta's spine. The room suddenly feels suffocating, as if the air has thickened with an unspoken threat. "Kisses?" Greta's insides turn to ice as she hesitates, but Evelyn's smile only grows wider. "You have to follow the rule... nanny~"

Brahms, usually a silent observer, watches the unfolding scene with a mix of curiosity and concern. His innocent face contorts into a frown as he witnesses Evelyn's manipulation. He knows something is not right, but he remains powerless to intervene. He remains silent until Evelyn glares at him, prompting him to chime in, "Yes. Kisses."

Greta's hesitation is palpable, her mind racing to find a way out of this dangerous situation. She knows she must play along, at least for now, to protect herself and ensure her own survival. With a forced smile, she leans in closer to Brahms, her hand discreetly inching towards the screwdriver hidden behind her back.

As Greta's lips are mere inches away from Brahms's forehead, Evelyn's grip on her hair tightens, causing a sharp pain to shoot through her scalp. Greta winces, her eyes watering from the agony, but she refuses to let go of the screwdriver. At that moment, she realizes that Evelyn's true intentions are far more sinister than she could have ever imagined. She had revealed the weapon in her grasp.

Evelyn's voice drips with malice as she taunts Greta, relishing her power over the nanny. "Did you really think you could outsmart me, Greta? Did you honestly believe you could escape my grasp?" Her words are laced with a chilling certainty, leaving no room for doubt. Greta swiftly retrieves the screwdriver from her pants, forcefully driving it into Evelyn's shoulder. A piercing scream escapes Evelyn's lips, accompanied by a vehement exclamation of "ARGH!" Brahms, filled with concern and outrage, echoes her cries. Staggering backwards, Greta leans against the wall, while Evelyn glares at her with intense fury, demanding, "Get her!"

In an instant, Brahms springs to his feet, charging towards the nanny without a moment's hesitation. Just as Greta manages to rise, Brahms seizes her by the neck with his massive hands, gripping tightly as he lifts her off the ground. She struggles to breathe, tears streaming down her face as she futilely attempts to scratch him. But his strength proves insurmountable.

Greta's strength wanes, her eyes fluttering and her arm growing weaker. It becomes a battle of wills, a test of endurance. "I want her alive," Evelyn's words resonate, causing Brahms to release his grip. He watches as Greta collapses onto the floor, gasping for air and losing consciousness. Her eyes fail to keep pace as she fades away.