Devouring Her Soul

Part 20

"What the hell was that?"

I heard shuffling and footsteps coming up the stairs.

*Fuck what do I do?*

I quickly got up, opened the window as much as I could get it, and jumped into the closet.

As soon as I closed the closet door, the room door flew open, and Andrew's dad stormed in, followed by Andrew and Olivia.

I peeked through the blinds of the door, praying to God he wouldn't see me.

Andrew quickly pointed out the open window.

"It was just a cross breeze."

He picked up the picture frame and set it back on the desk, facing its backside towards the window to sell the lie a bit more.

As he went to close the window, his dad picked up the photo frame and examined it.

He scoffed, waving the picture at Andrew. They're not coming back you know. They both are exactly where they need to be. That's where all useless people go.

Andrew snatched the frame and placed it back on his bedside table.

A shirt fell off the hook, and his father shifted his eyes to the closet, slowly walking towards it.

My breath hitched and I tried to keep myself from hyperventilating. This scene is too familiar. He reminds me of my father. That evil glint in his eyes.

"You're lucky you are of use to me. Your looks, and your talents, you are the face of my company. I'm proud of you son-"

*Please stop, please stop, please stop, please stop. Don't open the closet... Andrew!*

He quickly cut off his father, holding his arm out the door so that they could walk out of the room and back downstairs.

"I don't need your praise. Never did, never will."

His father snickered and walked back out of the room, followed by Olivia, and then Andrew.

Andrew whispered as he shut the door.

"Smart girl."

Olivia spoke up smiling at him.

"Who me? Thank you!"

I laughed in my head, and I'm sure Andrew did the same thing, knowing what he said was for me.

What a snobby girl.

After I was sure they had gone downstairs, I slowly opened the closet door.

I stepped out and walked over to the picture that I had knocked over.

I picked it up and sat down on the bed, looking at it.

There was a beautiful woman and a small boy in it.

The boy looked familiar though. And the more I looked at it, the more it came back to me.

This is Andrew's little brother, and I'm assuming this woman is.. his mother?

Wow, she's beautiful. I remember seeing her once, but she had bruises on her face. She smiled at me when I saw her though. It was like she knew exactly who I was.

I gently set the picture back how it was and grabbed the hoodie that fell on the floor in the closet.

I took off my top and put it on, and I immediately got comfortable. The warmth made me overwhelmingly tired. I pulled off my pants to change into a pair of shorts I had in the drawer, which was a miracle that nobody had opened it.