*A day before the murder*
I said some pretty big words back then, but I have no idea how to get back at him. I mean, I do have some ideas, but for me, they are a bit bloody. But it's been enough of confronting him, threatening, and warning. It's probably time to start getting blood on my hands. I sound like a vengeful person, but I've reached a point where I feel like taking matters into my own hands is the only way to make him understand the pain he's caused.
Oh well. I didn't even get time to think about what I would do. I am too busy packing for the move to the new house. And my god, was this house a whole palace? It was big and grand, with spacious rooms and elegant decor. It has everything. Theater, bar, swimming pool, and even a tennis court. But deep down, I know that starting fresh in a new home is exactly what I need to heal from the pain and find peace within myself.
I have a feeling I won't spend enough time here. I don't know why. The worst part about this is that this time we have to clean the house ourselves. I mean, this mansion is massive. Father hasn't hired servants yet after the leak about our internal affairs last time, so this time he's making the screening process harder as he wants to ensure that only the best of them work here. Our butler is still Mr.Mike. But he's on vacation, so we have to do everything ourselves this time.
It's hard, but it does make me grateful to have him. However, this work is harder because none of my five siblings and dad have an interest in helping me or Mom. Despite the challenging circumstances, I find solace in knowing that our butler, Mr. Mike, will return from vacation soon to alleviate some of the burden. However, until then, it's disheartening that neither my siblings nor my dad show any willingness to lend a hand to my mom and me during this arduous task. It's frustrating how these adults don't have the slightest empathy. It's pathetic.
Although it's Saturday and I don't have a lot to do, it's still tiring. Mom and I had to clean the whole house and unpack by ourselves. They just took their stuff to their room and locked the damn doors. It's disappointing to see the lack of consideration from my siblings, especially during a time when we could all use some support. Everyone needs to contribute and help out, rather than leaving the responsibility solely on my mom and me. Why don't they ever change?
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Secrets of the Solomons
Mystery / ThrillerFiona is the perfect child in the perfect family. When did things go so wrong that she had to try killing her father? What secrets are her family hiding? Is she the only messed-up Solomon? When will they find peace with their cursed family? Will she...
