𝚸1 𝐎𝐅 𝚨 " 𝐓𝐖𝐎-𝚸𝚨𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒" | 18+
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A voice so tempting triggers the darkest parts of her mind, it makes her think unimaginable things, like the pain she thought she escaped.
His obsession for her deeply and darkly abnormal, the i...
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"Sorry for the unannounced visit again, I just miss you."
We recently arrived at my mother's place and sat in her beautifully polished backyard. The colourful flowers surrounding were reflections off the sun letting all the greenery bloom. I sat soaking in breathable fresh air and the scenery, while the heavy load of what is my life seems far too evident to me.
"Why apologies? It's fine, Reign would you like ah drink? It's fresh juice." I looked to the ground trying to avoid his hard on and off glares.
"Sure I appreciate it." He was sat beside me a little cold. The atmosphere was odd, being in my mom's presence almost seems temperamental.
She nodded turning to me, "perfeita, Amina come help."
Without hesitating I followed her into the house for the open kitchen, she came to a halt stopping me in my tracks. My mother faced me holding my arms tightly and concern crossed her.
She hummed sighing, "Are you okay?"
I flinched a brow aiming to hold my facial exterior together, "Yes?"
My mother is not stupid. She shook her head not buying my failing attempts of being in denial.
"I might sound louco (crazy) but I have a-ah feeling it's not good." She glanced behind me where Reign is seated outside. Her notion reeks. Once she's able to spot signs of guilt it will forever be one of her priorities.
I dodged her eyes moving around to grab cups, "What do you speak of?"
"Maybe I am louco, but ah- is this relationship going good for you?"
My only wish is to share what's going on, but I choose to keep her in the dark than have her murdered because of me. For that reason I will continue to suffer in silence, and pray a day of peace comes.
I kept my head down filling the glasses of juice, "Of course I'm okay, you know I'm very I don't know—," I lost my trail of thought.
I got lost in the stream coming from the jug. Somethings you look back and smile, my mom loved baking and making fresh juice after an intense fight with my dad. Animosity had a home and it was mine during my entire childhood at unspeakable levels.
I put the jug down throwing my head back letting a tear or two fall.
"All I want is the best. Your dad was not good at sharing feelings but we both are proud."
"I worked so hard, I suffered being the perfect daughter only for him to die still not noticing me. He passed and you left me. You can leave and have nothing else to do with him, but I still relate being his daughter with all this built up feelings!"
