regrets of a dead CEO

6 - revelation

*Picture of Hannah

Hannah's POV

I sigh when I look at the papers on the coffee table. Who knew asking to be the legal guardian of your underaged sister could be so difficult and confusing.

Even though I am only one month away from turning eighteen, it isn't enough for the jury to convince them of my sister and me being able to live on our own.

I need to confirm I can provide for her, that I can hold a steady job, that I am a responsible adult instead of a teen...

I sigh as I stand up, leaving the papers for what it is as I open the refrigerator door to take out some cold soda. 

Because I can't complete the necessary paperwork yet, me and my sister stay in this strange house, with a husband and wife we do not know, acting like our foster parents who secretly do not care for us individuals while we would rather be anywhere but here.

It's exhausting. It makes me homesick.

I miss my home. I miss my mum.

I push down my tears, pushing down the feelings of loss by gulping down some soda as I remind myself I have no right to feel them. 

I am the reason she died. I'm the reason Sarah and I do not have a mother anymore. If I didn't yell at her, she wouldn't have turned around and -.

I repress a silent cry as I close the fridge and turn around, almost colliding with Kevin, my foster father making me drop the soda can.

"I'm sorry, I'll clean this up." I mumble as the soda has spread towards the kitchen floor, walking towards the sink to get a wet cloth just to get away from him. It seems that every time I'm alone, he's somewhere near me. Too near.

I drop on my knees to scrub the fluid of the floor as I look up and see Kevin standing right in front of me with his crutch resting on eye level.

I immediately avert my gaze, hoping I imagined the growing bulge in his pants. It was faint, so I must have imagined it. 

"Yes, I must have." I comfort myself internally. It's just because I'm not used to a male roaming around in the house, without having to be on high alert.

My father wasn't really the loving spouse for my mum, nor father of the year.

"Hannah" I feel Kevin breathing in my neck, he must have bend over when I wasn't paying attention.

"You don't have to be on edge when I'm near you. I will not hurt you, me and Elma are here to help you." He whispers gently while he caresses a stray lock behind my ear causing me to shiver. Even though his words seem kind, I cannot suppress the feeling of danger in my body.

"I am not on edge. I'm just tired; I think I'll go to bed." I lie nervously while I swiftly dodge his body and run towards the exit.

He grabs my wrist tightly, preventing me to walk away from his piercing eyes.

Maybe it's the way his gaze scans my body. Or the fact his eyes always seem to linger just a little too long on my chest, even when I'm only wearing a T-shirt, that causes me to chill my bones. 

But I'm probably hallucinating. He's happily married with Elma as they complete each other in their fucked up behavior.

I slightly understand though. They told us they can't have children, so not being able to suppress their wish for a child, they decided to adopt and foster the unfortunate to fulfill their need.

Their words, not mine.

So Kevin just probably sees me as his daughter, maybe even seeing Elma's features in me as he unconsciously reflects his wish for a kid of his own on me.