Blue Mansion : Deadly & Obsessive

04 : Rue

Knock. Knock.

The knocking on the door was soft at the first. Before it came again, with a hint of frustration.

I have always been afraid of the unknown. Things can't be seen, or explained? Well, I want nothing from it.

Which applies the same when I've locked myself in the room I'll be occupying during my time in this 'humble home' of Petrov's. And with knocks on my door, shielding from knowing whoever it is on the other side, I wrestled with my internal thoughts to either feign asleep. Or just deal with it.

Basing on the force on the knock. I knew it could not be mother. The weight on the knock was much heavier. Like a man's. And there could only be possibly one man who's able to intimate me this way.

"Rue." His gruff tone which I'd anticipated called from the other side. My back stilled at the sound, fearing how close he was. "It's me, Petrov." Well, no shit.

Like a newborn fawn, with trembling legs, I willed myself towards the door. Hoping I could welcome him through a considerate amount of space between the door and it's frame.

But I did otherwise. I didn't want to aggravate the man, nor did I want to show how vulnerable I was towards him. So I swung the door wide open. And if he decides that I was obstinate from the way I greet him, at least if he decides to murder me then, I could scream my lungs out for help or bloody murder.

He stares at me for a good second. I took a step back, allowing him to take in the space of the room. The entry frame was far too small for his built, yet he didn't voiced out his discomfort as he bent a little and shifted his shoulders before entering.

"Your mother misses you." He states flatly. His cold tone sends a cutting edge, temping to break down and cry. Probably I'll even beg him to ship me off, and I'll never step foot to Russia again.

"I don't get what you mean." I taunted, pretending I didn't understood his worries.

"She's heartbroken. If that's not enough for you." He states fiercely, finally turning towards me. His eyes narrowed into slits, assessing me from my head to toe. "If she hadn't begged me to release you, I would have buried you deep six feet. Your resemblance, and blood shared with your biological father devastates her. And it angers me, whenever she is sad, Rue. So, take this as a lesson and embedded it into your head." His threatening tone didn't faze me. Although not as much as I'd thought he would.

"Just send me back. I'll never return, again." This was what I'd wanted. And knowing Petrov's honest opinion on me, I felt better. At least, since he wasn't playing pretend to like me just cause of mother.

And his mention of my biological father? That did nothing to me. Cause I never knew him. At least I didn't know of his existence till mother came and decided to surprise me. I wanted nothing from him, or her. Or anyone.

I'd just want to head back home, and snuggle in the warmth of mother as we watched reruns of 'Hell's Kitchen'.

"Do not disrespect your mother's love for you, Rue." He thunders toward me, causing my heartrate to sped up. "She had gone great lengths to make sure you are home. And if you're not going to appreciate what she's done. Then do it, and make sure that she's the one kicking you out, Rue. I will not have anyone who disrespects my life, live under the same roof. But if you're adamant to be lesser than grateful towards her, then you don't deserve to be in her life."

"But I never asked for this. And if you didn't like me, then why allow her to invite me over?" I could already tell how much Petrov didn't like me. And it probably began before my arrival.

"I love my wife. And I'll do whatever it takes to make sure she's happy. I can't control a human's emotion. And if you're headstrong in going against my wife, fine – but don't expect anything from me. I'll side with her, always." He says finally. Side steps away from me and head towards the door.