Sorrow | 18+

38 Pancakes

A song to listen to: 

Bury me deep inside by HIM

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Zero

When you tell the love of your life that you still loved her, you do hope for a different reaction than fear, shock. But no, that was the expression on her face after I uttered my words out, like her brain had stopped functioning for a moment. I fucking watched in agony how she whipped her child out of the car and rushed inside of the mansion. She was running away from me and my instinct was to chase after her but somehow I knew that would not end well.

I leaned on my car, feeling my clothes getting damp. She didn't even glance behind her. Fuck, my urges were screaming to go pick her up on my shoulder and make her talk to me. I shouldn't so I stayed rooted to my spot. The leather jacket was itchy and I looked at the message that had been pinged on my phone a few minutes ago.

"I didn't want to disturb your time with honey, but were you wearing my fucking jacket?" was Remi's text saying. It was his and I truly regretted wearing it as I didn't want to know when and where it was last used or was it even washed afterwards. But riding a bike with a suit jacket was not an option and when my dear brother informed me Vivienne had dropped to the family dinner, the leather jacket was the closest to grab.

I stood in the rain, breathing and hoping it would wash away the dirt and feelings of mine. She had thought I did not care for her. The anger in her eyes had poured to my soul, the hurt that I had inflicted on her twisting the strings of my heart.

A bait. She wanted to bait the Laurents with her own presence. It could work and it had worked years ago so well that Robert Laurent's blood had splashed on her face. I remembered how she had looked at me when Cel confessed I had used her like a piece of chess. How she had passed out and I was too far away to catch her. She had forgiven me then. Now she was the king of the chess board and not to be used, but to be protected. So I would chain her to her bed, lock the door and keep her away from any threats if that would be necessary to protect her.

I dropped Remi's jacket on the entrance's floor. The house was quiet, lights were off. She was most likely hiding in her room. I crossed the house until I got to the backyard. The grass was wet, mushy under my shoes. In quick steps I reached our shed.

It smelled inside as I descended the stairs. Blood, sweat, urine. Desperation. Not death, which meant Celly had been merciful. Or interrupted. The tortured man was chained to the floor, his body rested and shivered on the concrete floor in a puddle of pink water. Cel had apparently doused him with water, trying to clean up the place a bit but the water simply absorbed the dirt and smell, leaving it rot in the room. The man heard my arrival and his head whipped up, his body straightening immediately in fear. A clear relief took over his features as his eyes saw on me. Or only one eye. The other was missing, a reddish hole left in the place where the eyeball should be.

His clothes were shredded, barely covering his body and keeping him warm. The dried blond hair was missing pieces. Celeste was creative, she never tortured anyone the same way. She had her preferences but she wanted to dig through the person. A sigh left my breath.

"Are you ready to give us some information?" I asked with annoyance creeping to my voice. The man didn't speak a word. He was analysing me, if I was a bigger threat than Cel. I inched closer to him, my shoes almost dipping to his puddle of despair.

"If you answer me now, she will not come back", I offered, baiting him. The man gulped, a hope creeping to his eyes as he looked up on me. Ceci was the butcher, but I was the judge. "Who is in charge of the Laurent family currently?"