Btw I have no idea why it's showing a f*ckload of the same pictures above; I only attach one picture and a video so I apologise if it bothers anyone, or maybe it's just me :/
___________________________Chapter 3
"Hey, little sis, I miss you already." Came the deep, warm timbre of Edwin through the receiver.
I smiled, my eyes pricking with tears "I miss you too, but why did you not call sooner?" He sighed heavily. "Me and John have been trying to placate Maria, she's going crazy now that she knows you're not here. We probably should have told her."
Maria was the nanny that our parents had used to replace them and we had known her for many years. She was practically a mother to me.
"No." I interjected "I feel terrible about it as it is, I don't need her to be another who knows." He was quiet. I could picture his pale blue eyes, so like mine and John's-and subsequently, our Fathers, staring at the ground with an intensity that would scare anyone.
"Lis, it wasn't your fault, there's no way you should bad about this. Violated, betrayed and disgusted, yes, but not guilt." I shook my head, even though he couldn't see it.
"If Emilie knew, Edwin, she'd hate me." I sensed his deep frown, creasing his handsome face. "Why would she hate you Lis? She'd be just as furious as John and I."
I fought the urge to scoff, my hand clenching the phone as I sat down on the sofa, feeling my body sink into the softness of the cushions. "She wouldn't Ed, she'd hate me because her fiancé wants her sister. She'd lash out at me and not him because she worships the ground he walks on." I knew my voice was dripping with anger. I had always been angry that my sister had treated me like this, normally that would warrant a semblance for revenge but I was too loyal to my family.
I had always been told that that was my strength and weakness.
"Dad wanted to know where you were." Edwin said after digesting my words, recognising the truth behind them, he and John had had to stop her sly ways when I was a teenager, her main goal to ruin me in someway for reasons I didn't know.
"Probably only to know that I hadn't eloped or ran off with his bank card." I quipped. Edwin laughed "You're likely right about that, he didn't seem to care much, like it was just something that needed to be said with your absence." I heard a faint voice in the background call his name "Is that John?" I asked.
"Yeah, I'm gonna pass it to him now, he seems to have news about your car for you. I'll talk to you soon, love you." He handed the phone to John after I replied back, saying that I loved him too. "Beth Bear?" John chuckled. I smiled, throwing my hand over my eyes.
"Hey, bro." I laughed.
"I've got the details of your car all sorted out. Purchased it from a nearby place called Marts like I mentioned to you before you left. It's a small, in-good-condition Fiat Panda that's good in snow and ice." He paused "It wasn't that expensive so don't interrogate me and whine like you usually do, love." He chuckled again. He knew me well.
"How's your day been?" That question opened the floodgates. He told me about his work as the CEO of a sister company to our Fathers. Then he talked about his friends and the stag party he was going to tonight. I told him about my new friend and the promise of a bonfire tomorrow for the solstice, in turn he warned me to be careful and have fun before he said goodbye. I shut my phone after he ended the call and stayed on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling.
It was afternoon now. Me and John had talked for a while.
I headed upstairs and picked up the fallen copy of Oliver Twist that I had dropped last night and neglected to pick up this morning, and placed it back on the bookshelf. I looked around, not seeing anything that I was particularly interested in doing right now, so I took my laptop out from one of the cardboard boxes I had left untouched and went back downstairs. I turned the TV on just for some background noise and opened my laptop, immediately opening Google in one of my tabs.
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Howl
Werewolf"She's a strange and delightful mix of ice and flame, When she touches me, I become a wildfire, And when she leaves, I become the embers that mourn her. What I'm trying to say is that I can't live without her. I can't live without you, Elisabeth."...