Better Left Unsaid

Chapter 1

"I'm telling you the girl has no one left. She's so young and she needs someone to protect her from the criminals or else she'll be dead too." The man told his boss; well, the detective actually, Victor Cherlin.

"Okay, but where will we keep her? Of course we won't keep her here, in the police department." His boss said.

"I'll keep her at my place."

"Are you sure about this, Victor?"

Helena was outside, waiting for Victor to come out. She still didn't know why did she come; perhaps to seek revenge from the vilians? Or maybe she felt safe with this man. He reminded her of her dad. He was blonde, muscular, and handsome. She felt tears filling her eyes again at the thought of her dad, her parents, but she held them back and tried to stay stable; she wasn't though.

Her thoughts and memories were interrupted by the door closing behind her. She turned around and saw Victor approaching her. He knelt down in front of her. 

"Everything will be okay, I promise. I...we won't let them hurt you," he held her hand and kissed it. "You're going to be safe with me. I'll take you to my place and keep you there for a while, until we capture the criminals. Okay?" He asked eyeing her.

She nodded in agreement, not saying a word. She followed him as they got out of the police department and drove off to Victor's house.

Now of course it's confusing how a girl trusted this man immediately, and how this man decided to take her with him and keep her safe out of the blues, but it was something about her that couldn't let him leave her all alone, -besides his duty- she reminded him of someone; she reminded him of Ludmila.

The ride home was short and silent. Victor opened the front door and let Helena in before him, like the gentlemen he is, and then he looked in both directions to make sure no one was spying or following them before slamming the door shut.

"Victor, is this you?" Some women called. Her voice was unfamiliar to Helena.

"Yes, and I have a guest with me." He replied.

"Oh, well hello there." a women approached Helena and smiled at her. She was about 50; she was blonde, her face was bright, her green orbs sparkled with some enthusiasm. She had some wrinkles under her eyes; you would only notice them if you got closer. "Who's this?" She whispered to Victor.

"This is Helena Lebel," Victor went on, "her parents were murdered and she has nowhere else to stay, plus the criminals are after her, so she's going to stay here of a while." 

He then turned to Helena, "Ms. Lebel, I would like you to meet Olga.” He flashed a smile.

"Well it's very nice to meet you, Helena. You could consider this your second home and I'm so sorry for your loss, sweetie." Olga said as she took Helena in her arms and hugged her tightly.

Helena was surprised. Why are these people so nice to her?

She smiled a faint smile at the women; Olga.

“You must be starving, dear. I’ll prepare dinner.” Olga left the room and went to the kitchen.

Victor led Helena to the living room and they sat there waiting for dinner to get ready.

“You haven’t said a word ever since I saw you on the staircase.” Victor said.

Helena cleared her throat, “Well, what can I say? There’s nothing to be said.” He looked at her, sadly.

“Oh, I’m so sorry; I forgot to thank you, Mr. Cherlin for letting me stay in your wonderful home.” She added.

The home was wonderful. It was big and well organized, and the living room was large and cozy. The couches were very comfortable, too. Helena felt secure in here; she felt safe.