The Nanny ✔

#35

Word count: 1759

Sophie's POV

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"Why did you kill her? You said you loved her so much." I ask him slowly, thinking of a possible way to get out of here even though the possibility of that is very slim.

He glares at me and kicks the ground harshly, prompting the smoke that instantly fills the air.

"Tell me, I'm curious. The affection in your eyes tells me you still love her so much." I state slowly and we both stare at each other as the silence stretches afterwards.

He suddenly looks conflicted and his face contorts painfully. I want to feel for him but he's currently a psycho on the lose and my boyfriend wouldn't even have any idea that his best friend dragged me here to cause me harm.

My eyes discretely roam around the room again but I don't spot anything I can use to defend myself.

"I began to hate her after a while because she had everything I didn't have. She was innocent and I wasn't; because I had evil thoughts towards her. She didn't see me differently but our parents did and they treated me like trash." He sounds soulless, just like an empty shell.

I gaze up at him, feeling cold dread wash over me at his words. Even though no child deserves to be treated badly, life happens sometimes and we can't blame life for everything. We have to find ways to deal with it.

You can't kill someone just because they're more loved than you. The lady in question didn't even do anything wrong yet she had to suffer in the hands of the brother she genuinely loved because he was blinded by his own envy towards her!

"It's not her fault that your parents didn't love you." I reason out, narrowing my eyes at him. 

He grits his jaws together.

"Was it mine? Was it mine that I didn't get any fuckin' love from those that I've always known as my family since childhood?!" He screams.

Getting up from the chair with bloodshot eyes, he takes two long strides towards me and swings his legs. Pain shoots up through me as his legs connects to my stomach twice, his gaze furious.

"It's not my fault!" He screams as he kicks.

"Ahhh. Ple..please." I wheeze out and double over, coughing as the dust gets into my throat when he stomps his foot on the ground.

Hot tears involuntarily begins to gather in my eyes.

I feel the air get sucked out of me and let out a groan due to the impact, being too weak to scream as my body trembles violently. I clutch onto my stomach and blink as the hot tears stream down the sides of my face.

A slap, which will definitely affect me later if not sooner, gets delivered on my cheek and my vision blurs in my left eye.

Swiftly, I grab one of his legs in a tight hug and cling onto it tightly while coughing.

He bends down to hit me but I shut my eyes tightly.

"It's okay. You didn't kill her intentionally. You loved her regardless." I croak numbly. "It's not your fault. Everyone deserves to be loved. It's not your fault." I cry, my voice trembling.

I open my eyes when the hit doesn't come and look up carefully to see that his hand is suspended in the air but he's staring at me with wide eyes. As if he doesn't believe I would utter such words.

The surprised expression is enough to spark a little confidence in me.

"Really? You won't blame me for her death?" He asks softly. My heart clenches at the vulnerability in his tone as my thoughts and feelings battle ceaselessly in my mind.