It's been over two weeks have passed since I've awoken. I got a tour of the whole mansion, and, well, I haven’t gotten the full hang of it. But I will, soon. I've been getting slightly accustomed to my “new” daily hard work…well; I get Sundays off, having the liberty to do whatever I want to do. Though, there isn’t much to do here, maybe read some books, meditate…I can’t go outside. Victor doesn't let me.
“I don’t want to lose you.”
“I’m just keeping you safe…”
“It’s better if you stay here.”
That’s what he would always say when I would ask to go outside. One time, I went outside without asking him and he went berserk. I learned one thing about him- he’s paranoid and short-tempered. This is quite annoying, because he always seems to get frightened if I’m not in his freaking sight. I’m not a child, nevertheless an oblivious one. So, I haven’t gone out since I went to my parent’s grave.
Currently, we're at the dinner table, eating breakfast. Everybody was silent, with only the sound of our forks clanking with the plates.
“Alright everybody,” Victor started, a loud sigh of deceit following as he stood up from his seat. All eyes were on him. “Next Wednesday I’ll be having a family dinner, obviously, my family will be attending…” he paused, his eyes gleaming with anger and frustration. “And that includes my brother, Felix.”
“What?” Davey interrupted in his usual booming voice as the others groaned. Why…?
“Yes, and according to my mother, he’ll be staying as well.”
“Why?!” Ian exclaimed angrily.
“I have no idea.” Victor sighed.
“But…Victor…what about…?” Davey mumbled, gesturing his head towards me.
“I’m right here, you know.” I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest. I really did hate when others talk about me like I’m not there.
“I’ll deal with it, but now, let’s just start training, alright?”
Everybody nodded, stood up and made their way to the training room.
“Jade…?” Victor asked quietly as we walked next to each other to the training room.
“Yeah?”
“When Felix comes, I want you to stay as far from him as possible. Don’t talk to him, don’t look at him, don’t do any interaction with him whatsoever.” He ordered sharply, his eyes in front.
I glanced at him for a moment. “Why…?” I asked hesitantly.
“Because my brother is one sick son of a bitch.” He spat bitterly.
Um… I honestly didn't know how to answer to that, so I asked the first question that came up. “Why do you hate your brother so much?” I knew I shouldn't have randomly presumed that he hated him, but from what the way he’s acting about his arrival, it seems that he does. Victor stayed silent and just kept on walking.
“Victor…?” I asked.
He sighed and shook his head. “Why wouldn't I…?” And with that, we entered the training room without another word.
For quite some time I pondered about Victor’s brother and why Victor was so…cautious about him. What’s so bad about Felix? This question stood in my mind even after training- not that I had much to distract me, anyways.
I was going to figure out what was so bad about Felix. Play a little inspector, detective, spy; I don’t know.
I started the easy way; asking Victor. Though, he dodged or ignored my questions and eventually got pissed at me and dismissed me. Although I felt defeated, only a little though, I kept on.
I wondered around in the mansion, looking for Victor’s room. There must be something there that might explain something, or I don’t know. A picture or something.
It was hard to find it, because I never went there up until now, and this place is big. I got a complete tour of it only days ago, so I still have difficulties telling what is where.
Despite that, I finally found Victor’s room, which was near mines’, heh, didn't notice that…
I started searching under the bed, on the drawer’s. I tugged on one and it didn't open. Kneeling in front of it, I inspected it further. Its wood was a dark brown and it had swirly designs carved on the wood. It also had a keyhole. It’s locked. Damn…I could feel a wave of curiosity wash over me and I tugged the drawer again.
It still didn't open…as expected.
Well, if there is a lock, there must be a key somewhere. I once again started searching for a key, any key at all.
I tensed up when I heard deep steps coming closer and closer towards the door. Victor.
“Shit…” I hissed to myself, looking around. I couldn’t just walk out casually and be like “Oh hey, Victor. Oh! This is your room? Really? I…pshh, I thought this was my room. I mean, they’re so similar. Well, I don’t have that huge table filled with papers, and a messy bed, and everything else positioned differently, but it’s still very similar…”
My eyes scanned the messy room and they stopped at the closet. Easiest way, I guess. I bolted to the closet, closed the door behind me, and looked out the cracks, lowering my breathing.
The door opened and in walked Victor with a heavy sigh, taking off his shirt. My eyes widened when I saw his defined frame. My god…those muscles…The light reflected on his sweaty pectorals and it gave him a…majestic look. Yeah, I’m still not used to living with guys who are martial artist.
For quite some time, he just sorted papers and I was forced to sit in the closet, praying that he wouldn't come to get any clothing. Then, he went to shower. Good.
Once I heard the shower going on, I slowly opened the door, closing my eyes tight at the low squeaking sound it made. Then, I literally tip-toed to the door, and took a deep breath. The doors—well the mansion in general is pretty ancient, so, the doors are pretty old, and they creak. Loudly. After staring at it for what seemed to be minutes, the bathroom door opened, and in a last-second choice, I opened the door and bolted to my room, not even looking back if Victor poked his head out.
I entered my room and closed the door quietly. God…that was close…
Picking on my food, I sighed nervously. It’s only been a few hours since I got out of Victor’s room and he hasn't showed any signs of suspicion—
“Did anyone, by any chance, get in my room today?” Victor asked to everybody. Dammit. Everybody’s reply was only a few mumbled “no”’s and shaking heads. I joined in with them, not daring to look up. I’m terrible at lying, well, when I’m under pressure. It’s better that it stays unknown who entered his room, instead of risking the possibility of him raging at me.
