The Truth

Chapter 6

The guy now standing err... Bowing down before me had dark blue hair.

He immediately looked back up to me and I noticed he had.... Red eyes?

Contact lenses?

Maybe?

Some part of me wanted to scream at his face and ask 'what he's doing in our my house'

But something held me back from saying it.

I can tell that I was already making a 'what the fuck' face.

He smiled at me and parted his lips.

"Its nice to meet you, mistress.

I am Francis Dominic Crista. I am assigned to take care of you and your sister."

He said in a calm and gentle voice, like talking to a little kid.

He said those words despite the strong smell of metal in our house which makes me want to puke my guts out.

Wait, take care of me??!!

Who the hell does he think I am?

A little kid?

I'm 15 for fuck sake!!

....

'Assigned'????

By who?

I looked at him from head to toe and just gave him a confused look.

He noticed me doing so, but he just knelt down on his knees and took my hand.

"I will always be at your service"

"WHAT THE FUCK??!! I DONT NEED A BUTLER!! GET OUT!! WHO THE FUCK APPOINTED YOU? YOU PSYCHO!!"

He looked at me, confused.

"I DONT KNOW YOI! GET OUTTA HERE!"

I stepped him aside and walked straight inside the house, following where the metallic smell was.

I noticed it was in the kitchen and went inside , as I saw what was in there. My body was immediately shaking and a bile rise from my throat making me want to puke.

I saw my mom, on the floor...

...

...

Dead.

She was stabbed in the heart, seeing there was big red spot of blood on her chest.

The floor was covered in a pool of blood.

Her dead eyes were staring up the ceiling.

I fell to my knees and my tears burst immediately.

I didn't want to puke , so I covered my mouth holding it tightly.

"M-m-mom..."

I croaked out.

"Forgive me, mistress. I was supposed to clean that up before you came but then I didn't expect you to arrive so early."