The Truth

Chapter 9

"Mistress, I-I'm sorry..."

He walked up to me and I back away slightly.

I looked at the floor.

"I said, where's my mother!?"

I asked demandingly.

I looked up and glared menacingly at Dominic but he just stared back at me with guilt in his eyes.

Before he could say anything he was suddenly pushed at the side. A small body appeared from the back and it was the little boy.

He stared at me without any emotions at all.

"She passed away, build a bridge and get the fuck over it."

I clasp my hands over my mouth and tears began to spill.

"Mistress..." dominic said in a worried expression getting closer to me and trying to comfort me.

How could he? Comforting me even though he was the one who did this!!?

How da---

Wait, so it was real... I stabbed him.

But i dont see any blood on his suit.

How long was I out?

He grabbed my shoulder and looked into my eyes with pity and guilt.

He's touching me.

"Don't touch me!!!" I slapped his hands away and I kept on crying.

I looked at the little boy and his expression was still the same; emotionless. His lips in a straight line.

I glared at Dominic and finally ran up the stairs and into my room.

I hate this!! I hate this!!!

I lie down in bed and covered my face with a pillow, soaking it with tears.

Mom.... Mom!!!

I hope youre in a better place.

Then i drift off to sleep...