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Sophia.

My aunt had one good thing about her, she was young and beautiful, a very well paid model in England which means she was almost always busy but when she wasn't, then she would ring me up and flood me with questions.

“Sophia, why do you insist on making this hard?”

But I wasn't.

I knew I wasn't.

Mum had never liked Roxanne, she never spoke to her and hardly mentioned the blonde to me so why was Roxanne so eager recently? It must have been something important of her side, only her side, which meant that it didn't effect us. Mum and I. We didn't want trouble.

Roxanne and her money rich family were good for that, causing and starting trouble we didn't need.

It's always been that way. I remember from my childhood days, the days when mother would be even more depressed than normal after receiving a call from the lady I was meant to call grandmother, I never did.

“I am not.” I answer.

I watch as her red lips thin and her eyes narrow at me through the screen, almost in an accusing way, I thought that until she asked who was standing behind me and another unexpected voice answered for me.

“Roxanne Parkeswood.” Kin—Percys voice muses.

I freeze and I swear that my aunt freezes along with me but lucky for her it doesn't last long because soon she's fake laughing and greeting King.

“Oh hello, Mr King.” She bats her eye lashes and I roll my eyes. “What are you doing in—” Her eyes flicker back to me and I see the panic laced through them before she flickers back to the man behind me. “America?” She chokes out.

I can hear my heart best thumping loudly in my chest, my panic and fear only rising. Does Percy work for that man too? The question lingers in my mind over and over again and I gulp, sending a silent prayer above for it not to be true. Oh good god please save me. The words ring in my head and I pray once more, just in case.

Because somewhere deep inside me, it doesn't want to leave Percy King and go back to my boring old life, it wants to stay in this new world that his introduced to me.

“. . . friend, ain't that right, Soph?”

Roxannes voice brings me back and I fake smile, nodding my head yes. “Good friends, Roxi and I go like way way back.” I fake a laugh but I have a strong feeling that he doesn't believe us, his body is too tense behind me.

“Uhmm. . . I didn't know that you guys know each other? I mumble out, chewing on my lip.

Roxanne starts to look panic and fear crosses her face before she rushes out a goodbye faster than I blink and the video line goes dead and blank.

I blink once, twice and thrice as I stare at the black screen, trying to remember if I've ever seen her look that scared before and nothing crosses my mind, she is never scared so why now? Was it because of King? It must be since she seems to know him so well.

I turn to face him, “How do you know her?” I ask.

My eyes narrow at him, trying to see if he'll lie. If he is working with Roxanne then I have to leave with the rest tomorrow morning. I'll have to push away my feelings for him aside because I won't and refuse to stay here with a vile creature like him, even if his been nothing but good and amazing to me, I still won't stay.

He scratches the back of head and smiles sheepishly at me. “She is dating one of my lads, back home.” He muses.

Relief.

That is all I feel and breath.

Thank you god.

“Oh okay.” I mumble, staring at the floor. I didn't even know she had started dating again, I'll ask her next time but by the looks of things, I think she might have more questions for me and it won't be on my dead mother.

I expect him to ask me who she really is to me but he doesn't, a frown sits on his handsome face as he excuses himself from the room, his phone in hand.

I frown but I don't say anything other than grabbing my bathing essentials and heading into the joining bathroom. I lock the door and head straight to the shower where I allow myself to drown in my thoughts.

Something in my stomach stirs and the feeling of dread and unsureness settles itself in my stomach.

I'm missing something here, I just feel it.

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