The Anonymous

Chapter 45: Secret Things

Aeon's point of view ******

I awoke in a room with my purple stone pendant keychain in hand. The room had deep blue walls and glass furniture. The floor was hard grey marble with look light accents of green so faint you wouldn't even notice. The beautifully decorated room exudes elegance and class. I almost forgot I was a prisoner. I wore a lavender lace dress, and my hair clipped up. The clips dug into my scalp, so I took it out. I looked at the pendant and decided to do a half up half down hairstyle. Concealing the pendent in my hair. My head still hurt from being hit over the head. A knock at the door scared the hell out of me.

"Are you up, Aeon? the voice said. "I'm coming in."

A woman with light curly hair and amber eyes stood in front of me. Dressed in black high-waist pants, a lace top, and black blazer. She wore this Egyptian style neckless to top.

"Remember me," she said in a snarky tone.

"Eric?"

"Erica." She said blankly.

"What do you want from my life, and who undressed?"

"You're rude as usual."

"I'm rude. Didn't you kidnap me?"

"Oh, don't worry, I'm sure Ashton or his henchmen will save you."

"What is this about?"

"You know why you're here. "

"No, I don't."

"Well, you will soon find out."

"Are you apart of the Anonymous?"

"What do you think?"

"I wonder what your parents must think of you?"

"Oh, hush up, you know nothing about this organization. All you're is some gold-digging little whore who wants to soak up my family's money."

"I have my own money, bitter Becky."

"Excuse me. That's not my name."

"You're excused, isn't this my guest room?"

"You're so lucky, Jérôme's mother is decent; I'd have you tied to the balcony railing."

"I have my own money, so you jump off a balcon---- I stop midway remembering what Ashton told me about his mother."

"Jump where.... oh like mommy did?" Erica started laughing

"How could you laugh?"

"How could I not? My family was torn apart. My father hates me, and Ashton never knew why. "

I suddenly started to feel sorry for her, "Is this why you chose to join a cult-organization."

"No, My mother, Daina, always loved Ashton; you could see it in her eyes. She treated him like gold, and he has inherited everything from her: I found out later on in life. She put him everywhere, always inspired by him because he takes after her side of the family. She never cared for me because I didn't have polarizing eyes. Everything is fucking light green and everything she designed represents her love for Ashton in that fucking penthouse. Look around look at the floor. My mother designed Escada and see never felt inspired by me. Kids pick up on these things." Erica spat on the floor. "Fucking green. I hated her. Her death was the best thing that happened to me."

I was at a loss of words, I had no idea she was so broken. " I'm sure your mother loved you." I walked over to her to embrace her. "You're just the oldest parents do that sometimes. Ashton loves you when he told me about you; he gave you the benefit-of-the-dought. I'm sure he will share everything with you if you let him. I'm pretty sure he wants to have a relationship with you. But you're not going down the right path in life."

She chuckled a little, "if he loves me, its because he doesn't know he always been clueless about the ones he loves."

"He knows... don't say that."

"No, he doesn't. I always thought it was stupid how she would go on the balcony to water those fucking plants, and sometimes mother would use a latter to get the ones at the top. Could you blame her for her own death? She called it her garden in the sky. So, one day, when daddy wasn't home and Asthon was in the living room, watching his little shows. I pushed her." She said a haunting voice. " I watch her fall from the sky and onto the pavement of Madison Avenue.

A cold sensation stuck my own body, as the blood drained. My brain tries desperately to make sense of what she just said.

"She never saw it coming, well maybe when she was falling. Too late." Erica said in a low dark voice.

Paralyzed with fear, I continued to hug Erica, "I knew she would never love me. I wanted to help her water her plants, but she pushed me away. Daddy knows there was video footage throughout the penthouse. He never did anything about it. He never even confronted me. He just distances himself from me like I was some poisonous thing. Even shipped me off to boarding school. I went from being his favorite to his to the black sheep. I'll never confess; I don't want to give him peace. I want him to be tormented by his beloved favorite daughter. I knew he could not bring himself to report me to the police.

I released my arms from around Erica, scared to meet the eyes of the person in front of me. She hauntingly reminded me of Jérôme. The way she talked about his mother's death and the aftermath so casually unphased like it was something that happens out of a movie.

"You pushed her," I said, scared of even repeating myself.

There was nothing behind Erica's dark eyes as she stared back at me. It was as if she wasn't even there, sending goosebumps down my spine.

"If I had known Daddy would have transferred his admiration to Ashton, I would have personally guided baby bother to the balcony to meet mother's end," Erica said in one breath before glancing at her phone. "But, he's older now and harder to------- "oh amazing," she said with a pep in her voice "Ashton's here. Let's go." Erica grabbed my hand, and we walked out of the guest room.