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Everything was quiet for the next few days, my anger for Calvin slightly lowered, after his consistent weakening words and actions. But my guard is still very much up.
'Once we have found the vault Blair, you have the responsibility of getting the data, as there is only access through a blood test which allows Kingsley's and Cliffords in as well as Ryder himself.' He explains 'Before you ask, Ryder blocked Calvin's entry, so you are our only hope. Anyhow, Calvin will be there to back you up.'
I fall into my daydream after that.
'Everything is going to plan.' Sperm Donor announces as we come to the end of another meeting and everyone begins to spread out and leave.
i need fresh air
I walk towards the back porch, letting the cool air hit my skin, watching the twinkling of the stars, I release a breath and close my eyes, letting it sink in...
'Sweetheart...'
Tingles sprawl across my skin, whether this is nerve or doubt I don't know, but the pit my stomach consumes all my body.
'You don't need to worry. We will be there.'
I slowly open my eyes, and watch him, trust? I send him the doubt I feel through my eyes.
i can't trust you
His demeanour changes to one of coldness and a glimpse of hurt, his right eye twitches slightly, it happens a lot when he gets angry.
'You don't fucking trust me.'
'You've given me no reason to...'
'Are you fucking kidding me? Blair, think about it, do you think I would've actually gone through with what my father wanted? Do you really? I couldn't fucking hurt you if I wanted...'
'I don't know...' My voice is barely a whisper.
'What do you want me to do? What can I fucking do to make you trust me?! I have put my whole entire life on the line for you.'
'You don't understand...'
'No, you don't fucking understand Blair. I was raised with the notion that you were the cause of all our problems. Right or wrong, it's the one lesson I have drilled into my head. Blair doesn't care for you, she just left. Blair's the cause for your dads behaviour, BLAIR is the reason your mother chose death over you.' His voice is ice cold, as he takes down his guard for just a minute, and the pit grows deeper and more precarious.
