Being Enthralling

68. Being kicked out

I rang the doorbell and patiently waited for it to be open. 

The door opens and Mr. Huber greets me with a warm smile. "Ms. Forbes, welcome. It's been quite long since you have been to the mansion." 

"Indeed." I nodded and flashed him an awkward smile as I remember how I made a fool out of myself in his presence.

"Hope you won't be injured yourself this time. Even if you do, we will be here to nurse you." 

 With every step I took, I felt my cheeks burned with embarrassment. I hope my clumsy ass stays intact today.

"On my way to the mansion, I noticed the security is extra tight today. They practically took an interview and also asked me to eat the brownies which I have made for Blake. I guess Mr. and Mrs. Masson has finally returned from their official trip." 

"Yes, My apologies for the trouble with the guards from next time I shall escort you from the gate to the mansion."

We halt right beside the stairs, "That's kind of you. Thank you, Mr. Huber. I hope Blake is here." 

"In his room, Miss. Would like to have something to drink?" 

"No, I'm fine. Thank you for asking." 

"I will send someone with a Muskmelon smoothie and some appetizers." 

A genuine smile took over my face as I remember the times I have spent here.  Mr. Huber always kept prepared muskmelon smoothie for me with some snacks. This was like my second home.

While I was climbing up, I could hear distant faint voices. With each step, the voices started to get clear. 

"-one is burning with rage other is guilty because of the darn amnesia, if we don't come out clean, things will become worse."
 Blake yelled and my steps come to an abrupt halt. His door was open, I stood ten steps away from it.

"You don't understand the consequences that we will have to face Blake." A tired feminine voice replied.

"There will be consequences, yes. At least there won't be a blood bath. We can put an end to this-"

"Blood bath? You're exaggerating it too far. There won't be such a thing they both will be fine."

I heard a sharp intake of breath. Which I guess is of Blake, trying not to burst out.

The voice of the lady seems to be awfully familiar.

"I have been burdened by this for the past five years. Each day I feel I'm drowning with the weight of this guilt. If not for them... Then at least for the sake of your own son.." His voice fades at the end. I stood there dead.

Dear lord, the lady is his Mother.

"I'm sorry, Blake. You have to move on from this." She replied, with a cold voice.

Rage welled up inside me. Her son is practically begging her for something which is eating him up and this is the way she deals with him?

I turned around to leave so that I won't barge inside and put some sense into her by attacking her because it will definitely land me the jail and this time even Blake won't be able to bail me out.

"Excuse me, who are you?"

My legs froze. I was standing on the middle steps of the staircase.

Should have got down faster!

I twirled around. Mrs. Masson's expressions changed in lightning speed. Which was really hard to decipher.

She got down the stairs quickly like a hungry cat. She stood just a step above me. Which made it terribly hard for me to look at her.