The MANSION {Madre's Mansion}

STAY THE FU*K AWAY!!

Desmonds POV;

It's already noon and we have free time again. ×free time here is pretty frequent. Almost like Madre thinks this would do us some 'good'.

I have been watching Deborah for the past few hours. During breakfast, harvest, and even now she's still silent. Tori had come to me earlier like a lioness whose cub I've hurt demanding what went wrong with Deborah. I told her to leave me be and stay out of my hair as I did nothing. After sending me death glares, she stormed off in anger.

I find Deborah on a bench. Her gaze lost in the sky and her mind most definitely not here. I walk up to her and take a seat beside her.

"I heard, you sing," I say to catch her attention and her immediate blink makes it known I've brought her back to earth.

She places her hands beneath her chin but says nothing. What exactly happened. I try to retrace every detail and I conclude it's either Brayan said something to her or... My words hurt her!

"I'm sorry. " I apologize abruptly as I know not what else to say.

She then faces me. Her beautiful light brown pupils fighting to keep their light amidst the now dominant crimson color in her eyes. She stares intensely at me and my breathing hitches.

"What for? " her little voice questions. I know she understands what I meant but she wants me to explain myself to be sure I know what I'm guilty of.

"For speaking to you the way I did this morning," I reply and a bitter smile plays on her face. A smile forced and pained.

"Desmond, do you know how many times you've said sorry to me? " she asks a rhetorical question that hits me in the gut.

"Your constant repetition shows you never really mean it when you say it," she says with her brown eyes digging deep into mine trying to comprehend what sort of a man I am. I look away before she finds the broken boy hiding behind my coded eyes.

"I didn't mean to Deborah. " I reply trying hard to get back on track and pull her out of this state.

She flashes that bitter smile at me again and nods her head.
"Yeah, I'm just your recyclable trash can for emotions.
Treat me like scrap and the next minute 'SORRY' fixes everything and the circle begins again. " she says.

I am beginning to feel frustrated when I don't know how to pull her out of this.

"You miss home, don't you? " I question.

"Yes," she finally replies with fresh tears flowing down her pretty face.

"Everyone did and does Deborah but don't be a wimp... If you are this broken now, just know you won't win this fight. " I say and she looks at me. Staring into my face for a few seconds.

" Don't be a coward. Don't give in to fear. It's the one thing that would limit you. " I encourage.

She looks at me for some time and then stands.
"You think I'm a wimp!?" She questions in anger. I know this could make things sour between us and I'm not even done apologizing but as long as it can bring her out of this annoying phase, I'll go for it!

"Well, you sure are acting like one. " I reply and anger is evident on her little, cute face.×somehow I find her anger admirable.

I watch her walk away in anger and I smirk as I know her current anger Won't let her slip back into that cold, calm word of depression she was in just a few seconds ago.

I grunt as I run my palms over my face. Once again we both managed to end another dialogue with yet another fight!

Sonias POV

I walk away from Desmond in anger. He called me a wimp. How dare he!!? Does he know what it means to miss your family and life so bad!?, what it means to wake up one day only to discover your grand life of luxury has been replaced by a creepy trail of hardship and death.

I finally make it into the female hall. I leave my head hanging and do not lookup. I take a seat on my bed and Tori's words;

"Babe life's always gonna be unfair to those it wants to be that way too. For some people, being in here is no worse than when they were out there.

I used to be a street kid who picked pockets to keep I and my grandmom surviving. I had no parents so my old gram was all I had.

Life wasn't easy but I chose to be tough too. I didn't let my fears and pain get to me.

You should do the same. Life's not always gonna be fair. I don't know what you're crying about and I'm not sure I wanna know if I'm being honest.

But all I'd say to you is; brace up and always be prepared for whatever life throws at you. This world is too cruel to accommodate whimps. So don't be one else you won't last long."

You know what, she was right. Desmond too. I miss home, but that shouldn't turn me into a big sulking baby.

I am still lost when I feel someone sit beside me placing a palm on my lap.
"What's wrong? " Rachel asks in a creepily low tone.

I stare at her in discomfort.

"Is it..... Something I can help you with? " she says again this time moving her palm up and down my thigh. My forehead creased in confusion as I look at the girl who's a bit too close for comfort.

"You know,.... all the problems in life have a single remedy. One I could easily help you get." She coos into my ear sending shivers down my spine as her hand this time travels into my baggie shorts and tugs at the hem of my pant.

My eyes widen in shock as I look at this mannerless brute.
"Is something wrong with you!? " I question in alarm as I try to rise but she pulls me down with her grip on my thigh.

"Let me help you. " she coos this time kissing my neck. I am perplexed and annoyed and without thinking, I find my hand swinging with force through the air. An ear-splitting sound accompanies it and then a whimper follows.

I look down to see Rachel's face entirely red and her hand-drawn over the cheek I just slapped.

I didn't mean to do it but I'm glad I did.
"You, stay the fuck away from me! " I warn pointing at her and then run out of the empty room disturbed and scared.

Do the others know she's this way!?