Chapter 3 - I'll hold back

I form a fist and leave it at the wooden door, listening to this man's heavy voice to penetrate. I'm on the door, and then I see him for the second time in my entire life. Those black hair, those blue eyes that were barely recognized in the dark. I stay for a little longer in the same position, without understand that the time never stopped. Expect from my own mind.

Unconsciously I knock the door behind me and the cup flickers in my hands. I want to drown him with my own hands on the spot. But I relax my movements and let the feeling sit comfortably in place so that logical can intervene again. I have a plan, I can't get away, I can't lose the bet on myself. I'm strong, I can do it.

My feet hardly carry me near his majestic, dark-colored office on whose feet a lion is carved with its tail reaching to the center of the wood. With that tail, I'd like to wrap his neck, strangle him right now. I need to calm down, though. I have to stick to the plan. In my personal plan.

I leave the cup on the large object with various envelopes scattered and his computer in the middle, to which he has focused all his attention.

<< Good evening, sir>> I whisper, with the desire to spit on his face. That's when he looks up from the computer screen and throws it at me. He looks at me strangely for a minute, but as soon as his brain gives orders, he automatically recovers. So he smiles at me shyly as he grabs his tea, placing his lip in his mouth. One sip, and I hope he drowns on his own. It's a waste of time. Nothing happens to him at all. Maybe it's better if the universe leaves him in my cunning hands.

<< You must be the girl my wife hired>>

<> I'm supposedly lowering my head shyly and he's getting up from his office on his way to my place. The temperature in my body is rising dangerously, because of the hatred I feed on his behalf, but I'm not revealing it. I have to earn their trust, destroy them gradually.

<< Welcome to our family, young lady.From now on, you are part of. >> the bend at the ends of his lips causes me more. But I can't talk, I can't take it out. I've been waiting for this moment for four whole years, from that damn night that robbed me of my parents. Because of this, the culprit didn't pay for his crime. Because of the man in front of me, that killer is still on the loose, happy.

He clenches my shoulders reminding me of my own father. The one the killer took away from me so violently. A tear wants to roll down my cheekbone, but I hold back and bite my lips.

<< Thank you, sir>> With that word, I'm leaving his office for my own temporary space. I rush down the stairs until I pass the empty living room to find myself in the room reserved for every housekeeper. I close the door behind me without turning on the chandelier. I fall directly into bed and sleep doesn't take long to get me close to him. Tomorrow a new day begins and I have to be as ready as possible.

The next morning finds me in the kitchen preparing lunch from 7:00 at dawn in conjunction with their breakfast. II'm picking up my orange hair on a tall and a knife to cut the vegetables, which I'll mix later in the rice. A risotto with steak will be a must for the family I unfortunately care for. Anger about these people doesn't get buried in me, but as best I can control myself, I'll tame me.

The clock is ticking and at eight o'clock the risotto is now ready. I place it on a shelf where they store the made food, and then I take the steaks, which for my bad luck are flooded with blood. I may have been cooking all these years, but ever since I'd seen my parents' blood gush, this red liquid is my worst nightmare. I unwrap them from the thick paper the butcher had them and fill a basin with cold water. God.

I grab the first piece with the tip of my fingernail and throw it sharply into the plastic basin, so much so that a splash of blood falls on my cheek making me exclaim like crazy and recoil by falling on a body. The man I'm falling into can't hold us back, and we pop on the floor with me on it. His arms around my belly and his face in my hair.

<> I blow out that it comes to me and I get up directly looking at the fallen body. The son of the family... Without looking at me, he lifts himself up and places his back to the back bench. He bites his lower lip, forcing my attention to stand in that very inappropriate spot.

I'm swallow with difficulty, and as soon as I recover from the shock, I turn to steaks again. Blood still reaches my nostrils with the metallic taste of visiting my imagination.

<> He's telling me straight away, and I don't bother to go back to his place. If I allow anger to take the reins, I'll blow up what I'm thinking. So I clench my fist and place the five pieces in the frozen water, even if the red liquid spills into the gurgling water.

The memory of my dying parents makes its appearance leading me to a grief I've been forbidding myself for three years. As long as I shed a tear, I shed. Now it's time for revenge. The time has come when this man will see his whole family destroyed in the first place. It's time to vindicate my parents and offer them the peace they crave. As much hatred as there is in me, it will spill out. I'm going to make him bitterly regret his mistake.