Chapter 5 - Be careful

Today

This memory hits me on the head as their happy voices echo through the kitchen and I can see their smiles. But I don't have a family because of it. I had to stay like a puppy in that cold place because he kept quiet and didn't stop the killer. Because of him, who now seems happy with his own family.

These thoughts absorb me so much that I don't realize that someone is entering the kitchen through the back door, which has its face in the yard. I'm flying out of my seat and I'm looking at Jason.

What's he doing here?

<< Did I scare you?>>

<< "It's okay.> smile at him no matter how much I hate him because he's part of this hell family, too.

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<< Then you're going wrong. >> I show him his family having a happy lunch in the dining room, and he sulks while staying near me, with no escape.

<< How long do these people eat?>> resents as he looks at my place. I stay for a while sinking into his beautiful eyes for a few seconds, but I look away as fast as I can. I hate him. He's part of the family I want to avenge, and he won't escape my wrath.

<< They are your people. I can't answer >>

<< Anyway, I'm going to wait ten minutes, and then I'll go.>>

<> I'm hardly smiling at him, and I'm starting to wash a few dishes left over from last night. I place the red apron around my torso completely indifferent to its existence. I don't want to talk to him. I want to keep our distance.

<> exclaims after a few minutes and disappears inside the villa making me look at his back. I blow with his naivety and look back at my work.

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As I grab the beige sheets in my hand, I climb the majestic staircase until I cross the hallway to stop at the end discreetly opening the couple's bedroom door.

I penetrate by letting the dioxide travel through my body when I notice the huge, well-preserved room. To my right is a wooden chair facing the inside of the room. On the same side a hill guards a seated chair without a back, a velvet burgundy stool opposite a glued mirror and a bizoutiera. In the middle of the room the double bed with white sheets and on the wall above a frame with red tulips decorating the white wall.

The window next to the view of the palace of the god Poseidon dominates the whole. I smile ironically at their comforts and approach the bed to lay the clean sheets. I grab the dirty ones, throw them on the floor, temporarily, and put the news with the detergent to make its presence felt, flooding my nostrils.

I look at the clock on the nightstand and notice that Dimitra and her daughter will be back in an hour, so I decide directly to search the surrounding area, see if I can find anything that will help me find my parents' killer. I rush to the wooden bedside table, open the two drawers, but all I find are useless possessions of their own. So I close it and place my hands under my chest skeptical.

The across bizoutiera feels like it's calling me, so I'm approaching the furniture. I open the first shelf, and what I see is a box of pills, unknown to me. Its white flat packaging attracts my attention and its name finds me completely unsy known for its existence.

Aurorix...

<> I monologue as I turn it upside down to read some ingredients. But Dimitra's voice interrupts me, and I put it back in the drawer where one of them hid it. I close the wooden object and hurriedly grab the thrown sheets leaving the room calmly. I place the familiar smile mask on the corners of my lips as halfway down the aisle I meet the lady of the house.

Her beautiful daughter next door. Unfortunately for her, the first in my goals. The first one I long to demolish with all the power of my heart. Despite my gloomy thoughts, I still smile sweetly, innocently at these women opposite me, who retaliate to the fullest by ignoring the danger within their feet.

<< I took the sheets off>> I inform Dimitra and she lovingly clenches my shoulder to please me.

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<> I smile shyly as I squeeze the sheets more in my arms and Phaedra addresses her mother.

<< Mom, I have to go soon. I was going to hang out with Yvonne, but I can't.>>

<> I'm trying to reassure her, and she's smiling gratefully at me.

<< Why don't you take Yvonne with you? To know our region, to acclimatize>>

<> Her cheeks blush in the pronunciation of that name and for her bad luck she doesn't have to explain to me who the guy is. Her future fiance...

If she knew what was waiting for her, she'd rather have divorced him. She'd rather kick me out of their lives that damn night. That moment when she was standing in the hallway trying to incorporate me into her company some other day. She'd pull me out of my shirt and spit in my face without a trace of shame. She would defy every rudimentary way of behaving that she's been taught.

And I really wouldn't blame her. If I were her and could predict the future, I'd do exactly the same. I'd be embarrassed. I would have been beaten to death. But I'm not her. And she has no idea about the future that was going to hit her whole family.

However, all this exists only in my mind and the two women in the family have no idea of my plans. So they remain smiling at each other as the daughter makes her way to her room and returns in new clothes ready for her exit. The only thing I wish her is to enjoy these little moments.