Chapter 7 - I miss you so much mum and dad.

<> I tell her as condescendingly as I can, and I keep cleaning, with the beautiful bibelots in here.

<> Jason also refuses, making her draw her sad nose.

<> she complains by crucifying her hands under her chest. Her hair more mixed than her agitation. She hasn't learned to take no for an answer. You spoiled brat.

<< And what am I supposed to do, darling? If you have to.>>

<> And with those words, she gets up in a hurry from the couch on her way to the kitchen. He resents and rubs his forehead, struggling to find the right words to drive anger away from her. But instead of going near her, he chooses to move away completely from the living room. He's trying to get past me when my fingers get tight on his wrist. The bottle I had in my hands I put in my free palm as he turns to look at me.

<< Don't spoil her.>> I'm struggling to make that suggestion out, and deep down I'm screaming that he won't change her mind. Not to do what she wants, not to be like a princess, because some of us don't even have her belongings. But the goal is to earn their trust.

He pulls his hand out of my grip with rage and approaches wildly.

<< I don't take advice from strangers.>> It stresses me, and then I soften as much as I don't want to. I have to be smart.

<< I don't know what your problem is with me, but I really don't want to have a fight. It's my job, and I'm going to beg you to respect >> I look deep into his diamond eyes and stick for a fraction.

<< So much lies in those eyes.>> I stand still with his statement and he walks away without regard for my attitude.

So much lies in those eyes.

So much lies in those eyes.

It's the first time anyone's ever told me that. It's the first time another person's ever seen me, and even though it scares me, it fascinates me. I feel like he can penetrate my soul, understand me. I need to get him out of the equation fast. I have to destroy him before he can expose me.

The men of the family will be fooled by the winged god. They're going to regret the time and the moment they thought they were strong in the face of that feeling. And the eldest will regret his silence these four years.

Without wasting any time, I leave the bibelo back in place and rush into the kitchen to make breakfast for the daughter of the family. As soon as I'm out the door, she gets upset and hastily hangs up her cell phone. He looks at me incriminatingly and places the exact device in the pocket of his pajama pants. I smile at her so she doesn't realize I understand her guilt and I get close.

<> I justify myself while she looks at me supposedly smiling while her chest pulsates. The turmoil is evident in her figure. Her limbs are shaking slightly.

<<.. You didn't have to. I'm having dinner out with my boyfriend.>>

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I make me grab the high shelf where they keep the dishes and she walks away after she greets me. Most likely, she was talking to him. But why didn't she want me to hear the conversation?

What's she hiding?

I try to distance myself from those thoughts when the head of the house comes into the kitchen with a charming smile. It's good morning, and I'll be right back.

<< Don't get tired.Today, Me and Dimitra are having dinner outside. Just for the kids, make something.>>

<> I turn to his place as he approaches to get a glass, fill it with gurgling water and throw it in his stomach. All movements mechanical.

<> wonders as it leaves the dirty glass on the sink.

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<< With whom?>> He's raising eyebrows at each other and looking at me with the wonder of tearing his insides. The truth is, that information was leaking to me. He has no idea about his only one's crush. Too bad I accidentally missed it.

<<.. I don't know. I may have disobeyed. She probably told me with her friend.>>

<> he's leaving the kitchen fast, and his wife's name resonates thunderously all over the house. I smile gladly at the first inconvenience I've caused while I'm preparing breakfast for the only person in this place.

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I leave the omelette on the large, empty table, bring the freshly squeezed juice, two slices of bread, cold cuts, casserole and of course some vegetables to accompany his breakfast. As soon as I serve it all, he invades the dining room with that boy I'd seen on my first day here.

<< Eat to go.>> He tells him as he sits in his usual position and his best friend approaches me smiling.

<< My name is Diamantis.>> he introduces himself kindly and I give him a beautiful smile.

<> I say only as long as he grabs my palm and leaves a tender kiss on its back.

<> his friend yells from behind, and he follows him to the table with me leaving my room.

I walk into my soft bed and look at my upset suitcase. I get up in a hurry and as I bend my knees I open the zipper, pulling out my most important object. Something I always carry, even if the changes I bring are three. That's the only thing I'll never leave behind. The wooden material from which the frame is made forces my fingers to move on the border. Mother's lovely, bright eyes draw my attention and I stay for a while in her clean gaze. My thoughts, hatred leaves for a split second, and then I look at the man next to her. Father.

<> I mutter as a hot tear escapes my eyes rolling down my cheekbone. I suck my nose and with the sleeve of the shirt I push the moisture out of my face.

I begin to notice the father's hand tangled around his wife's shoulders and the mother's smile is alive as if I have them opposite me. I'm so fascinated that I don't understand the closure of the main front door.

I get up as I hide the photo back in the suitcase and leave the room to check mobility. But there's no soul. The boys left and all they left me as a gift are the dirty dishes, which I wash immediately without wasting time. As soon as the homework is complete, I approach the expensive TV to watch some random program. But the tranquility in this huge house doesn't last long when the characteristic sound of the door echoes in space. I get agitated and my eyes imprison Phaedra's wounded gaze, which with the inversion of her palm wipes away the tears that flow through her red-red cheekbones.