Chapter 8 - Α little revolution

I leave the remote on the big couch and rush to her side with the wonder of what exactly happened. Although I can imagine.

<> I touch her shoulder tenderly and she without thinking about it invades my arms; her hands wrap my waist making the air remain in my lungs; I haven't hugged anyone since my parents left. From that damn night.

Unlike her, I remain still shocked by her manifestation, but without my will I am forced to embrace her so that she does not understand my revulsion.

<< Calm down>> I fondly caress her back, struggling to calm her down, but her ret aside fills the atmosphere; the walls around us feel like they're going to build up in her anguish.

<> She mumbles with anger to paint her voice, but I can't help but laugh at her foolishness. He has no idea what it's like to really hate someone.

<< He's awful.He's horrible.>> continues to break in my arms when the front door opens a second time and Peter penetrates with Dimitra following him.

<> commands as he rushes his keys into the compound next door; he crosses the long corridor and reaches us in the living room. But his daughter doesn't make a move to leave my warmth; how much I want to push her; to kill everyone in here; I quickly place the mask of the innocent on me and continue to carry out my role properly.

<> raises the tone of his voice and his wife after hanging her long coat on the monk approaches us agitated. She grabs his arm so he doesn't get close to his daughter but he doesn't pay attention to her.

<< Peter calmed down.>> he advises him but he doesn't talk. He's only looking at his daughter.

<> speaks more calmly. He tries to somehow draw her attention and succeeds. She turns sharply to his place and the rage does not take long to form in her beautiful eyes.

<> and with those beautiful words, she leaves on the steps to her room.

Peter gets the expression I've been hoping to see for so many years, and that makes me very happy. If I were alone I would smile at my achievement and the fact that I managed to make his daughter's relationship known is my first achievement. The follow-up, however, will be much more difficult for everyone in here.

With the glass fluid, I pass the glass material in the living room when Peter's voices are heard all the way to my place. The evil smile doesn't get out of my face when the son of the family comes into the house. His soft voice aeres me and my cloth leaves my hands. He looks at me and as soon as he hears his father screaming, the question is painted on his eyes.

<< What happened?>> He says the moment I bend over to lift the cloth to get on with my job.

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<> He's taking two steps towards me, and his black leather jacket still stays in his fit body. I swallow with difficulty, because of his exploratory gaze, and I recoil without not noting it. It makes me feel so exposed. Like he can read my thoughts.

Concentrate, I'm reprimanded when I tighten the cloth better on my palms. I turn my back on him and clean the glass without paying any further attention to him. So his steps echo to the opposite side, to the upper floor.

I leave the cloth and take him from behind to see if he gets involved in the fight, but his figure, instead of entering his sister's room, takes the course of his own room. I'm surprised, but without any more noise, I'm going back to the living room.

<> Phaedra screams as she walks down the stairs and a large suitcase hangs from her hand. Her parents, especially Peter, are rushing after her, but she doesn't seem to be hindered by anyone.

<> He's threatening her, but she doesn't seem to be paying attention.

She walks down the long aisle without even taking a look at me, and after she wears her coat, she opens the door, making her absence felt. Peter pulls the tufts of his hair while Dimitra falls desperately on the couch.

<> He mutters while his wife looks at the window, ignoring the words that escape from his lips. She doesn't care about anything other than her daughter's flight.

<> He suddenly bursts out and her gaze falls on him. Her manicured nails tighten the skin of the sofa and her eyes burn him as he puffs in. So without continuing it, he climbs the stairs and disappears into his retreat, the office.

<> I smile at her, and after she apologizes for the inconvenience, she allows me to leave.

So without thinking about it any more, I put my plan into practice. Phaedra's approach. I have to take her side, she has to trust me. I walk down the quiet corridor, grab my frayed jacket and walk out of the villa. I take a deep breath and walk away, passing first by the well-known guard.

I follow the path that leads to the beach and within two minutes I find myself looking at the peaceful beach, with the calm waters. I move closer to the sand and start ploughing the area with my gaze. I'm trying to distinguish Phaedra's starry hair, but instead of what I'm looking for, I find another familiar face on the bench above.