Vanilla's POV
She is here the next day, helping me to shower and with a set of clothes I could wear, a big hoodie and jeans precisely as she helps brushes my hair.
She does so softly, taking her time, even though I want to leave this place, even though the idea of being in the hospital made me sick to the stomach and all I wanted to do was see the boys.
"Mistress..."
"Shhhh"
I keep quiet as she keeps brushing, before I feel her pack the hair, just the same way she does hers then kiss the top of my head "I love you very much Vanilla. No matter what happens. Do you understand?"
I turn around to face her "I love you too Mistress"
She gives me a small smile, before leaning in to kiss me.
I at first worried about the fact that we were in the hospital and anyone could barge in and see us but as if she knew no one would, she kept kissing me, not forcefully.
Carefully as she always was.
As she always had been.
When she pulls away, I am breathless and she is staring into my eyes, somehow I want to cry, because I love her very much in a way that I feel like I will explode sometimes but when she looks at me, I..
Feel safe.
As we get to the car, she straps me into my seatbelt kissing me one more time as she does so.
I know that she is not the touchy type, no, that's not it, not the kissing type.
The boys were.
She always seemed content watching us and smiling.
I hold her hand "Mistress? Is everything alright?"
"Why do you ask?" She asks, brushing away a lose strand of my hair from my face, the motion causing goosebumps on my skin.
"You're acting... Different" I say "Not bad different. It's just... Not the same"
She smiles again, cupping my face "Do I tell you that I love you?"
"Always" I find myself whispering.
"Then everything is alright as long as you believe that my darling" She says, pulling away and starting up the car.
Our whole ride has her playing the songs I had requested before, she is silent, her face blank of emotions as usual and I keep staring at it.
Hoping it would somehow make her tell me something.
But it does not.
Instead, when we get to the house and we're both of the car, she says I have to go in alone.
"The boys aren't home yet?" I ask, disappointment obvious in my voice.
She shakes her head "I am sorry that they are not my love. Ever since you were hospitalized, they decided to resume the extracurricular activities they participated in before you came in school, so I permitted them. They would be here soon anyway, don't you worry your pretty head"
"And you?" I ask.
"Work" She says simply "It's your home as much as ours. There is nothing to be afraid of"
"I know but..."
But something is wrong.
Mistress isn't okay.
I can tell.
I can FEEL it.
"Vanilla"
She pulls me into her body and her scent of us comes to my nostrils as she says "Do you love me?"
"I do" I say, not hesitating.
She smiles, raising my hand to her lips "Perfect. You are everything perfect beloved"
I'm blushing, hot but I say nothing as she says "As long as you love me, and I love you. Everything will be alright. It is hard to understand now, but you will soon"
I want to tell her to tell me now, maybe the boys are hurt, maybe they don't want me anymore.
But all she does is smile and walk away from me, entering the car and driving out of the house.
When I go in, everywhere is deadly quiet and still intact.
There is soft music playing in the background, italian maybe but THAT only tells me someone is in the house.
I walk to the kitchen, quietly, not sure of what to do except that I carry a spatula because I couldn't find the frying pan and I didn't want to hurt anyone.
Maybe I am overreacting, maybe I'm crazy.
But the boys weren't home and I wasn't sure I wanted to be surprised as I have been lately.
Though after I come out of the kitchen and stare up the stairs...
I'm not sure if a spatula could do anything.
The male that is already halfway down, shirtless with tattoos over his body, black hair over his face and a cigarette in his mouth stares down at me with obvious disdain in his eyes "Who are you?"
I gulp, because...
Because he is damn shirtless and his abs are obviously shiny for some reason but his eyes...
They stare at me, red, hateful.
They remind me of someone though I'm not even sure who.
I don't know when he reaches me but when he does, he is choking me, raising me from the ground as I struggle while he says "Who are you?"
I cough, splitter, try to get him off before I find myself using the spatula to slap his face.
The reaction is immediate as he throws me away and I land on a couch while he curses and holds his face.
I pant heavily, grabbing the thing tightly as he looks at me, his eyes now burning up as I see the red imprint I left on his cheeks "You bit..."
"Master Alessandro"
We both turn, meeting Alex standing at the door of the house, ever prim with his eyes on both of us "And Miss Vanilla"
"Vanilla?" The male spits out, turning to me "You're one of them? You're... You're the girl?"
"Yeah, say it like that one more time and I'd be using this spatula to slap and dry your balls"
"You little..."
"I would like you to know that Miss Vanilla is under Miss Sweet's care" Alex cuts in "Any damage done to her would cause her wrath. We both know you don't want that Master Alessandro"
Alessandro...
I look at his face, the jaws, the eyes...
The way his veins pop on his face..
Alessandro!
"You..." I pause "You're Strawberry's brother?"
"And you're a little irritating rat" He snaps back.
And then, I laugh.
As I laugh, I can tell he's confused, no, he looks it and that makes me laugh more before he says "And pray tell me what is funny?"
I pause for a while, smiling now "It's just... You're exactly like Ber. Except he doesn't smoke. Don't smoke. It blackens your lungs"
"And why should I listen to you?" He asks.
"I don't know" I say "Probably because I just slapped you with a spatula?"
His eyes flare up again as Alex says "Will you be fine Miss?"
"Yes" I say to him with a smile "It was just a simple misunderstanding"
"A simple misunderstanding would be after I...."
"I really don't want us fighting Mr Alessandro" I cut in, turning to him "And you're bleeding. I must have slapped you hard. Like a fly. Haha! Get it?"
Alex is already gone when I walk to him as he grabs my wrist, hard "I don't know what you're playing at but..."
"This hurts very much but you must know that I have lived with Ber and he can be a bit rough so whatever you're doing would only feel like a funny memory repeating itself" I cut in "I just want to touch your face, to see how much it hurts. I already feel bad"
"Why would you feel bad?" He snaps, again, which is getting annoying "I came at you first"
"And you're Ber's brother" I reply "If anything, you deserve special treatment. Hey, I'm sorry I hit you like the fly you are, no offense but if you crush my wrist, he might crush yours"
He laughs "You think I am scared of little Strudel?"
Strudel?
"Maybe you're not, but I doubt you'd like the four of them coming after you" I say with a smile "Mistress included as the fifth, but if you let me go, right now, I'd forget you tried strangling me and we'd go watch some movies together, sound fun?"
His grip releases a bit but he is still holding unto me "You sly bitch. You know what they could do for you, don't you?"
"I never ask them to, and I truly wish that no one gets hurt for my sake. I may never forgive myself" I say "That is why I try to make you leave me now. If they come and see us watching a movie together, they might not come after you"
He stares at me for a while, still not letting go as I laugh "Plus, I really want to know more about Ber from you"
"I won't tell you anything"
"Fair enough, I didn't expect you to smoothly answer me" I reply "I can already tell you would be hostile, as Ber was. I don't mind really. Tell me, action or horror?"
He suddenly shoves me away, his face in a snarl "I will never be seem with a... Low form like you. You disgust me"
I smile "Trust me, I have heard that song millions of times from Ber"
"I'm not him!"
"Yes, I know that, you smoke"
"You're almost annoying as the stupid gay one!"
"Coco? Ha! How did I know it was Coco even. I am gifted aren't I?"
"No, you're sick, in the head. For coming back here, you obviously..."
"Don't belong here, blah blah blah" I reply, still smiling "I've heard that too. Just meet me at the theatre room in ten minutes. It's boring here. I'm sure you're bored too. So try being nice"
He stares at me, and It's funny, because I have seen that look before.
Okay, no
Then, I was too scared of Ber and the look of irritation was there.
Now it's a look of madness, confusion, and most of all.
'You must be insane'
Why does it make me giddy?
I smile and brush last him, walking up.the stairs "Ten minutes sir"
This is going to be fun.