Mila and Jasmine had decided to go and look for Mr silver-eyed and they had to go to their father for that , but first - they had to go to their mother , the bougie Charlotte Woods and fire her with some questions that needed her answers .
Mila was nervous and she tried so hard to appear strong and confident as they head to where Suzan and Naomi , the two maids , had said they last seen their mother at .
As they neared the door , Mila halted and breathed through her tightened throat . She felt the tears threatened to spill down her eyes , but she refused .
It was all too much . And she just wished it was all a lie or a dream that she would soon wake up from . God , how she wished to wake up now from this awful nightmare.
Jasmine caressed her back and whispered tenderly ," I'm here ." The words weren't comforting to her and she just wished they could . They - well she , isn't yet sure if Jasmine is a full Woods . Her father did not mention Jasmine when he spoke of the betrayal her mother did to him but only talked about Mila , that she is not his daughter .
"I can't ." Mila muttered , but she was sure Jasmine didn't hear her but only got the hint when she stepped away from the door . As Jasmine turned , whatever words of comfort she had at the tip of her mouth , they were washed away when a guard approached them , running .
He's eyes were wide and soon , an alarm in the house went off and started alarming the people before it immediately went off . As the guard's mouths parted , about speak , the door behind them opened and Charlotte Woods stepped out the room , draped in a black Victoria Secrets satin robe and her hair resembling a bird's nest while she was breathing unevenly and her face reflecting with sweat . "Wha-"
"Mr Woods has been found dead lying on his couch at the library ." The guard cut of Charlotte's unheard words .
Eyes widened before more guards passed by them in a urgent pace . They rushed down the corridors as if they are being ambushed and it sudden clicked to Mila , who quickly dashed away from there .
"W-Wha...what?" Charlotte questioned , holing onto the door frame for dear life . As Jasmine rushed after Mila's guard , a man from inside the room behind Charlotte emerged out and noticed the devastated expression on Charlotte's face ," What is going on ?" He questioned , looking at the guard who looked disgustedly at Charlotte before he left too .
The guard could only click his tongue out of disgust at the woman's acts . Doesn't she have any dignity and respect for herself atleast?
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The two girls knelt infront of the lifeless body of their father , bowling their eyes out . Jasmine screamed and cried at the top of her lungs while Mila kept it low but when you near her , you could hear the heartbreaking sounds escaping from her lips .
Mila held on tightly onto her father's shirt , shaking him while she prayed in her heart that all of this is not true .
Jasmine was at his feet , her tears staining his pants while she cried and screamed .
While the two girls laughed , Augustus and two of the guards stood by the door of the small room . The former noticed the emotions through the siblings . The older daughter is still shocked and in denial , refusing to accept the situation while the younger daughter is showing their affection acceptance , it's called bargaining .
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The police were called by Charlotte Woods who believed her 'husband' was murdered . The police came with the paramedics to make sure that Maxwell Woods really is dead and after confirmation came the funeral home to transport the body to their facility . Mila wanted to leave with the funeral home , but she was refrained back by Conner and her mother . Her pain was the most suffering to witness . She refused to let go of him and it was clear .
Hours had passed , and Mila could tell as she had noticed every single ticking of the clock . She sat an all white room that her mother has especially designed for herself whenever she needed peace. Apparently her mother needed space away from her daughters too .
The room is completely white , from floor to ceiling . The four walls are white and a white large , comfy couch fills most of the space in the room and there is no other furniture in the room , everything is bare and monochromatic . The floor is white , ceiling is white , everything is white , including the nose in her mind . White noise .
The room she sat in was the only room without people downstairs , and it also has a full view of the yard outside . Surprisingly , the entire Wood family had shown up and off course , a family drama had went off to entertain whichever demon lingers around the corners of the house . The paparazzi had long arrived and are clamoring at the gates .
Pushing every thought about people at the back of her mind , she listens to the white noise in her mind .
The heated skin around her eyes and her bleeding heart were the only things she couldn't avoid . She felt like both were on fire , which they are .
She lies down before she closes her eyes shut only to opened them again . They burn . They are sore . Whatever she does : opens them or closes them , they still hurt , and she needs to sleep . She needed to escape this cruel world that is setting her heart on fire and hurting it ; hurting her. She would rather visit that nightmare where the only emotions that torment her are fear , anxiety and panic , rather than feeling this painful , very painful feeling in her heart .
She wants to stand still near that bush of red roses with thorns while looking at the figure who always stands at the end of the cliff and watch the moon as if that is the only thing that he has in his life and doesn't want to blink or move away from it , fearing someone will steal it away. And so she did . She slept ; forcing her burning eyelids shut and went to meet the figure , but this time , the figure was near her . So near , but his back still faced her . It's like he doesn't see or senses her .
She trembled behind the bush with red roses . Her anxiety seeping in and goosebumps rising on her skin , exactly what she wanted .