Waking up in the middle of the night with her throat parched, Ophelia sat up and looked around in her dark bedroom. *yawn* she stretched her arms out, moved her blanket and stepped out of bed... and saw the pitcher and cup in her room. She walked over and tried to pour some water in her cup only to realize nothing was coming out. She tried to ring the bell to signal for a maid... but no one came. So she put on her robe over her nightgown and put on her slippers, opened her door and walked down the hall, heading towards the kitchen that was on the main level on the 1st floor, coming from the 3rd floor.
Ophelia arrived in the kitchen to find the lights had been turned off, so no one was there. She went and grabbed a glass and fill up with water. Of course she sipped her glass and then looked around to find some cookies that was put away. She took some out and munched for a bit until she was satisfied. Then she thought of her mother, so she made some chamomile tea with some honey and gathered some cookies to share, in case her mother was awake and set then set them on a tray and headed towards the 2nd floor, where her parents room both reside.
She reached the 2nd floor, and started walking down the hall when she saw her father's door opened with the light on, she heard her father grunting and breathing heavily and she became worried. She knew he had been drinking heavily everytime he was home and thought maybe he had fallen on the floor trying to get up. So she rushed to his door with the tray still in her hands to see her father's bare ass on top of young woman.
She dropped the tray
"What in the fuck is going on?!"
Both William and Lyria were startled and looked up to see Opheila looking at them with rage
Ophelia seeing Lyria's face... that little snake, I'll put that little bitch in her place.. how dare she try become between my mother and father!
William pulled out of lyria, put on his robe and tried to walk Ophelia outside so he could calm her down
Lyria sat up and covered her naked body up with the covers with a face looking innocent.
William walks out with Ophelia.
" What in the fuck is wrong with you?"
William tried to calm Ophelia down
" Dear, please calm down. I know your upset and I'm sorry you had to witness what you saw"
" I bet you are sorry! Sorry that you got caught"
William trying to remain calm
"But Dear, I did not intend this affair. it just happened, At first I mistakened lyria for your mother, and then it just happened."
" what a bullshit excuse! Do you really expect me to do believe that? That little bitch planned this"
" Ophelia, will you please stop cursing? I understand that your upset, this isn't Lyria's fault. The fault is on me"
" You damn right your not innocent, but neither is that stupid maid. Is it in her job description to warm your bed? She's supposed to be taking care of mother but instead she's here playing with you. How dare she?"
"Look dear, although I really didn't have explain my actions to you. This is my decision. You do not have a say in what goes on between lyria and I. But I will say this, Lyria is doing a wonderful job taking care of your mother. you should be grateful that your mother has someone like Lyria, and because Lyria is kind and thoughtful young woman, she also took out the time to check on me, even though she did not have too, when no one else has. Ever since your mother became sick, I have been sick with worry... watching someone who has been by my side since we were young."
"But father, we do worry about you! That's just an excuse, your the one who has isolated himself, but this isn't about you. It's about Mother. She needs all the support she can get from her family, that includes you"
"Ophelia, I also have needs.... watching your mother going through this has really made me sick to the point to where I am not able to be in the same room with her, although it is not her fault... I cannot bear it. And it's made me depressed to the point to where I'm having trouble seeing what's infront of me. But if I can focus my attention on somewhere else, that isn't so dark... then I should have that. Let me have that."
Ophelia listened to her father and pondered.
" I just don't understand what sleeping with Lyria has to do anything? How is that supposed to help you? It's only going to hurt and destroy our family... is that what you want? to see mother also in despair while she is so sick? Have you thought about how mother might feel?
William looked at his daughter
"Hun, you also need to think about your mother. Do you really want to be the reason she becomes upset? Why would you want to stress her out?"
Ophelia feeling conflicted after hearing her father's side.
Ophelia looked at her father
"Well, I'm still not okay with this and honestly I do not know if I will tell mother or not. But what your doing is very selfish and honestly I do not know if you and I will ever be the same. I will never accept Lyria, whether it's tonight or years to come. What you have done has destroyed my views of you."
And with that, Ophelia took her leave and went back to her room for the the night
Ophelia decided instead of visiting her mother that night, that it would better if she went back to her room and collected her thoughts.
So as soon as she entered her bedroom, she walked back over to her bed after taking off her robe, she plopped down to her bed faced down on her pillow and screamed. she was still furious.
She thought about Lyria at first... she didn't know what it was when she first met her, but there was just something about her smile that had creeped her out, she did not express what she was feeling in case she was wrong.
But she took good care of my mother, but she always felt that was a little sly. She hoped her suspension was wrong.. she wanted to be wrong... but there was always something.
Her father was the most surprising though.... she just kept thinking back to the time before her mother became sick. He was the perfect family man and always smiled when mother smiled. So she was suprised when he stopped coming around after mother became ill. Ophelia knew he was depressed and how much he was affected... but she didn't understand why he kept himself away from even his daughters. Why couldn't we be his outlet? Why couldn't he talk to us? Aren't we just as important as mom?
Ophelia still felt conflicted, her mind finally settled and she was able to shut her eyes and drift off to her sleep