Chapter 15 In This House.
~Haven.
“Then why don't you just embrace the hatred then? It's not so hard, is it?” I asked, eyes gnawing at him.
Walter heaved a sigh. “You think this is easy for me? That I have to run after you? I don't want any of this either! I just fucking want you, yet you keep making it so hard!” He screamned.
I laughed.
I couldn't help it.
It escaped my lips before I could control it.
“You're getting angry?” I asked, hands folded. “You're getting frustrated, aren't you? You can't warp me around your hand like you thought you would?” I asked.
His face dropped.
He took a step closer. “Haven,” he called.
“Don't you dare,” I spat. “Does any of this even make sense to you? I meant nothing to you before now, Walter. So why the change?” I asked, trying to keep my face straight.
But truth be told, Walter was messing with my head.
He didn't care. I was sure he didn't…now here he is…. Acting like his life depends on being with me.
“Yes. I didn't care but now I do. It's not so hard to understand, is it?”
I laughed.
Oh, Haven. …. You've suffered.
“Fine then. Imagine I agree. To whatever it is you're asking me for. What's next?” I asked.
Walter fell silent for a while. “We'll be happy. We'll both be happy…..”
“But you'll still he married to Hannah. And me? I'll remain in the background like I always have. Pleading for whatever attention is left. I don't want that life for me anymore, Walter,” I stated.
Walter remained quiet, avoiding my gaze.
“Walter,” I called, my voice holding every hint of pain I had left inside me. “I've been through enough already. My parents hate me, my sister distests me. And yes, admitted. I was stupid enough to think the better life I sorted would come with you but it didn't. And it's enough that I'm alone in this world, just stop making things hard for me already, would you?” I asked, tears layering in my eyes.
“But Haven….”
“Walter please. You beat up Harrington and you chased Ethan off after calling him a thief. You're only making me hate you more…..stop it already. I already have enough hatred in my heart. Don't make me add to it.”
I held my dress before returning into the room.
After quietly shutting the door behind me, I sat on the ground and my whole body suddenly felt sore.
I wanted Walter….I still did. I loved him but… it made no sense.
He already belongs to Hannah now and nothing changes that fact. Even if he loves me back, he'll always be married to Hannah. I've been the shadows enough…. I need to step out of it.
……
I could barely breathe…. Being in the same house with Walter was harder than i thought it would be.
It was harder avoiding his gaze.
He barely said anything, but the way his eyes lingered on my body longer than it should made my heart race.
It was finally evening and Walter had left for God knows where.
I sat in the living, my eyes constantly drifting towards the wall clock. It was past 11:00 and he wasn't back yet.
I'm not waiting… I'm not worried.
I just……. Don't like being alone.
He went out.
Probably with someone else…and it has nothing to do with me, does it? It's a good thing.
He's finally ignoring me and….
The door open and before I could get a hold of myself, I sprinted towards the door.
I halted when Hannah's eyes met mine. Walter was standing behind her, one hand holding her bags and the other supporting her waist from behind.
“Oh,” I gasped.
Hannah looked pale, barely recovering. But even though she wasn't well, they was Walter held her and carried her bag slapped me back into my senses.
He's hers.
Hannah didn't utter a word, and neither did I.
There was no need to say anything…to argue. I didn't want Walter anymore.
He's all hers.
I stepped away from the door, trying to find my way back into the guest room when Hannah's voice sounded behind me.
“Why were you so happy to get the door. You were waiting for him, weren't you?” She asked.
I heaved a sigh.
I hated it. The fact that I was even though I'd sworn to stay away from him. I turned, my eyes met Walter's… a part of him hoping that I was truly waiting for him to return.
“No,” I lied through my teeth.
Walter's demeanor shifted, but he caught himself before anyone notice.
“What are you doing in my house?” She asked, her eyes beaming with hatred.
“Father asked me to come here. I didn't want it. He planned it with Walter. Ask him,” my voice was just as cold as it should be.
I didn't want trouble. Not anymore.
“Why didn't you refuse!” She screamned.
“Hannah,” Walter called, almost cautioning her.
“Like I have a choice when father makes a decision,” I reminded.
Hannah scoffed. “stay away from my husband and I,” she warned.
“I don't want anything to do with him anymore either,” I said as I walked away. Then it struck me. Hannah looked like she could barely walk….. “You came over because you…. Because I'm here?” I asked. I couldn't help the laugh that escaped my lips.
“Is that how pathetic you are, Hannah?”
“Isn't it enough reason?” Hannah spat.
“Walter,” I said with a warm smile. “You're not that handsome,” I whispered, right in front of Hannah… “I don't want him anymore. Not after I found out he's so… worth it,” I smiled.
I looked into Walter's eyes and I could tell he wanted to explode.
Beautiful.
“And what's that supposed to……”
Before Hannah finished, the door pushed open, revealing Mason. The cook.
His eyes met mine, before drifting towards Hannah.
His eyes widened….he gasped….mouth wide agape.
“Miss. Blake,” he said, looking at me….then his eyes met Hannah's. “Or are you?”.......
Fuck….that was it….where everything was ruined.
Mason didn't know about me. He didn't know Hannah was a twin. He'd thought she was me all this while…and I? I'd been sleeping with Walter. In this house ….
I'm doomed.