Chapter 17 I'm Not MIA
6 years ago
Sade
I knew she started her period. As always what I do is watch. I watch at home through the cameras I have placed everywhere. In school, it's the school's cameras, and some carried by the students I have watching her.
She had gone to the girls' restroom and I could tell she didn't feel well. I didn't have a camera in there however. I sent a text to one of my female watchers, and she managed to get there shortly before Rain left. She sent me a message stating it was her period.
This was her first, so I knew she had nothing, as her stupid bitch of a mother had never taken care of getting her supplies when it happened. I know that the staff buys supplies for Zoey, so I decided to help her.
I contacted Angelo, our house manager, and had him pick up a box of miscellaneous supplies. He stated he would ask the cook which items to procure. I had told him that it was acceptable.
I was pleased to see they had followed my instructions about getting a wide variety of items for her, as I was certain she didn't yet know what she'd prefer. I had also researched things that could possibly help; thus, the heating pad and pain medication. I had the candy and pajamas set aside as gifts for her already, and it seemed like a good time to give them to her.
Perhaps most males of my age would be embarrassed or disgusted with a female's period. I was not, especially as it was, Rain. She could do nothing that would not fascinate me or would disgust me. I already knew that she would be my end goal when she was an adult, just as I knew I would make sure I was hers.
As a sophomore I had already started cultivating what I would need to accomplish all of the goals I was setting for myself. The largest goal of my life as I saw it would be Rain. Someday she would be mine. Someday I would be hers. Someday we will be a family and raise our children together.
I have begun to work with Tomilino, and he had informed me some time ago that I was the only reason he still kept my dad around. He could see great potential in someone like me, and he had the perfect place in the family for me. So, though I was still only 16, they had started to teach me things, and mold me into what they wished for me to be for them. I found I flourished in that environment. It fed those darker parts of myself I had to otherwise keep locked down tight.
Having this relationship also helped me to create an environment that I found suitable for Rain. I made sure no boys approached her, they knew she was off limits. They knew she would remain off limits throughout high school as well. No one was allowed to bully or harass her in any way. I had a network of students in her different classes that I had basically hired to be my eyes and ears, and help me watch her.
Most people just thought I was an over protective big brother, but in all honesty I had never been Rain’s brother. Not in blood, not in mind, and definitely not in emotion. I had always seen her as my fascination. Now, as I am older, that has begun to take on new parameters. If someone outside of my head heard me speak about her, they would most likely think I was a pervert, or sick individual. That is not the case. I don’t see Rain in any type of sexual light at this moment, in fact that idea sickens me. No, I just know that there will be a day that that dynamic changes between us. I am looking to the future, and planning for then.
My father had purchased me a new Mercedes for my 16th birthday. I drove it to school, because it was expected. I wasn’t overly happy about it because that was time I could have been in the same vehicle as Rain, but this was necessary. I still had a role to play and an image to present to the world. It was all smoke and mirrors, but for me, that was absolutely necessary.
Zoey had heeded my advice. I think she realized the “accidental” fire at Travis’s house showed how incredibly serious I was about consequences for her should she continue to harass and bully Rain in any way. Now, she was basically a warm body that took up space in the house. I didn't interact with her at all and neither did Rain. She had a group of friends who she spent all of her time with. Our driver gave me reports of where he drove her and who was with her. I kept them, though I honestly didn’t care.
The parents had been going around a lot, and I had no idea why they did so honestly. Tomilino once told me that he was not the one who sent my father to so many places. My father and now my stepmother, were the ones who decided to go off here or there constantly. He explained what I hadn’t known about until right now. My father had received an extremely big life insurance payout when my mother passed. She also didn’t die of ovarian cancer as I had been led to believe.
She died when I was 7 and Zoey was 4. Now, I had no memories of her being sick, but I honestly didn’t really have many memories of her at all. The way that my father and Suzanne lived now, was the way my father and mother had lived previously. Supposedly there was an accident, a car accident to be precise. Tomilino thought there might be quite a bit more to it, but as of yet, he was unable to verify that with facts rather than a gut feeling. As Don he wasn’t able to act on his feelings only, with family, he had to be able to know with concrete proof if my father was responsible for her death.
So, my father worked for Tomilino, and he kept his eyes on him, but the vast majority of the money came from my mother’s money she had when she married my father, and the life insurance payout he received after her accident. I had a feeling some day, I would look into that and I would ferret out the truth once and for all. Until then, I did what I did best, I watched. In the rare moments I wasn’t watching Rain, I would watch the parents, as there were plans I was also making for them at some point in the future.
So for now, I watched, waited, and weaved my plans together.