Chapter 107 Last supper
Madison's POV
"You all are here. Come, come."
I beckoned, dropping the last plate of food on the table.
Displayed on the table were varieties of dishes. I had woken up early to do this. Luckily, one of the maids couldn't sleep as well and offered to help me out.
My father looked at my mother, his forehead creased in confusion and then looked at me.
Santiago was the first to sit down, his eyes bulging out at the sight of food.
Bianca frowned but sat down anyway, her hands crossed.
I was going to address that later.
"Stop standing, Father. Sit down. You too, Mother." I pointed at their seats.
My mother waited for my father to sit down first.
"What's going on, Madison. What's the occasion?" My father finally spoke the mind of almost everybody.
'Almost', because Santiago didn't really seem interested in me.
"I just want to live today. I want to have a good day because the nights can be stormy." Sighing, I began to serve them.
"You speak in parables." My mother said, eyeing me with concern.
"It's just as simple as it sounds, mother. There's no underlying message."
Just like I had practiced for over a week, since Alessandro Bianchi denied us ... I was being on my best behavior.
Forcing a smile.
Trying to fit in this once.
You know, see if I can do it.
Was it going great?
Fuck no.
My cheek hurt from smiling.
My whole body ached from being too extra with the varieties of dishes.
My heart bled.
My baby formed within me, causing me anxiety.
"This is awesome. You can cook this good?" Santiago praised, licking the sauce off his lips.
I chuckled, taking my seat.
"You're not eating?" My father raised his eyebrow at me, his fork mid-air.
"I'll eat. I'm already filled from watching y'all eat." My smile didn't meet my eyes, but somehow I was still able to sell it off.
He nodded, munching on the food faster than normal.
"Bianca, I'm sorry for showing up out of the blue and threatening your position. Trust me, I'll be gone soon and you would have it all to yourself." I told her, placing my hand on her shoulder.
She stopped eating, her eyes growing wide.
"I... You... I don't ... Thank you?" She stuttered. "No. I mean..."
"It's fine. I just want us to be good." I squeezed her hand lightly before turning my attention to my father.
"I'm sorry I showed up late to your life, father. I'm sorry I don't meet your expectations but that'll all end. Everything will go back to normal." I smiled up at him.
"I just want the best for you. You're my child." Yeah right. The best for me, indeed. "You're getting married to Russo in 7 days anyway. Everything is being put in place."
"That's great!" Clasping my hand, I said.
He smirked, nodding. "Hmmm. I see. You both are bonding now, isn't it?"
"We are."
"I told you!" He laughed, nodding his head in happiness.
He didn't care about my happiness.
What I wanted was baseless to him.
"And mother, thank you for doing what you thought was right. I'm not going to bring you much troubles anymore." I said softly. "I want you to be good with Father. For my sake."
"O..okay." Worry was laced in her voice. "Are you okay? Want us to talk privately or something?"
"Oh no! I'm good." I said immediately, putting on a big smile like it was a new skin.
Then I turned to Santiago. "We didn't have a lovely meet but I'm happy to have you as my big brother. Hopefully, in our next lives we'd meet in a normal circumstance."
He paused his food, looking at me.
His eyes had grown soft.
"Awww baby sis." He cooed. "You're a sweet little girl, ain't ya?"
"I'm happy you're back to your senses. Alessandro almost infiltrated you."
Almost?
He already did.
With his child.
"Thank you, Father."
The rest of the time at the dinning table was spent eating without verbal communication. I only took something light and a glass of water.
My father and brother left for business. Bianca went out on a spa date with her clique of friends. My mother had her flowers to nurture...it usually took her an hour to nurture them.
She was obsessed with flowers.
It was surprising she didn't name any of us after flowers.
"That was a lot." I muttered to myself, shutting my door.
Rave wagged its tail on seeing me. I picked it up, smiling at it.
So cute.
"It's tough." I said to it, sitting down on the bed.
It didn't say anything, just moving a lot in my hand out of excitement.
I wish I felt same way.
My world felt dark.
No matter how hard I tried to lighten it up or pretend that it was light.
"Father is going to flip if he hears about my present condition. He'll have me remove it." I said, sadly.
Sighing, I hugged the Cavapoo to my chest.
"I don't want this type of life, Rave. We don't deserve this. We deserve better."
Whoof!
"See? You agree with me, don't you?" I chuckled, slowly dropping her down. "If you get to Alessandro, tell him I love him. Can you...can you do that for me?"
Whoof!
"I'm counting on you, big guy." I chuckled, watching it run to play with its toy. It was so carefree.
I wanted that too.
My eyes fell to the room, reminding me where I belonged.
This was my reality.
And I may be a coward for wanting something else and trying to change it...
But I didn't mind.
Only one with the burden, knew how it heavy it was.
Shutting my eyes, I inhaled deeply before exhaling. Then I walked to my nightstand, pulling out a drawer.
I held the small bottle in my grip, tightly.
My eyes stung with tears as I looked at my reflection in the dresser opposite my nightstand.
I bit my lips, turning away.
I couldn't stand my own self too.
With trembling fingers, I uncorked the bottle, pouring out it's content in my palm.
1.2.3...7
That was a lot.
Yet, nothing in me was fighting against it.
"I'm sorry, my love." My other hand dropped to my stomach, my eyes watering with tears. "I'm so sorry!" The tears finally slipped, my heart aching.
I couldn't even breathe well.
Not thinking twice, I threw the pills in my mouth. The bitter taste scraped the back of my throat as it slipped down.
Oh God, I did it.
My chest heaved up and down frantically.
My eyes grew wide.
Fuck.
My chest begun to tighten, my breath hitching bit by bit, closing up on me.
I opened my mouth to inhale but nothing could get inside.
Tears poured down my face as I clutched my chest, slipping to the ground slowly.
My body shook rigorously once it touched the cold tiles, foam gushing out of my mouth.
"Come with me, Raven!" Alessandro stretched his hand. "We can be together here. Take my hand."
I tried.
I wanted to.
But my body had given up
My soul - left.