Chapter 52 Gone
“Elara.” I heard a voice when I quickly hid the files and I still stood where I was, my heart skipped a beat, it was beating faster than I imagined and my eyes filled with tears, no matter what I did, the tears didn’t stop falling.
When I felt Adrian touch me from behind, I almost jolted in my position, yet I stayed as calm as I could.
“Are you okay?” He asked, and I didn’t want to turn.
I was between scared and worried, how could he do all of this and still be calm, how could Papa do this, I wanted to trust my father’s judgment yet I was scared, this is from his office after all so he knew about all of this and Adrian. He never told me the truth about anything.
I softly turned around and my eyes were on his.
“I miss papa,” I whispered, I did miss him, if he was here, he will tell me what to do, yes he will me be mad I went behind his back to find this, but at least he will assure me that I didn’t have to worry about anything, at least he will assure me that, I didn’t have anything to worry about and I needed fo keep calm.
Adrian wrapped his hand around me and he pulled me closer to him.
“You will never lie to me will you?”
“Why .” He asked and I didn’t speak.
“I just, I just need to know I can trust someone the way I trusted papa, whenever there is a war, I was never scared because I knew that my papa will make sure I am safe, because I knew that, I didn’t have anything to worry about and because I knew that, no matter what did happen, he would always be there to make sure I am safe.”
“I will make sure you are safe, I didn’t just make a promise to you, I made a promise to your papa too.” He said and I nodded
He led me out of the closet, and into the room, my body shivered with cold as I rested on the bed and he rested beside me.
I was nervous and scared. Why did he feel the need to lie to me if he didn’t do any of that, did he have a reason for doing that, he killed a ten-year-old,
Holden was ten when he died, what could he have done to deserve that, he is just a kid, he didn’t have a full kind of his one, he would easily be manipulated and gaslighted into doing horrible things.
“What are you thinking about, you don’t have to tell me but I have a feeling it’s going to make you better.”
“When my mama was gone, I always thought papa would find someone. At first I didn’t want him to because I didn’t want him to replace her so fast, I was scared when she did return she will hate that we didn’t even waste no time in moving on, but after a couple of years I wanted him to find happiness somewhere else, I knew that no one would replace my mom, but it didn’t mean he can’t be happy.” I stated.
“He loved her till he died, he always talked about her you know. When he spoke about you, he spoke in reference of her, he would say you are just like your mom that he didn’t tell you that because he never wanted to hurt you, because you don’t remember much about her.” He said and my eyes filled with more tears
How could he lie here and talk about all this, how could he not even tell me that he could relate to what I felt? Why did he feel like lying would be the best.
He is going to ruin us, I didn’t want to confront him, not yet.
“You had a real family, before it was taken away, tell me how it was,” I asked, waiting for at least some parts of the truth or it’s just going to be lies
Was his stepmother bad? Is that why he killed her, was the other bad too, is that why he killed them
Is he trying to find Harry to make sure he is dead too, I have a feeling he didn’t stop looking for Harry, he is still looking for him
“Tell me.”
“We were like the perfect family, we would have breakfasts together, mom would always make the meal because she loved cooking and she felt like, there was no need for someone to be in her kitchen when she could cook perfectly well, she hated the idea of seeing another woman in her kitchen, the maids only clean when she is not there, she didn’t want their help no matter how much the stress was.”
Yet he killed her
He spoke so fondly of her and yet he didn’t think twice when he made sure that she was dead. When he made sure her kids were dead and her husband was dead too.
“She made Thanksgiving dinner all by herself,” I asked and he nodded.
“She didn’t care about the workload and she made traditions for us, she wanted us to always have fun, as we got older, we started to think it was boring having traditions so she switched it up for us, made it a bit more fun, you know how teenagers can be.” He said and I am tempted to roll my eyes at him
I didn’t do that, I only pretended to be happy about it and I had the biggest smile on my face. It’s sweet that he lied to me but I hated every part of it. I hated that he would even do this.
I hate that he thinks I am dumb enough not to know the truth and that day he caught me, I am sure he was happy he found me before I read the files
I was about to speak when in a second, the room went dark and a sound filled my ears.