Fun game
“Don’t turn your face away, pick up the phone and pretend you’re talking to someone,” Silas instructed.
“Silas, what are you doing?” I ask confused.
I hear him laugh and my heart sinks. His laugh is cold and evil, there is no longer that touch of joy and lightness.
I see him pull out a gun and point it at me. This is no joke.
"Why?" I ask and the feeling of betrayal I already felt increases.
“Because it was fun” he says without caring “At first it was out of curiosity, but then you showed me that you were hiding something and it was so easy to gain your trust”
My hands shake and he sees.
“Always pathetic,” he says with disgust.
“I trusted you,” my voice is low and angry.
“Terrible idea” he laughs and then adds “You were so desperate for attention, to be taken care of that a crumb of sympathy I threw at you was enough”
“No, that’s not true” my voice comes out almost desperate “We spent many moments together, you helped me and took care of me”
“Everything was a lie Elena” he says angrily “The moments and everything were for me to get the information I wanted, you were a fun game to play”
I shake my head in disbelief.
This cannot be true.
“You’re lying” I say vehemently “the Silas I knew isn’t like that, no matter what happens you don’t need to act like that”
He laughs at me, at my despair.
"It was that night, wasn't it? Is someone threatening you?" I ask trying to find a reason.
“That night I met Eloisa” he says with admiration “She is a special girl, her ambitions and imagination are extraordinary”.
“W-what do you mean by that?” I ask hurt.
“After you told me what was happening at your house, I was at least curious to meet your twin sister” he admits “Who in their right mind would let them do what they did to you”
My stomach drops.
“I met her in front of her house the next day, I introduced myself to her” he says smiling “She, being the spoiled girl she was, saw that I had money, something you never cared about, unlike you she threw herself into my arms”.
“You mean you hooked up with Eloisa?” I ask in disbelief.
“Where do you think the idea of faking my death for you came from?” he asks me ironically.
My blood boils with hate.
“I heard your heart stop” I say and hold back the tears.
“Medicines and before you ask me the blood was fake” he says calmly.
"Who are you?" I ask, not recognizing the boy next to me.
“I’m Silas Sinclair, the middle son of the American mafia” he smiles evilly and my world freezes “And Eloisa’s boyfriend”
I feel my breath catch in my throat. The same boy who arrested my father. The same one who ordered me to be kidnapped.
“Breathe, darling, I still don’t have what I want from you” he says with affection that I’ve heard several times in his voice.
This now makes me sick.
“What do you want, Silas?” my voice is choked by the tears I'm holding back.
“See how scared you are Elena” he says and holds my wrist making me moan in pain “See how miserable you are”
He pulls my sleeve revealing my cuts.
I pull my wrist hard and he laughs.
“Where is Eloísa?” He asks me, "I found out what she set you up with and after that she got in a car with her family and disappeared. So, honey, I want to know, where is she?"
“She's in hell, which is where she deserves to be” I say hatefully and I can hear him growl in anger.
“I’m not kidding, Elena, I have no regard for you, so don’t mess with me,” he says angrily. “I can be worse than Edgar, darling.”
My hand trembles, but I don’t lower my head.
“She’s your girlfriend, not mine, so go after her yourself,” I say and stand up. “It’s over, Silas, and before I forget, send my regards to Chris; at least someone in the family has to be good-looking.”
I leave before he threatens me or anything. My security guard sees me leaving and follows me.
I don’t look back and only start to relax when I get in the car.
The security guard drives me home while I desperately try to hold back the tears that fill my eyes.
But why can’t I cry? That promise I made is worthless now.
None of those moments mean anything anymore.
I believed him; I let him in again. The car stops in front of the entrance and I thank the security guard for accompanying me.
I get out of the car and stand in the driveway. I look at the house and try to control the emotions in my chest before going inside.
But I can't.
I see the front door open and hear my brothers coming out. They take a while to see me standing in the driveway.
Vicente is the first to notice me; he looks at me intently and then realizes something is wrong.
He quickly catches up to me.
Hot tears stream down my face as I hug him tightly. I cry in his arms like a child.
I let the pain and betrayal burning in my chest out in the form of tears. The same tears I repressed because of Silas.
I feel Vicente lift me up and come inside with me.
He sits on the sofa with me while I clutch his shirt and cry, feeling hurt.
"Baby, calm down," Matteo pleads, but I only sob louder.
I hear my brothers wondering what happened.
Lorenzo says he'll ask the security guard who accompanied me if anything unusual happened while we were outside.
My body tires of crying after a while and the tears stop, but I continue sobbing against Vicente's chest.
Lorenzo returns minutes later saying that I answered a call and that, apart from that, nothing abnormal happened.
"Elena," Vicente whispers softly in my ear, "Can you tell us what happened?"
I let go of his shirt and move away from his chest to whisper in his ear.
"He betrayed me," I say, and the tears start to fall again. "I was always a game to him, Vicente, he was never my friend, every moment was just a game."
I wipe away my tears and Vicente looks at me with understanding.
"Were you talking to Silas on the phone?" he asks, and I shake my head negatively.
"The phone was a distraction, he was right there next to me," I say, a sob escaping. “He faked his own death with Eloisa’s help; all along I was just a pastime for those two.”
Tears drip onto Vicente’s shirt.
“He was only interested in me because of Fernando,” I say, looking at my father.
I feel like everyone is confused, from me to our father.
“His name is Silas Sinclair, he’s the middle son of the American mafia,” I say, feeling like an idiot. “All along he was only interested in us because we were daughters of the Italian mafia.”
I sigh, my hands trembling.
“He was never a true friend,” I say, my voice breaking.
Vicente hugs me again as I start crying again.