Chapter 53 : Poison In The Cake
Chapter 53: Poison In The Cake
Sophie
I needed Sarah, I needed to know if she was safe. Her family was bad, that much I knew and her father was bad to her and her mother. I kept the phone away and closed my eyes, unable to keep myself from imagining a faceless woman all over Angelo. Did he like her? I knew I wasn't as good as the submissives they must have had before, maybe I needed to listen to them more and they would not be with anyone else. Maybe I needed to follow orders better, erase my hesitation, maybe I should stop being so clingy. I had been all over Adriano when I was in pain and had asked for too much chocolate. Maybe I was irritating them, maybe I needed to back off. I sniffed. I could barely sleep the whole night.
I opened my eyes when I heard my phone buzzing and it was Sarah calling.
“I hate you, tell me you are okay.” I said as soon as I picked up the call.
“I fucked up.” She breathed and then subbed.
“Gosh, Sophie. I didn't know, I swear, I didn't know about this. I am so fucking sorr…”
The door slammed open. Luciano looked at least.
“There was poison in the cake.” Sarah was sobbing into my ear.
“I didn't know..” I hung up on her before she could finish the sentence and get out of bed.
“What?”
“There was poison in the cake.” Luciano said softly, walking closer and his eyes had lost the calmness of it.
“I….did we do something wrong?” He asked slowly.
“Did you find out?” He gripped my upper arms, pulling me closer to him and there was murder in his eyes.
“Are you just like them? Just like her?”
“Luciano, wh…”
“Do you want us dead?” He asked, his hands now squeezing my upper arms brutally.
“What did we do wrong? You walked so fucking fast out of the kitchen, why? Couldn't you be able to see him after you poisoned him?”
“L..Luciano, I..I di…”
He threw me on the bed and walked out of the room.
“Stay here if you know what is good for you.” He slammed the door shut and I heard the sound of the lock. I froze, not the lock please. All I could think was them, hurting me and then throwing me in that janitor closet like a toy.
‘Look at this, is this your petty little sketchbook?’ Joel mocked, opening the pink sketchbook that my father had bought me.
‘Wow, look at this,. you made butterflies.’ He ripped the paper off and crushed it into a ball before throwing it at my face and making his friend laugh.
‘You are so pathetic.’ he chuckled, his eyes running over my body.
‘Well, only your personality is.’ he pushed me and with a single push that sent me tumbling down on the floor, making me hurt my elbow on the hard floor of the school hallway. He crouched down in front of me, in his hand was my sketchbook.
‘Why do you bother living? Why do you even come here, huh?’ he took a lighter out of his pocket.
‘Let's set this one on fire, shall we? It is not like you are going to stop me.’
I watched as he put my sketchbook on fire, petrified by my fear to even do anything but sob pathetically. I was pathetic and he was right. He grabbed hand and moved it till my wrist was right over the fire. I jerked away and he held my hand tighter.
‘Move one more time and I will burn your dress off.’
I sobbed, feeling my wrist burn more, it hurt so much that I couldn't breathe. When he was done, he picked me up by the collar of my dress and threw me in the Janitor's closet. He closed the door, the last thing I remembered was the sound of him looking at it and then I passed out, clutching my wrist to my chest and sobbing for someone, anyone to help me. But I was alone.
I was crying and cured into a ball under my blanket and crying my heart out. Maybe the sound of my crying was going outside but I couldn't care. Was Adriano okay? I had tried opening the door but it was locked, he had locked me here. He didn't even care about me, he thought I tried to kill his brother. I would never do that, I could never do that, not to Adriano, not to anyone. How could there be poison in the cake? I had made it with the same things Susan was making the cakes with, I had left it when it was baking, that was the only time I left it out of my sight. I grabbed my phone and called Susan, it was around four in the morning.
“Susan,” I called.
“My cafe got shut down.” She sighed.
“There was poison in the cakes, I was just about to call you. Did anyone eat it?” I sniffed.
“Yes, Adriano took a small bite.” I replied.
“Is he okay?”
“I don't know.” I whispered, sitting up. I couldn't stop crying, maybe I was having a panic attack. I got Luciano hurt and then Adriano. A sob broke through my lips.
“I don't know.” I said to the phone.
“Take a deep breath now, sweetheart. Come on.”
I couldn't, I couldn't breathe. My hands were shaking as I hung up the call. Black spots danced across my vision. I had never fainted because of a panic attack before.
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Luciano POV
“How is he?” Abel asked, and I glared down at my hand.
“He is fine, he had only a small amount. He has to stay there for a couple of days.”
“Pretty sure he is going to love that.” He said sarcastically.
“I don't see Sophie anywhere.” He looked around the living room.
“Go away, Abel.” I drank deeply from the glass. I didn't hate alcohol as Adriano did but I preferred to not drink much especially when Sophie was around.
“You think she poisoned him?” He asked. About ten people have died and fifteen were in the hospital. She couldn't do it.
Of course, she couldn't poison Adriano, she was too good for shit like this but the past took control over my mind and nothing good happened when that happens.
“Take her to Adriano. He would be happy.” He suggested.
He would not be happy when he found out what I had said to his kitten. I stood up and climbed the staircase, walking towards her room and unlocked it. She was laying over her blanket and stains of tears were on her face and she looked pale. Without hesitation, I rushed towards her.
“Sophie?” She moved a little, she looked so pale and I picked her up.
“Baby?” I called and her eyes opened. She looked lost.
“L…Luciano?” she mumbled.
“Little bunny,” I pulled her closer.
“I..I didn't do it.” She sobbed into my chest.
“I promise Luciano, please..please.”