Page 12 of Vile Emotion
“Isn’t it?” Cassius speaks up, notifying that he’s entered the room. “Hey, little buddy. Morning.”
He has his all black attire that he always wears sans tie. His dark hair is pulled back by hair products and not one hair is out of place. He was a stickler for that. Order in a place of disorder. He smirked at me when I rolled my eyes at his question as he sat down waiting for the maid to bring his plate.
“Uncle Cas!” Ricky said with joy. One of the few people I trusted my son’s life with.
“Hello, Juliana.” Cassius greeted her and Juliana looked up at him with caution. She gave her hello and put her head back down but I know it wasn’t a sign of meekness. It was a signof anger that was displayed only through the way her hand tightened around her utensils.
If I gave a damn, I would have asked but again… I don’t.
10
After that excruciating breakfast, I’m back in my room trying to figure out how to get out of here. The whole time I sat there, all I could think about was what do I do so that my son doesn’t realize how much we look alike. He was my spitting image and that was my punishment. Of course, I didn’t want him to look like Edwin or anything but for him to look so much like me made me wish that I prepared myself for seeing him.
He was a happy kid and I knew it because throughout the entire breakfast, he was smiling and asking Alaric,his father,all sorts of questions. He wasn’t the least bit concerned with getting yelled at or anything like that. He talked about what he was doing today in school, the project they were continuing and my heart further broke.
Alaric didn’t see it but it didn’t mean that he wasn’t looking for it.
I was told to come and change because we were going somewhere. I had no complaints. Why would I when I was figuring out my plan on how to get the very same devil on my side? I needed to play that wife. The one that would crawl if he asked her to because I had a vendetta. There was an unspokenpromise in the air for me and it was geared toward Edwin. Even if he didn’t know it, I knew that he owed me his life.
He owed Alaric his family too. I may have been driving the car but Edwin was right behind me not giving me the space to leave him. He would have killed me too if he had the chance but I’m not giving him that, three peoples’ blood will forever be a stain in my hands. They didn’t deserve that, especially the little boy and the unborn baby.
Another reason I couldn’t keep my baby was because I felt I didn’t deserve him. How could I be happy when I took someone’s children away from them?
Celebratinglife while you’ve taken three away makes zero sense to me, I didn’t deserve happiness, I knew that and that’s why I wasn’t searching for it. Instead, I was looking for redemption and revenge. The only words that I could have.
I know it was wrong of me to want Alaric to care about me enough to help me destroy Edwin but I had to try. Something had to give and if I was going to die doing that then finally, I would get the chance to give his wife and child a good enough apology.
Edwin was and is the main reason my family and I aren’t close. I’m sure they saw what happened with the accident and I thought I saw my father at the hearing but I wasn’t too sure because I was still pretty banged up.
My family warned me about Edwin saying that anyone who wanted to rush to marry me and isolate me from my family wasn’t good for me but I thought I knew better than them. Who were they to tell me what I could and couldn’t do…
Now, all I had were regrets and nothing else left.
I shake my head as I come back to the task at hand. Wear what he said. I was Alaric Crowne’s wife.The wife who murdered the wife.
There was no way that Alaric wasn’t insane because only a person like that would do that and not care about the press nor the media.
I slip out of my shirt but then the door opens and I scramble to cover it all up; the cigarette burns and scars I received in jail.
It is silent so I don’t say anything, I slip my shirt back on and turn to face Alaric. There’s no way to read his facial expression or rather the look in his eyes.
“Turn back around and remove your shirt.” He says.
“What?” I ask because he said he didn’t want that from me so why would he suddenly think that’s what should happen.
“You heard me, Juliana, you’re not deaf. Don’t start to act like you are now. Turn around and take your shirt off.” His command is felt at the tip of my spinal cord.
“Please, don’t make me.” my voice is small and I just can’t.
“Do it.”
Tears fall down my face. “Please… it doesn't concern you. Please.”
“You’re my wife. Everything including the fact that you have double ear piercings is my concern. Now turn around and remove your shirt.”
I sniffle as more tears fall down but I do what he says. The memory of what happened is something I block out because there’s no use of telling anyone. I know he had something to do with it and that’s why he wants to see. To marvel in disfiguring me more than Edwin did.
At least what Edwin did healed and there was no scarring of that but with Alaric, he made it permanent. No one else is that depraved.
