3: The Photograph
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I bathe Lily, and she keeps babbling about her friends, but I can't keep my mind off of the photo. Why would Mr. Rossi made me see a photo like this.....unless he wanted to make sure that I'm the girl who stood in the kitchen watching her father gag on his blood.
"You remind me of someone." his words echoe in my mind.
"Veraaa." Blurred yelling reaches my ears, and I snap back to reality.
"You scared me." Lily pauses and let's out a laugh. "You were staring at me as if you are frozen. Like Elsa.
"Sorry, I was just thinking about something."
"Are you okay." I nod and dry her off.
"Goodnight, Lily. Sleep tight and have sweet dreams." I whisper in her ear and place a kiss on her forehead before leaving her room and walking to mine.
A week ago, when Mrs. Rossi contacted me for this job, she offered me a stay here, till I decide to leave or whatsoever.
In my backpack, I have a couple of tee's and jeans, for maybe a week. I first want to experience my stay here, how comfortable I feel around these people, and how I like the job. Mrs. Rossi said that I have a week to decide, and when I have decided, I can fully move in with all my stuff, though I barely have any stuff left after the accident that wasn't an accident.
The next morning arrives, and I wake up. Opening my eyes, I find a little girl staring at me with curiosity. When Lily noticed that I I'm awake, she smiles and jumped on the bed and hugged me.
"Hii." She squeals out, and I pepper kisses on her face.
"Come, let's have breakfast." She drags me out of the room and into the dining area.
Mr. Rossi and Mrs. Rossi are seated before each other. "Good morning, Neva." Mrs. Rossi says with food in her mouth, and I greet her back.
"Morning." Mr. Rossi says and glances at my disheveled hair, and my neck reddened.
"I take it you slept well?" He asks and pushes his empty plate to a side and observes me.
"Like a bear." I mumble and bite onto my sandwich. Lily laughs beside me and soon follows what I do. Only she can't take such a big bite than I did.
When we are done having breakfast, Lily and I shower together, well she suggested, and I actually don't mind.
I put on my clothes, and my father's face flashes before my eyes, and my breath hitched.
I don't want to be straightforward. It can cause too much confusion and trouble. But maybe I shouldn't care about that now and just ask my suspicions to Mr. Rossi.
I mean, I have a week to find out if i actually like it in here, so it's better if I'm straightforward.
Mrs. Rossi is bringing Lily to school, so I walk to Mr. Rossi's study and gently knocked on the door.
"Come in."
I push the door open and walk inside.
"I have a couple of questions, Mr. Rossi, if you don't mind, of course."
"Go on." He says but doesn't look up. For this, I want his full attention.
I clear my throat. "I'd like your full attention, please."
He looks up, closes his laptop, and glares at me. I stake a seat, try making myself comfortable.
I swallow down the nerves. "Why did you make me see the photograph of my father?"
He doesn't answer, now I regret that I asked him for his full attention, because now that I have it, his penetrating gaze is burning my face.
"You and I both know what you did to my father, and I didn't do anything because I know that I can't. I'm here to look after your daughter, so whatever games you're playing, please stop. I know you wanted to be sure if I'm Vera, the girl's father, you killed before her eyes, but you knew that already still you made me look at that stupid photograph, where you were smiling, as if you meant it with my father."
He slams his first against the table, making me flinch. "Yes, you're right. Now get out. I don't think you want to find out why everything happened and how it did."
I nod, tears spilling from my eyes, because I recall everything from that night. And God only knows how I survived it, but I did.
I don't do revenge. It is not my style, but I will show this man in front of me what it is like to have the person you love most taken away from you.
I stand up and offer him a cruel smile, and that bastard offers me the same. I mentally roll my eyes and walk out of the study and to the kitchen where the maids are working.
To calm down, I help them do the dishes, help them cook, and help them with whatever I can help with.
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