FRIDA
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It was the ticking sound of the antique clock in the waiting room of my house that welcomed me into the eerie and unwelcoming silence. I could not hear a sound from my parents. But that could be because they were in their room, and every room in the house was sound proofed to the f*****g jaw.
I took slow and uncertain steps up the stairs.
Our butler had stepped out of the kitchen to say something to me, but I could not figure out the words that were being said, not when my heart was beating so quickly and so loudly in my chest.
I did not stop walking until I got to my room. I thought of walking to the room my parents shared, just to make sure my mother was not being slaughtered - yes, my father was capable of many things. I could not rule out s*******r from the list. Bu
