VARELA

CHAPTER 12

CHAPTER 12

VARELA'S POV

~3 months later~

Ever since that day I haven't spoken, nor have I given anyone my attention. Sometimes I will talk with Michael, but those conversations always ended with him feeling tired and hopeless. 

But could you really blame me if I wasn't in a chatty mood. The one thing I wanted was gone, my one hope at belonging in a real family. Gone.

"It's time to eat." Michael's voice spoke up in the deaf room I hide in everyday.

He placed the plate of food in front of me, as if thinking today will be different then any other day. 

The thing is, it won't. I rather starve and hurt myself then trying to live another day, after knowing my mother died because of m-me.

A tear fell down my cheek as I quickly rubbed it off harshly with the back of my hand. I hated people seeing me cry, I hated people all together.

"You need to eat, love." Michael said softly as he brushed a loose strand of hair behind my ear. I only shook my head and turned my gaze to the evening garden outside my window.

I wasn't in the mood to have patience for Michael anymore. Although all he's been was kind and gentle to me, I still feel nothing but numb.

All I ever wanted in this life was my mother, that's all I wanted. Nothing else in the world but her, and she's gone. She didn't even see me grow up, she didn't see me cry for her when that sick bastard forced me to kill. 

She didn't see me!

And it hurts.

"You're getting weaker, Varela." I only looked up at him and I guess he saw something odd cause I saw he's eyes go wide only for him to cover it up.

"I will give you some privacy, but if I come back and you haven't eaten then, then I..." He then blew out a sigh as he mumbled something under he's breath.

"Just eat, for me. Please, love." He looked tired and exhausted, but quickly covered it with a smile as he kissed my forehead, mumbling a goodbye before leaving the room.

I only sighed as I took the fork in my hand and shakily took a bite of the fried rice. It was good, but I was in no mood to eat, but I know Michael will probably make me leave this room if I don't start eating. And being surrounded by people isn't what I want right now, I just want to be alone. But I know Michael will never let me have that loneliness .

MICHAEL'S POV

"How is she?" Lucas, my best friend asked.

I just dragged my hand over my face before pushing my hair back, giving out a long irritable sigh.

"Worse." I replied as I sat behind my desk looking at my computer, while Lucas leaned against the door frame.

"It's always the ones with the most hope that hurt the most. She found out her mother died while her father did nothing but pursue another woman." He replied as he walked in, as he sat on the armchair of one of my seats in front of my desk.

"I know, but I didn't think it would be this hard." I snapped back feeling the frustration of not being able to help Varela out of this state.

I admit, I am a very impatient person. I like things done and ready before I even give out the orders. But Varela is something different, I'm attracted to her but she's nothing like I would usually go for. She was hard to impress, which is surprising for me.

"There is no limited time when grieving, idiot." He snapped back as he was getting defensive, but then stopped as he gave me a serious look.

"She's hurting, but she thinks she can only get through this alone. You just have to prove her wrong." He then got up and started to walk for the exit.

"I am trying." I replied but he only turned and gave me a wide smirk.

That sarcastic prick.

"Shoving plates of food in her face isn't the cure for grief, dumbass. But all the luck for you." He then walked out and shut the door behind him as I heard him walk down the hall.

While I was left in my office with thoughts of how to help Varela.

I know she's hurting, I saw it today when I looked in her eyes. They were filled with pain and no hope. I can feel her slowly slipping away and I know if I don't do something now she'll never get though this, she'll never be the old Varela.