I wanted to cry, too, because I didn’t want to leave her. I wanted to stay with her and her new husband who looked like a god.
Alicia never tried to take me to London again. She came to visit me in Leeds, either weekly or bi-weekly, and we spent time together. Then she would leave at the end of the day and that was it.
Alicia never complied with our mother’s will or stayed away, so what did she mean by telling me that?
Was it because of Dad?
Did Mum already know what type of monster Dad actually was?
But she couldn’t have. They met a long time ago. Before he started killing…or was it after he started?
My head hurts just thinking about it. I won’t get caught up in that loop.
Because judging by the way things are heading, it seems like Dad has something to do with it. To know more, I’ll have to ask him, and that means seeing him.
The thought brings a sour taste to my mouth.
I don’t want to meet that devil until the day I die. The moment he sees me, he’ll kill and bury me in the grave he dug up that no bodies were found in.
My phone vibrates and I startle out of my trance. I expect it to be Layla since we had plans to go over the new accountant report together. We’ve become stricter about that since the last accountant’s backstabbing.
It’s not my best friend, though. It’s Jonathan.
I swallow. He rarely calls. If ever. He’s the type who likes to lash out orders in person or via email.
Clearing my throat, I answer.
“You’re late.”
“Hello to you, too.”
“Late, Aurora,” he repeats. “Are you craving some punishment tonight?”
I hate how my legs snap together at the promise. He’s turned me into a nymphomaniac, I swear.
“What have I done?” I ask.
“Do you or do you not recall that we have a family dinner tonight?”
“Oh.”
“Right. Oh. I expect you to be here in ten.” He pauses. “And don’t wear red lipstick. I don’t want the two punks to see you that way.”
I smile despite myself. The subtle way Jonathan shows possessiveness always brings me a sense of power.
He shows it sometimes when I bicker with Harris and make fun of his snobby expressionless face. Jonathan usually shuts him down like a toddler. Doesn’t mean his right-hand man stops trying to prove to me that he can smile. He can’t.
My good mood disappears as the reality of what awaits me sneaks up on me out of nowhere.
Family dinner.
Jonathan decided we’d have dinner with Aiden, Levi, and their wives. I know it’s his way of keeping me from going to Ethan’s house or having any meals with him, but that doesn’t deny the reality of what I’ll have to face.
Family.
It’s not mine, but it’s still…family. Jonathan’s, to be more specific.
And from what I’ve heard, both his son and nephew are replicas of him — cold, ruthless, and calculating.