I was seated on the floor, chest rising and falling, face looking up at Maya who was standing before me, carrying a load of clothes which she possibly just brought back for Blake, Maya might've done Blake's laundry or possibly had to bring this ones back just so she could get some space to put in the other clothes she just took care of.
She was looking down at me, her hands occupied and had that confused look, possibly wondering why I am in shock. She gently looked up behind me, then gently bowing her head as she walked past me, that gesture means that exactly what I feared had just happened, Blake is possibly standing behind me now, my scream might've caught their attention.
“ What are you doing here?....”
Her cold voice send waves of shock to my spine, my heart almost falling in to my stomach as the beating increases. Trying to pretend like it was all nothing, I turned back around at her, faking a smile as my eyes were now on her face. She wasn't putting any smile, my smile not even contagious enough to reflect on her face, she wasn't the only one standing there, Angela was by her side too, but showing no sign of shame or discomfort that I am looking right at them fully naked, just the way they were inside there when I looked in there to see them having pleasure.
“ I just wanted to come check up on you, I feel like we didn't get off on a good start....”
Trying to maintain the confident face, I continued putting on the smile, even though it feels like my cheeks were hurting from it. Angela crossed her hands on her stomach under her breast, just like she said earlier, I definitely agree with her confirming that she was the beautiful one amongst them all, having good features and quality in her physique, as well as facial looks.
“ I Introduced myself, so how did we then get off in a bad start?....”
She threw another question at me, sounds like a good point though, she did introduced herself pretty clear, so how did we actually get off in a bad start?. Maya came out from the room where she just went in to drop the clothes, she bowed a little, showing her respect as she walked out, like she doesn't belong here, like she doesn't have a place here, like she was just the house maid and not Peter's wife.
“ I agree with you on that, but there was this hostility that was in between, the way you were staring at me intently like something was out of place between us, so I decided that I come talk with you closely, maybe I might've been wrong with the conclusion of hostility.....”
I was trying to sound all confident, but truth be told, I'm scared, scared of Blake Patrick. Angela seems to have believed what I was saying, she just kissed the back of Blake's shoulder as she returned back into the room, like my presence here was no longer her problem, she never even said a word, leaving me to fend for myself in front of her elder sister.
I'm not actually holding her accountable to have my back, but she seems more like the social one who possesses a free spirit, other families in her position would try to impress me by trying to have my back, trying to be close, to be friends, but this family, this family doesn't treat you any special, they act like you've always been one of them, not giving you that attitude like you don't belong here, instead the act like you've always been and you're no longer special to have around, they're comfortable in a way that feels uncomfortable.
Without saying another word, Blake turned back around, walking back in into the room, I just stood there, trying to get my heart beating again in a comfortable pace. Wow, when can I start getting a hang of this?, Can this people be any weirder?, I can never believe it if told that Liam came from a family of weirdos.
Walking out of Blake's room area, I saw Fred stepping in into the building from the main entrance, he wasn't putting on any top, just bare skin in the upper body, unlike how I saw him before when we collided. His face was blank like always, as our eyes were staring at each other, he turned around, heading towards the part of their room, that's when I his back, Jesus.... What the fuck happened to him?, What the fuck did they do to him?.
I wanted to run to him, I wanted to go ask, I wanted to go care for him, but I don't know, I don't know what his reaction would be, I don't know what they did to him and the actual reason, you can't tell me they damaged his back like this because of the misunderstanding between me and him, does his wife even know about this?, She's in there having pleasure with her elder sister while her husband was going through torture, what is really happening here?.
This was Liam's doing, he was the one sent to go punish him, I was there. Why would he do such a thing?, Why would he damage his back with strokes of whatever he had used on him?. I can see the scars on his back, the scars under the new wounds, like he has always been going through this like for a long time now, getting punished often and often, leaving his back covered with scars, deep scars that will really cause an unbearable pain.
Fred showed no sign of pain at all, his face were just blank, blood dripping down from his wounds as he then turned around, giving me one last look before closing the door, getting me to stay in the sitting room all alone again.
What is all this?, What have I gotten myself into?, I just can't understand what was happening, I haven't been here for more than a few hours and a lot of things are already happening and no one seemed to care, not even the ones that are the victims.