Chapter 6 Wary

A glass shatters, the hand that threw the wine glass trembles in the air, red liquid drips from her pale skin to stain the white rug below, the broken pieces lie on the floor but no one in the room flinches, everyone stays rigid like it is a common occurrence.

She lowers herself back to the soft couch and sits unperturbed, smoothes the silk robe over her thighs.

I watch from below the stairs, fitting my small frame in a way no one would sight me, my breath caught in my throat as I watch my supposed mother lose control of herself

'' who does he think he is!''

She yells wiping her mouth clean

The phone call earlier rings in my mind, I had hung up the call when I heard the footsteps from the main entrance surprised to see cara walking in with only a robe on her body flanked by two men in suits as they escorted her, she had asked for a glass of wine as soon she sat down.

not moments later, a man walks in, his aura intimidating as he has a cold look grazing his face, his eyes set on the woman making a scene by the waiting room, he took long strides to her getting into her face dangerously, I gulp knowing I probably shouldn't be in here.

'' what do you think you are doing, what if your stupid tantrums wake our daughter up ''

My heart clenched at that, the realization dawning on me, this man is my father, the man with a tight grip on my mother's chin is my father

''Oh! Don't worry yourself about that, our little princess isn't going to hear any of this, she is too drugged for that, which you would know if you had accompanied her ''

Her voice takes a defeating tone staring at her husband with a murderous glare

'' you drugged our daughter ?''

The man asks in an incredulous tone

''That's not the point, the point is you should be there for your own goddamn daughter''

She accuses

'' how low can you get, isn't it enough you made her run away from home, are you going to ruin her life once again ''

His voice is edgy as he stares condescending at her

I held in a gasp hearing the bitter truth, I have only been back at home for a day and turns out my mother is a psychotic bitch who drugs her own daughter

For a spilt second, her eyebrows furrow and her lips curl downward, her eyes flash a murderous glint, a bizarre expression on her usually perfect face but then she smiles sickening slapping her husband's hands away from her

'' she is my daughter, I would do as I please ''

She grits out turning on her heels to storm up the stairs.

''This conversation is not over cara ''

I watch as the man clench his jaws before letting out a sigh

'' Lee, please make sure she stays in her room, she shouldn't be let anywhere near Amelia for a while ''

The butler bows in response

The man walks out of the house with the men in suits not even sparing a glance back.

The workers look relieved as they all retreat to their quarters. I wait patiently for the room to be clear before tip toeing back to my room, I rushed into the room slamming my door gently wanting a barrier of protection, the scene earlier making my hackles to rise

I stop abruptly in the doorway staring at the perfectly made bed, I bit hard on my bottom lip, the bed was clearly not made when I left the room.

The glass of juice a random maid had brought up to me to drink lays empty even though I had not taken a sip of it, , the drink that could be possibly be the drugged one.

Someone knows I was not in my room