Secrets and Lies

Chapter Twenty Seven

Have you ever seen these types of houses that are so darn expensive, that range from five million and above? Well. I stood before one, it was a French country house. It had a typical modest farmhouse as well as estate like design, a comfortable yet peaceful blend of both. It was complimented with beautiful curved arches with soft lines and the most impeccable stonework ever known to me. It looked like a house fit for a queen and it even had nature, beautiful wild trees growing around the house and a large compound.

Ten parties could be hosted here at once and do not forget the tight security. 

Mr Brayden's definition of a safe place was his house, I had even offered to go to my parent's townhouse or my sibling's place, but he just wouldn't hear any of it. So here I stood gaping at the sight that was his home and all its magnificence. He carried me gently to the  front door. "You like it?" He asked. All I could do was nod. "Your yet to see inside and when you do, you will tell me which is better, inside or outside."

I honestly didn't know what to expect when the door opened, it was grand as outside, it had different shades of colours that made the room look peaceful, or it must have been the work of Isabelle. On a bare wall next to the glass door was a mixture of different paints, drawing and colours of different shapes. Mr Brayden chuckled.

"I have a very potential artist in my house and I think her work is just too perfect. " I looked at the wall and I couldn't help but laugh, all the paintings were drawn according to how a five year old would draw, but it was so beautiful to know that she picked some bit of interest in painting. I was still in his arms when I my head to the opposite wall that lead to a hallway and on the wall were lined painting by a real artist. Of different things, flowers, animals and sunsets. One caught my attention, a painting of Mr Brayden and Isabelle in black and white, they both looked so happy.

In the painting he had thrown her up in the air, her hands wide as she looked at her dad, his hands wide in anticipation of receiving her.

Another caught my attention, a brown mare with every perfect edge detailed making it look so real and well a copy of such marvellous work in pink, green and yellow. The cute horse had a pink head, green body and yellow legs. I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Yes a true artist with so much potential. " I looked at him in the eye, he had seated me down. " I need to look at this ." He pointed towards my wound and the unasked question visible on his face, I nodded wordlessly, he lifted me up again and led me to an up stairs bathroom. And men the place was as big as my bedroom in my apartment and that was something. He placed me gently on the ceramic seat and went about looking for the first aid kit.

He knelt besides me with the kit open, he had taken the liberty of washing his hands before he could touch me and I found that so adorable. With gentle fingers he pulled down on my work trousers but not before giving me a towel to cover up myself and he began to work.

He cleaned me up with warm water and a towel before using some spirits and bandages around it, but before he did such he poked around the wound and used extra light to check for any broken glasses that might have remained in my flesh but when he didn't see any, he wrapped my wound up in the most gentle manner and with a satisfied nod.

He moved to my hands and did the same thing and then to my neck, he applied some strong substance that  I didn't get time know the name of but it was so strong that it bit into my skin. Then he reaches my cheek, his eyes fell to my lips and my breath caught. Yes it caught but I couldn't  exactly say where it caught whether my throat, my mouth, my nose or my diaphragm. But I know it caught somewhere in my anatomy.

With skilled fingers he touched me." It's just a bruise nothing more, I will put some ice on it when we head downstairs, so it doesn't swell up." He stood and went to disposing the used materials and keeping the kit.

I watched him move. "Thank you."  It was all I manged to say. He turned to look at me. "I never got to say thank you the other day when-"  he breathed in and out "Amber did I hurt you, that day I woke up in your room. Did I? "

He was besides me, looking at me. "No, you didn't, you were just a little surprised to see yourself in my room that was all."

"No" he held my face. " I don't know what came over me that day, I pushed you, I had hurt you even after-, I am sorry Amber." Amber my name on his lips sent shivers up and down my spine, I was speechless again. Was this some kind of disease? If it was then  had to get myself checked, he was a few inches away from me when, there was a loud crush and someone was singing "do you wanna build a snowman?"

"Ah" Mr Brayden said as he pulled me up and supported me. "It seems that my artist/ singer is awake. Shall we go see her and get some entertainment?"

______________________________________