Delusions of happiness

Chapter 6

(Pic of Vincent above, imagine him buffer tho)

I knock on the door of the guesthouse, it's about a 5 minute walk from the main house. It's a simple 1 story house.

I don't see Richard anywhere. Thankfully he didn't follow me.

After about a minute of banging on the front door,It opens and I see Vincent standing there shitrtless with an annoyed look on his face.
That look turns to worry when he takes in my appearance.

"Can I c-come in?" I ask.
He nods and opens the door furthur.

The inside of the house looks a lot better than the outside.

He walks me over to the sofa.

"What did he do?" He says. I don't even have time to process the fact that he actually spoke four words to me. I break down crying.

He didn't ask what's wrong? He asked what Richard did. Even he could see that my marrige was already in shambles before it even started properly.

"He-he- on the phone.. Pierson" I say through the tears.

"Stop crying" he frowns. I almost thought he actually cared before he finished the sentence. "It's annoying"

I try to calm down and he gets up and leaves.
Am I really that annoying?

He soon comes back with a box of tissues and hands it to me.

Oh.

"Talk now?" He says when I'm done wiping my face.
I nod.

Then I start telling him, everything.
He listens attentively.

"And sometimes I feel like if my mother was around, probably she could teach me how I should be treated by a man... Oh who am I kidding? I don't even know who my father is" I finish.

"What's his job?" Vincent asks.

"Who?" I ask.

"Richard"

"Don't you know? He owns a production company"

Vincent shakes his head and whispers something under his breath that I didn't quite catch.

"What?" I ask.

He shakes his head.

"Is that not what he does? Do you know something that I don't?"

"He-" Vincent is cut off by a knock on the door.

He sighs and goes to look through the peephole.
He turns back to me.

"Hide"

I run in the nearest room I can find. It looks to be his bedroom.

"Is she here?" I hear Richards voice.

Shit shit shit.

I go furthur into the room and lock the door.

Vincents room is pretty bland. There's no pictures of family anywhere.
It is neat, however. Not a single crease is in the neatly made bed.

I don't know what came over me, but I opened his closet. I know it's an invasion of privacy, but I was just curious, and he's so damn mysterious.

Hmmm, nothing interesting here. Just some shirts and one pair of shoes and a shoebox.

I look at the shoebox.

Curiosity killed the cat, Martina.

Well, I'm not a cat.
I bend down and open the shoebox.

I almost jump out of my skin.

Its- its a gun.

I hear the front door shut and I quickly put everything in place.

Vincents POV.

After I tell Richard that I haven't seen Martina, he leaves. I go to my room to see Martina sitting on my bed. I try my best not to tell her to get the fuck up as I hate when people decide to sit on a neatly made bed when there are chairs in the room.

"Is he gone?" She asks me and I nod. "He's going to file missing report" I say, faking the broken English perfectly.

"Oh no, I have to go back" she says.

I stare at her.

"You're going back?"

"I have to, you can get fired if he finds out I'm here"

Yes, I could. Not by Richard though.

She gets up to leave.

"Thanks Vincent"

And she's gone.

I look over to my closet, the door is only slightly ajar,but with my training I can spot the slightest misplacements.

I look from the closet to the door.

Did she-
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Martinas POV.

I walk over to the main house and see Richard pacing back and forth on the porch.

"Where were you?" He says when he finally sees me.

"For a walk, I needed to clear my head"

He nods.
"Can I please explain Martina"

I nod. I need to act.
I need to make him put his gaurd down.

So he 'explains'. He tells me that Pierson has been texting him for weeks. Trying to get with him or something like that. I'm only half listening, alot is on my mind. Like the gun I found in Vincents closet.

I know some people carry a gun for protection, but it's still kinda weird.

"So do you understand now?" Richard pulls me out of my thoughts.

I nod.

"Let's go to bed"
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"Bye honey" Richard kisses me before he leaves the kitchen.
When he's gone, Vincent looks at me.

"You.are.a.fucking.idiot." he pronounces each word slowly, his accent heavier than ever.

I look at him.

"Actually...I have a plan"

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