Tale Of Vengeance

46. Mad

chapter 46

"It is a long story mother..."

"Oh but i have all the time for you son, now out with it"

His mother watched him with curiosity now and had it been another subject, he would have filled her cup of tea with all he knew. But it was a subject he himself had to fight every second day to retrain himself from doing anything drastic, he thought about about her at least a hundred times a day. Pausing at odd moments to reflect upon something he'd once heard her say or seen her do, committing to memory fresh topics and events he longed to share anew. even talking about her drove him now mad, his whole days was filled about her, writing letters, making sure that he knew where she was every second of the hour,

he had payed the servants in her household to tell him everything about her, give him information on where she went, which was the same answer everyday,

"She has been home sir,"

"the whole week?

"Yes,"

he recalled the conversation he had with her fotmen, and he had been plagued ever since. Perhaps he should be worried, for gods sake he knew how much Felicity loved the nature, even when he first came to her doorstep she had been outside taking a stroll,

he could remember the sun glistening against her skin, her hair a colour only the sun could enhance, completely enchanting. He had not seen her since, not layed an eye on her.

Realising that the paintbrush was still on his hand and unmovingly so he started painting and answered his mother cooly, "Since you insist and somehow will know everything by anytime it is better for me to say it right"

"Well of course, what better source than my own son?"

he laughed at that, "Considering that you read the gossip sheets everyday mother i would not be surprised if you believed in them,"

"Well.... they do have a lot of intersting topics,"

"I'm convinced of that." then all the humour drained from him as he thought of her, "Her name is Felicity Lawson..."

"The same Lawson family?"

"Yes,"  he laughed at the thought, how he himself couldn't believe it, "You will be surprised to see her, she does look exactly the same.."

"Really? like the drawing im looking at now you mean?"

He knew his mother would catch on the drawing he painted, it was her, all through.

"Yes, but it doesn't do any justice to her in person.. she's----" Asher caught himself as he saw the gleam in his mother's gaze, "God almighty, i thought the day my youngest son to be besotted over a woman would never come, well we better get on with the wedding, i want grandchildren as soon as possible"

Asher felt his lungs squeeze at his mother's words, heck the woman didn't even read his letters let alone marrying him. "She would not marry me mother,"

"What? which woman on this earth wouldn't marry my son? In fact i had to take care off the crying ladies who shred tears over you and----"

"She's different---- I---- Things aren't complicated I blamed her for things she never done, i believed everyone else before her"

His mother stopped for a second then spoke in grave tone, "Asher Cole Matthews What have you done"

Oh-uh, he knew whenever his mother used his full name it never ended prettily, but he couldn't find the frightment like before as young, he could only think of what he could do to ever earn her forgiveness,

He told his mother everything, from the start of when she begun working and till now,

Tears blurred his gaze as he looked at the shocked expression of his mother, "I won't return back without her mother, if your asking that of----"

"Go to her," she said and that made him look at her, "She wouldn't--"

"You gave her three weeks, I know one or two thing about woman, considering that i myself are one. and take my advice when i say we maybe say words and push the person that hurt us away, never want to see them again... but the truth is that we can't face it, can't face the fact that we want them, love them.. confess and talk my son, and not through letters just, us women need to hear the words, see it."

A twinge of hope, and need explosed inside of him at his mother's words,  he had controled himself all this time, hold in the urge to just strode over to her house again and--- But for how long would he let her take her time? until she found another? over his dead body, the thought brought a surge of rage. Asher dropped his equippments and nodded, "Your right mother, i will find her right now in fact,"

"Yes yes... Hurry now.... oh son, perhaps a shirt would be decent, and a bath," his called after but Asher was far to gone already striding across the house, thank god he had bought the estate not even three minutes away from her house.

he would march up and face her, he wanted to see her, touch her, kiss her senslessly,

he needed her badly, finally he came towards the house, he saw the footman who now looked with wide eyes, "Sir, Ms Lawson----"

"I will see her to myself,"

"But you cannot-----"

Asher ignored the horrified footman and walked straight into the quiet still house, perhaps he should have worn a shirt after all. Looking up the stairs Asher walked to that direction guessing that her bedchamber led to it,

as he reached the top stair he heard faint voices coming from a bechamber in the corner, and he found his answer when he heard Feliciyt's laugh clearly, "It's moving? I can feel it kick.."

his heart thumped forcefully as his hand hovered over the door handle, three weeks, three weeks and he was dying to see her, hearing her voice already made him filled with anticipation he would tell her how much she meant to him-----

"See... it only gets easier by the time.."

His heart slammed to a halt in his chest, he heard a male voice joining her laughter. A rush of blood swimming in his head pounding between his ears. Swallowing past the tightness lodged in his throat, he couldn't see anything rational, he saw red and slammed the door open, rattling it against the wall

the action caused the walls to shake as well, through the rage Asher saw a man sprawl up from the bed and beside was Felicity, she rose in a split of second meeting his gaze with a horrified expression,

Asher gritted his teeth and the burn of rage inside of him only fuelled as he saw the man's hand resting still on her,

"By god I will kill you!" He snarled

Striding with a speed he caught the man by the collar as Felicity sprung up and shouted, "Let go off him! Let go—-" her words were miles away as Asher threw a punch that had the man sprawling against the floor, landing with a thud.

Felicity hurried to the man's body on the floor, her beautiful neck snapping back to him, "You are bloody mad!"

Oh he was more than bloody mad. 

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