𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝟑𝐑𝐃, 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘
𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐒 just like any other day. I made breakfast and made my regular rounds of cleaning around the house. I was cleaning the downstairs bathroom when Lorenzo called me.
"Geneviève." I looked over to see Lorenzo leaning on the doorframe with his arm crossed, looking back at me.
"I want you to do something for me." He revealed and I nodded before standing up and washing my hands.
I followed him into the storage room where he told me he wanted to throw out the stuff he didn't need. I only broomed and occasionally cleaned the windows, never going throw the shelves.
"Make sure not to leave anything." He instructed and I nodded before he walked away. He was going over his father's house for a few hours and wanted the job done before he got back.
I began cleaning, listening to my favorite band The Neighborhood as I went through the shelves. I throw out the old can of beans that had dust all over it before retiring back to the shelve only to see bottle with a skull face on it. It read [𝖱𝖠𝖳 𝖯𝖮𝖨𝖲𝖮𝖭, 𝖵𝖤𝖱𝖸 𝖣𝖠𝖭𝖦𝖤𝖱𝖮𝖴𝖲, 𝖪𝖤𝖤𝖯 𝖮𝖴𝖳 𝖮𝖥 𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖢𝖧 𝖮𝖥 𝖢𝖧𝖨𝖫𝖣𝖱𝖤𝖭]
This was an opportunity. I have wanted to get out of here for so long and this was an opportunity. I was going to put it in the soup I was making I today. I slipped it into the apron I was wearing before going back to emptying the rest of the shelves.
After I had finished, I began making dinner which was time for me to start my plan. Lorenzo had still not returned so I put some of the poison into the soup before I threw the bottle out.
When Lorenzo did return he went to him room before coming into the kitchen. After I placed his plate in front of him I was going to take my leave but he stopped me.
"You should come eat." I internally groaned before turning around to face him.
"Sit at the diner table with me." He smiled which spooked me a little. He never smiled. It was odd. This was suspicious. I wanted to decline I really did but I knew I didn't have a choice.
I sat down across from him and held my hands together under the table. I hated this. Why did he even want to eat together anyway. I stared down at the table, waiting for this to be over.
I was praying that he would just eat it and not say anything but with my luck of course it didn't go like that. Out of boredom I looked up at Lorenzo to see him already looking at me
"Want to try it?" He asked as he paused to look at me. His blue eyes piercing into my brown ones.
"I ate already." I answered as I shook my head. I wasn't lying either. I did eat a sandwich while the soup was cooking.
"Oh come on" He inched the spoon closer to my face and I had no choice but to put it in my mouth. I was going to keep it in my mouth and not swallow it. I guess he noticed this because he smiled at me before using two of his fingers to trace down my neck, forcing me to swallow it.
There was only reason why he was doing this. It had to be because he knew. But how? He wasn't even here. No way there were cameras. I go around the house at least once a day. I would've noticed any by now.
He still ate it though. He finished the whole thing. He had me eat two more spoons.
After that I was washing the plate but I was starting to feel sick. I already knew it was the poison kicking in. My stomach hurting terribly, I felt cold, my vision was getting blurry and I was breathing heavily.
I finished washing the plate despot all the pain I was in. I slide down the counter onto the floor. I held my stomach as I winced in pain. I heard footsteps coming my way but I was in too much pain to open my eyes. I knew it was Lorenzo. He picked me up before taking me upstairs.
"It was really smart I'll give you that but it'll take more than just poison to kill me, Geneviève." He told me as he set me on my bed. He handed me a bucket which I threw up in afterwards. I laid down as I closed my eyes shut.
I heard him leave the room before returning back. I opened my eyes a little to see him putting a warm towel on my forehead before covering me with a warm blanket.
"Sweet dreams, Geneviève." Was the last thing I heard as I watched him leave the room and I fell asleep.
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