Brietta's POV
The car ride was quiet but it wasn't an awkward type of silence. Which I found nice, and refreshing.
It was comfortable, in an odd way.
The mansion they are living in is spectacular, and yet surprisingly somewhat cozy on the inside. It wasn't over the top, and yet it was antique.
Vladimir and Igor both helped me get my stuff from the car, and bring to a room that's supposed to be mine while I'm here. Although the room seems lived in. It even smelled like aftershave and cologne.
It was a clean room, but I could tell.
"Whose room is this?" I question
"It's mine. The guest rooms are on a separate floor, and unprepared." Vladimir tells me
"I can't take someone's room, and I don't feel comfortable sharing a bed with someone I don't know." I tell him
Vladimir sits my stuff down surprisingly gently, and Igor follows his lead.
"Lisichka, I don't expect you to sleep with me.. but you will take my room until another is ready."
Vladimir says
"Then where are you going to sleep?" I ask
"In the den." Vladimir answers
"I could sleep there." I suggest
"No. You won't be doing that." Vladimir states leaving no room for arguments, but I like to argue.
It's the lawyer coming out in me, so I make room.
"Why not?" I question raising an eyebrow
"Because you are a guest." Vladimir says
"All the more reason you should keep your own room, and I'll go sleep in the den as you called it until a guest room is prepared. Or better yet I can prepare the guest room myself." I argue
"No. You'll sleep here." Vladimir states then he walks out the room, clearly frustrated with me arguing
Igor shakes his head with a smile.
"What?" I question him
"You'll be good for him." Igor says
"I'm not sure I know what you mean.." I reply
"You're a challenge. An interesting and beautiful one but a challenge none the less." Igor says
"I'm sure he's faced challenges before." I say not really thinking nothing of it, and finding the topic weird
"Not like you." Igor says then he walks out the room
Leaving me with questions swirling around in my head.
Questions I don't know if I want the answer too.
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I slept decent but I woke up extremely early from a nightmare, the sun hasn't even started coming up yet. I tried falling back to sleep but nothing worked. So I got up, slipped some workout clothes on, and walked downstairs as quietly as possible. I find the kitchen after a couple of minutes, and I go to the fridge to get a water.
Vladimir had told me last night to make myself at home. I'm hoping for their sake that he meant it.
I get a little startled by a shadow sitting down in the corner, but I don't jump. Quickly I figure out it's just Boris, sitting at the table in the kitchen.
Not creepy at all.
"A little early for whiskey, is it not?" I ask
He grunts
"Why are you awake?" He questions in a rough tone
"I woke up earlier than usual, and couldn't go back to sleep. Is whiskey like a morning routine for you?"
I ask him while sitting in front of him at the table
He doesn't verbally answer but I do see him nod his head. I stay silent for a second then I decide to be the type of person, I've needed in my dark spaces.
"Then pass it over." I say boldly
Boris makes eye contact with me, but slides the bottle of whiskey across the table. Meanwhile in the other hand he's strongly clutching his glass, and watching me intensely.
I pick up the bottle of whiskey and chug it. By the time I sit it down, it seems like another glass had been poured from it.
Boris seems surprised but I don't miss the way the corner of his lip lifts up almost into a smile.
"Why don't you finish your drink, and then come run with me?" I ask him
Boris chugs the rest of his drink, and stands. He goes to walk out but turns around like he's waiting for me.
So I stand up and follow him. We walk outside the front door, and I see a path around the whole mansion.
We just started jogging, then running until the sun came up. Neither of us talking. It ended up being sixteen full laps, and four miles in about twenty minutes. Without trying, after just chugging whiskey. I was a little impressed with myself, and Boris seemed a little impressed too. Especially considering he threw most of his up midway.
"Are you okay big guy?" I ask him
He grunts while leaning over with his hands on his knees.
"It's night terrors isn't it?" I question
He stands up straight breathing heavy "What would you know about that?"
"A few things." I reply
"How did you know?" He questions seriously
"You know what they say trauma, recognizes trauma." I say with a slight shrug
"What do you know of trauma?" Boris asks while making eye contact with me
"I know you've probably learnt how to wake yourself up before the screams start, or before you get destructive in a sleep state." I say
He stays quiet while staring at me so I continue.
"I know you probably drink whiskey each morning to take the edge off so you can do your job, and be the guy they need when they need him." I tell him
He continues to stare at me like he's trying to figure something out. So I decide to tell him.
"I know because I've been through it."
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Don's Daughter
ActionA story about a young woman, who fought her way through life. Only to have to fight again. Brietta Sinclair. She's an orphan by mysterious circumstances, and a lonely lawyer who doesn't trust easily. What happens when she takes on a case that hit...
