Caught Between (If Roses Are Red #1)

Chapter 27

The kettle whistled and puffed. I poured the hot water into a mug filled with cocoa powder and milk, and stirred. I sat and watched as the rain continued to drizzle.

I was home alone. My parents left a note that they'd gone out. It seemed that they do that more these days. As for Nolan and Vic, God only knows.

The quiet is consoling and endearing. No paparazzi, no duties to perform, no school, no studying. Just me and my hot cocoa. It's almost like it's all a dream. The ring on my finger begs to differ. The weight is beginning to wear on me. Who am I now?

It was all so easy. I knew what I wanted and knew how to get it but now... I don't know anymore. Everything just seems so hard so confusing. What am I to do when the two years are up? Would I even be out of this when the two years are over?

I twirled the ring on my finger and sipped out of my mug.

The door opened and four heavy feets stepped in. I walk to the living room to find Nolan and Vic wet taking off their shoes.

Is that blood on Vic's face and Nolan's hand?

"Where were you two this morning?"

They ignored me.

"Hey." I set my mug down and crossed my arms across my chest.

"Are you a monitoring spirit now?" Vic appeared irritated.

"What's wrong with your face?" I asked​ him. To Nolan, "What did you do? What happened to your  hands?"

"Fuck off, Anna." Victor scowled and walked past me into his room.

"Victor."

"Leave him," Nolan sighed

"What happened out there?"

"You don't have to know it all, Anna."

I clamped shut. Watching out for them and they take it as intruding. Fine, whatever. I grabbed my mug and entered the kitchen.

My parents arrived later with lots of stuff. Elaborate meals were made. There wasn't much laughing and playing. They bought me another sketchpad and acrylic paint. I'm pretty sure I haven't run out of my supplies but whatever.

Today is the last day with my parents before I found my way back to the Doom of Dooms. I chuckled to myself shaking my head at myself. I am going back to the palace tomorrow. Yay.

It seemed everything was back to the way it was. Nolan ignored me except for small talks. I'm still embarrassed about the other day. He should have changed in the bathroom.

My parents are well my parents. I don't know whether to question them about my true maternal side. I don't think I should.

Victor was still acting strange. I'm pretty sure they got into a fight.

I sighed again for the umpteenth time.

"Will you stop that? You aren't dying tomorrow." My Mom snapped.

You don't know half of it, mom.

I sighed again just to spite her. Receiving a glare as reward, I grinned. My dad keeps on feeding me like he won't get another chance to do so again. I don't think he will.

This day should just end already. I'm tired of the way it's so sluggish and slow and making me want to cling to my parents and not let go and and-

I sighed inwardly. I'm tired.

And tomorrow came. Slow but it came as today. Hugged my family good bye, lots of kisses on my face, I didn't snap at Vic. That's a first. Groaned at paparazzi, rolled my eyes and entered the limo.