Shattered Violets (girlxgirlxboy)

Shattered Violets~40

Just today, I was preparing for dinner when he came into the kitchen. I listened to him mumble about how he had hoped for so much more.

“You know girl, you were my pride and joy. Oh, how I had such hopes for you.” He muttered.  “I had so many families eyeing you for their sons. There were some high rollers and old money families too. You know you could have had it all, you could have been married by now with a few little rug rats running around. But no… you decided to run off and become a horror. You ruined everything.”

“I know father.” I replied, knowing he needed to know I was listening to his bullshit.  The sad part is, his words hurt me. I hated that they did.

 “You know you’re lucky that Damon still wants you after you tainted yourself.” He told me once again.

It was hard keeping my tongue, but I knew I needed too, in order for my plan to work. “I know father.”

“Don’t screw it up.” He told me, before leaving the kitchen.

Hilda had heard him what my father had said. Once he had left the room, she put down the bag of flour she went to get for me and rested her hand on my shoulder.

“You know he’s wrong don’t you.”

Turning to Hilda I smiled weakly. “I know he is, but why argue with him. It’s a waste of breathe.”

Hilda nodded in agreement and went on her way, not saying another word on the matter.  Just knowing that she didn’t believe him, help lessen the pain.

Luckily, there was a lot to keep me busy.  Every morning for the last two weeks, I’ve gotten up at sunrise to prepare breakfast for Damon and my father.  Part of my morning ritual was to make some type of sweets for the staff to have with their morning and afternoon coffee breaks.  I even was nice enough to bring Damon’s goons coffee and snacks throughout the day. I figured I needed to be on their good side when shit finally hit the fan. So what better way than through their stomachs, I mean they were men after all.  

Most days, Hilda and I worked side by side going through each room of the house. We would clean it from top to bottom, donating or trashing items that were no longer needed or we had multiples off.  Most of the items went to Hilda’s church.  It felt good to know I was helping someone, while I couldn’t help myself. Her congregation actually sent me a lovely thank you card for all the recent donations Hilda had brought in. It warmed my heart to know that I’d been able to help so many, that I vowed to myself that I’d continue to help those once I got out of here.  

Since Damon was gone most afternoons, I spent lunch with the staff. It was nice having a little bit of freedom while he was away, if you could call if freedom with camera’s and bodyguards watching me every move.

Thankfully, Liz would come visit me every few days, bringing me the items I requested that I couldn’t get directly off line. Damon only allowed me online privileges when he could supervise me. He would stand directly behind me, watching every site I went to and everything I purchased. He never once told me no, when I wanted to buy something. It didn’t matter if it was for me, the house, or the staff. I had hoped that after sometime had passed; he’d raise the internet block, but I wasn’t that lucky.

If it wasn’t for Liz, I would never be able to get a message to Angel. I tried my i-pad every day in hopes he’d lift the internet band.  Liz even brought me a wireless hotspot devise and it couldn’t pick up a single signal. I knew Damon had something powerful blocking the internet for reaching the confinement of the compound.  Hell, there were even times when Liz tried to use her own cell phone, and couldn’t get a single out.

After I gave Liz the first message for Angel, I had to wait three days for her to return.  During that time my stomach was twisting and turning, worried about what might happen next. Finally, when Liz walked through the front door, I almost jumped her wanting to know what had happened.

“Dammit woman, tell me something… please.” I begged.

“Came down gorgeous and  give me a moment.” She teased me.

After Liz had put down her bags, she started pulling things out and showing me them. It took me a moment she was doing this for the camera’s, hoping when Damon checked them he’d think we were chatting about the items she brought.

“Angel is fine and is happy you’re okay, but she’s extremely pissed at you for this stunt. She told me, once you’re back, man are you going to be punished for making her worry about you.” Liz winked.

“Oh… shit.” I laughed back. “Liz, the funny part is, I can’t wait for that punishment.”

“You really love her don’t you?” She asked.

I smiled thinking about my Angel.  “Yes, I really do. I hate being here and waiting this out.”

Liz sighed. “Mmm… well hopefully you won’t have to wait too long sweetness.”

I prayed that Liz was right, that I wouldn’t have to wait too long to be back with Angel and Tone. I missed them both… but being away from them made me realize how much I loved her, and her alone.

Liz went on to tell me about hers and Angel’s conversation. Angel was of course shocked that Damon was alive and that I had been forced to return home to my father’s house. She had told Liz that both she and Tone want to come to rescue me, but Liz had talked them out of it for the time being. She promised them she’d be in contact with them once was able to speak to me again.

I hated this feeling of guilt that was building up in me. Here I was stupid enough to think I could confront my father only to walk into a trap, putting myself in harm’s way. Then there was Tone and Angel, ready to drop it all to come rescue me. The thing was I knew even if I got away, Damon would hunt me down and bring me back. I had to find a way to get rid of him first.

What was done, was done. So in the meantime, Liz became the go between for Angel and I. Letting each other know we were both okay.

It was the end of the night and I had just left Damon to finish up on some work he needed to get done. I hoped that he took the bait from our conversation concerning my inheritance. I asked him to look into it, to see what is ours. I tried to twist my words to make it seem like it’s his idea. That my father is holding what is ours from us.  The key word being ours. As long as Damon thinks I’m falling for him, that I’m thinking of him as one unit, the easier it’s going to be for me. That was why I invited him to sleep in my bed tonight.  I prayed this wasn’t going to be a mistake.  

Making my way to my room and got ready for bed. Pulling on a soft little nightie, I crawled under the covers and let my mind race with what I needed to do next. I started to mentally plan out everything, feeling gitty inside. I knew the day was drawing near from me to put the final play into action.

“Hilda is right! The staff does adore me, even those meatheads.” I laughed out loud. “I can’t even believe what father said at dinner tonight, after he just told me I was a whore and a disappointment. The old fool actually thinks I’m behaving like a proper married woman and now he wants grandbabies. He told me to have them soon. Damn, he’d delusional, but that is only going to work in my favor. If he thinks I’m happy being here, he’s not going to expect that I’m behind what is going to happen to him. Now, hopefully Jose’s instructions are correct and just a little will cause a stroke. All I need to do is coat the inside of father’s wine glass, and bring out a bottle from Damon’s personal wine stock each night. Thankfully, both Damon and Father love that stuff, and me not being allowed to drink, only helps solidify the conclusion that Damon is the one who administered the poison.”

I lay there thinking of everything I needed to do. oneHonestly, I thought it would be more complicated, but it isn’t. I’m in charge of dinner and getting setting the table. I have been for weeks now. I go into the cellar daily for items all the time.  I knew that the only way this would work, is if Damon and my father have an argument about my money. Everything rested upon that argument.  Somehow, I had to make it happen, even if it was inviting the devil into my bed. Hopefully, my Angel will forgive me… for this is the only way to get back to into her arms.