Benson's POV.
As I made my way downstairs all i could see was my grandma's face. I walked out of the house, ignoring the voices that called out to me.
I just wanted everyone and everything to disappear from my face forever. "Get out!" I said to the driver, the moment i got to the car.
"Sir?" He asked and immediately stepped down.
I sat inside and as the gates flung open i sped out of the house. Hoping nothing ever brought me back here again.
A loud laugh escaped my mouth followed by a sudden scream, with my fists aggressively hitting the steering wheel.
I wanted to fight back but I didn't know how to. It. It is late to talk about justice for my grandmother but I would get my revenge no matter what.
As I parked the car, I picked my photo from the other seat. I had taken that photo of me from grandma's table. It was the only memory I had of her, even though it was just a photo of me it reminded me of her because she always had it on her table.
Feeling defeated, I walked into the house. "Welcome sir."
I ignored Han and walked past her. I was making my way upstairs when Serelith appeared in front of me. It provoked me even further.
"Oh my goodness what happened?"
"Get out of here now."
"What? What do you mean?"
"I said get out of this house and out of ny sight right now." I shouted.
"What's going on? Did i.."
I stormed out of her presence and to her room flinging her boxes and clothes outside. I didn't want to see her. I also never wanted to bring her into the picture, this was my own battle to fight but when i explained all that happened between myself and Violet, she begged to come home with me to make Violet see what it felt like and I foolishly agreed. Forgetting the battle i was fighting was greater than stupid jealous games.
Serelith was a daughter to my father's friend. His friend who had learned about what my father did, started checking on me frequently in the psychiatric ward and became like a father to me. He was a good business partner with my grandma. He didn't let my father know he was looking after me. Infact because he had an even bigger reputation than my father at the time, he made sure that the nurses stopped attending to me and treating me like a patient. And even though he couldn't get me out of that miserable facility he tried his best to make sure it didn't feel like a psychiatric ward by paying for a staff room for me, where i spent the remaining 15 years.
He introduced his daughter to me, hoping i would see her as a friend since he didn't want me to be lonely. Serelith and I chatted online for the longest time, once in a while her father brought her along with him when he visited and she would gist me about her school life and how she dealt with bullies.
But all of that stopped when my father found out. I don't know the type of threat he made but I never saw Mr. Blackwell or Serelith again. Only our chat continued. On days where it felt like i wanted to die I would leave her a message and she would respond wittily. She had been planning to pay me a visit again when my father suddenly showed up offering a deal in exchange for my freedom, and the first time i saw her again was recently.
I would always be grateful to her father and her but this was my battle to fight. I didn't want anyone to get hurt or get involved.
She had now packed her things and left. I sat in a corner of the room. It was dark, giving me enough space to wallow in my pain.
A sudden knock at the door called me out of my weariness. I had warned Han to tell everyone to stay away from me but looks like some people didn't get the memo.
I remained silent hoping whoever it was would go away but the knock seemed quite persistent.
I angrily stood up and went to the door. And Violet was standing there looking at me with watery eyes as if she had cried.
I scoffed. I had that experience today all because of her.
"You," I said, anger and rage building up inside me the more I looked at her.
"You wretched, wicked and heartless woman. What did you hope to achieve with all that? You thought my father would pat you in the back and then give you accolades for working against me?" I laughed shakily. "You thought it would make you seem valuable in his sight? Don't you ever appear in front of me again. This marriage is useless and we will both remain as enemies until we get what we are here for." I had learned my lesson. There was no hope for friendship or trust with her and there would never be.
"I am sorry," The words broke out of her mouth as she burst into tears and walked closer to me, wrapping her arms around me.
My heart pounded as i stood still in shock. Was she going crazy? I want to push her away from me but I don't know why I suddenly feel at peace, like I wasn't alone. Her embrace was warm and comforting, like the home I never had.