Violet's POV
My heart raced at the possibility of who might be behind the door. I hoped it was one of the maids and not Benson because I didn't know what explanation to give on why i was in his room.
I opened the door and my fears had come true. He was standing there looking at me as if I was an intruder. I looked at him and thought of all the possible excuses to give.
"I-I came to pick up my note." I said. I was scared he would ask me what note, but this was the only reasonable excuse i could give as to why i was in his room.
"Next time, have the maids get your note. And don't you ever come into my room again." His words cut through my ears. I was surprised he didn't ask me what note. Does that mean he had seen it? If he has, why isnt he asking me what my reason was for taking it back? I guess my apology wasn't accepted. I immediately walked out of his sight to avoid anymore embarrassment.
I was headed to my room when i heard his voice again.
"Oh,We have dinner with my father today by 7pm. Get ready."
My heart started to race at this point. I have a feeling it is about the conversation I had with his father. I really wish i hadn't spoken to Mr. Theodore because if the things I read in the diary have any form of truth in them then he was a scary man that should in no way be around Benson.
By evening we took off to the Theodore's place. As we got closer to their house, I felt scared. I couldn't imagine what Mr. Theodore planned on doing to Benson because I reported him. I glanced at him as he sat beside me, he looked pale, as if he was afraid.
I felt even more guilty when I looked at his bandaged hand. If it wasn't for what I said that day he wouldn't have hurt himself.
He suddenly sighed, saying "Wait!"
"Yes sir." The driver answered. Halting the car right after the gates to the mansion were turned open.
I carefully watched him. He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them. He was afraid, and It made me worry. I made the biggest mistake today.
"Let's go." He said.
The car parked inside the house and we stepped out of it and made our way in. It was just like every other mansion, like my grandma's own. Beautiful yet unpleasant.
Some maids ushered us to the dining. His family were all seated except his father. His step mother immediately started a conversation with me, telling me her name and other irrelevant information that left enough hints to make me aware Benson wasn't her son.
As she spoke, my ears stayed focused on the conversation Benson and his brothers were having and I had now reached a conclusion about his family. They were horrible people. Heartless. Taunting him about his trauma?
I was furious on his behalf and I wished that we never came here.
Mr. Theodore soon joined us. I never saw him upclose until i met him earlier today. I had mostly only heard about him, and how he was a good man. But if you were around him and looked closely you could sense his dark aura. Now I'm wondering if all I read in Benson's diary was true.
"Excuse me," Mr Theodore said, forming a fake smile, only me could possibly see through, "I would like to have a private conversation with my son."
My gaze lands on Benson, I was scared. He still looked afraid. I needed to do something.
I formed a smile and nodded. Watching them both walk away.
"Oof, my stomach hurts. I think I need to use the restroom." I looked at Hariet.
"Oh, my goodness, are you okay?" She looked at me with concern and immediately instructed one of the maids to show me the restroom.
As soon as the maid led me to the restroom, I pretended I had gone in and when I confirmed she had left, I made my way upstairs. I trailed the voices I was hearing and stood by the door. My initial plan had been to go inside if Mr. Theodore was scolding Benson about me, and tell him we had settled the issue and he didn't have to worry again. But I started hearing something entirely different. I stood there, frozen.
Mr. Theodore killed his own mother, and then sent his own son to a psychiatric institution? My heart is overwhelmed with pain, and I wouldn't stop crying.
I hated myself so much. If it wasn't for me he would never have come back here. He should never be here around this wicked people.
It looked as if Benson was having a panic attack but i couldn't even go in to help him. I rushed to cover my mouth as a loud whimper slipped out. My body was trembling and I didn't know how to stop it.
I quietly rushed downstairs the moment I heard the door unlock.
"Ma'am, I thought you…" the maid was back standing in front of the restroom.
"Yes, I was also looking for you, I thought you had gone upstairs. I needed a hand sanitizer."
"Oh, I'm sorry ma'am. The-"
"It's fine. Never mind." I interrupted, making my way back to the dining. I didn't want Theodore to notice I was gone or suspect I had heard their conversation.
As soon as I joined them at the table, Mr. Theodore also strolled in. Looking so calm like nothing had just happened.
I frowned, looking at him and wondering who I wanted to die more between him and my grandma.
Benson was still upstairs, I wanted to go to him. If i waited a few minutes more and he still doesn't come down I will go up there to meet him. His family had better not try to stop me.
I was making up my mind to go when he walked into the living room. He didn't care to look back at us seated in the dining. He had a photo in his hands and looked helpless.
"Benson, what are you doing? Why aren't you joining us?" Henry asked.
"What is wrong with him?" Harriet chiped in.
"I bet he is having one of his mad episodes again," Mr. Theodore shook his head, as he put a fork of carbage in his mouth.
I looked at him with rage, and i swiftly diverted my gaze to Benson. He had now walked out.
"Dad, i'm scared." Westley turned on his chair.
"Thank you for having us, Harriet." I said and rushed out of their presence.
Benson had already gotten into the car, and before I could go closer to stop him he drove off at full speed.
"Miss Theodore, i'm sorry. Sir Theodore asked me to -" the driver walked up to me.
"Don't worry. Here, find your way home." I gave him some money to get a taxi and also made my way out to get one.
It was a residential area and it turned out taxi's weren't allowed. So i had to wait until I ordered a uber ride and it arrived. I didn't bother asking his family for help, they were evil.