Chapter 9: The bangle

Carter's pov

Isn't it obvious for somebody to have a remorse after putting a living being in unconsciousness state for a week?

well, I didn't have any regrets, it's like he brought it to himself, he could have told me he is chronically ill or whatever hell disease he have and I would be spared the anger his nanny threw at me and night calls I have been receiving from her to keep it a secret. If he had something to hide so bad, he could have called off working with me and I would have gone without sparing him a glance but he made it come to this. Damn him I think.

just thinking of it is making me sick to the guts, I can't wrap my fingers on it, and it fall more worse that I am coordinating all of the two companies as if I am their slave or as if I will get an award, I sound whinny but who cares when am losing my pride and whatever was lined up for me in the Harrison's.

First rule, keep your mouth shout.
second, If his father call, tell him his off to work early, moreover, don't dare answer personal questions for him, and search for a lie for workers to gossip about and pay less attention to his absence. lastly, shut the damn mouth. You hear that? lectures am getting every midnight to cover for his absence. I am simply acting like an undercover cop. And it's stressing me out, waking early and getting two hours of sleep, to show my father that everything is alright and in it's in right place, but who am I kidding? I feel hella tired and I think after this I will have a very long long vacation.

It's been a week since Mr Bel fell into unconsciousness, I wasn't even able to visit him. Funny. Because I wish to but I am either busy or don't want to face that granny again. I sound like a damsel in distress and it's quite an evince I didn't know I had. The worst part about the Maxwell's I haven't noticed is that it's built to brighten the mood and these colors in his office makes me feel nauseated , so it's time to refurbish.

His wall planner has pauses everywhere as if he doesn't work at all some dates are labeled with a big T, which I think is time, but noway that kind of person is worried about time and what happens to it, so it's either tests or therapy, right! therapy sounds like it, he seems to need a lot of therapy, a person who wears turtle necks and gloves while it's burning , I can't peg him for being normal, and I believe the truth behind it. he is like a psychopath or a sociopath, all these goes together most of the time.
Despite that I can't feel any pity towards him, I am actually curious and feel like I can't wait to get a revelation and the truth behind him and his sickness, the smile he gave me while he was falling apart is embedded right in my mind, it is following me in the shower, at work, while I take my meals and it has been worse since it is appearing in my dreams, it is ridiculously driving me nuts and the more time I think about it the more I question myself of the knowledge I possess.
And the bangle seems damn familiar, I know I saw it somewhere but I can't bring my best instincts that is why now I am driving home to my highschool case and check it for myself, I haven't been home in ages, it just don't come to me to be there and I sometimes think that there is no reason to be there, right?
A bachelor who does nothing but work and sleep around and about, moreover cause chaos whenever he is at home, it is impossible for me to bear the idea of being there, and the memories are still strong for me to let it go that easily.

As I turned off the engine , I parked in front of a white and blank pink semi detached house, the forth reason why I hated being here was the house's decorations, I simply hate bright colors, everything that gives hope or seems good makes me feign, that is not how I was raised, my room used to have white walls, but white is disgusting, it gets easily dirty and I haven't had anytime to tidy my room or whatever I can to make it neat, and after my mother's death, I realized that there was no reason for me to keep it white, when a person who lives in it tainted it with her blood and didn't plead guilty, it wasn't right. And actually I felt like the feng shui could be applied for me to accept living here, luckily, they can burn all the family portraits.
That is why my room was painted dark grey and located far above from everyone else, to keep the harmony between my family.
I was impossible and I knew.
"speak of the devil, and he shall appear with a closed face at home after a hella longtime without a single call or message to his twin sisters." Nora shouted as she opened the door for me, she talks and she never stops which is opposite of Milly, she is understanding and know when to talk or keep quite, she is quite a face and mood reader before doing anything just like mum, the fifth reason I hate being here, she reminds me of her.
" hey, Nor I didn't know I will come, so I didn't call..." I said shushing her from further words.
"As if ." she said and left me to do whatever I came here to do.
As I shuffled to the stairs, Milly was descending the stairs, seeing her I clutched the railing hard that I thought it was going to break, and by that she smiled and waved at me as if we are strangers and I found myself smiling too.
without further words , I ascended towards her and gripped hard her arm.
"I missed you cart" She said calling me our mother's nickname she used to call me, the name I spent time crying over for , that it sounded like a cat but she never stopped calling me that , until it became my favorite name despite having full names.
"me too." I said forcing a smile to act cool.
"Don't worry, dad is not home, he will be back tomorrow, you can sleep over." she said quickly to make me feel good.

"no, I won't bother, I got heap of work and it won't take long for me to finish and leave, I will visit." I said and she nodded showing a flash of hurt in her eyes.

That is it, I can't do anything to mend our broken family, Nora Alba Harrison and Milly Albine Harrison are twins, the stupid sisters who were young and Innocent to know what our father did to mom and they let him live with them. I can't blame them though, they were afraid to lose a father after losing a mother, but me I couldn't replace it, no way, the bitterness couldn't go away. And them attending senior highschool, is an amazing thing my father has done so far, holding them for a privileged life, I wouldn't care less but I think he cheer for that.

reaching to my room, it was just like how I left it, I didn't have a lot of things there not even idols portraits, I was just not interested at that time and I haven't changed much, for me to have them anyway.
the wardrobe was empty except for my highschool basketball jersey and all gifts from my mother and her. the dark grey rug was clean, they clean it everyday maybe, that is what I thought, because there was no single dust I could see.
And looking at the bedside table, I remembered what I came here for, the case. Opening the first drawer, there was a small case I got on my birthday from anonymous person but me I knew her, I knew it was her the time I saw the gift and I was much relieved that maybe I wasn't a one sided fool. As I opened the case the box inside held a bangle just like his, engraved with a word CL inside meaning Carter and Leina, I looked at it as if it was the last thing I needed to see before leaving for eternity and by that, I knew that I was doomed, if it is what I think it is, it is an end for me, I layed slowly on my bed I haven't slept in for ages while holding it tight afraid to let it go and closed my eyes to think of my second move. I will either see her again or make a wrong move like always.