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LUKE’S POV

“Lakel Luke!”

I awoke to the sound of resounding screams, my name plastered across the mouth of whoever was carrying out that nonsense. I turned to Ariel; she was still sleeping, her hands wrapping around me.

But then I heard my name again. “Luke! Come down here!” And that voice sounded like my great- aunt. No need for arguments; it was definitely her.

I slowly took Ariel’s hands off me, put on some shorts, and then put on a shirt. I left my room to see what all the screaming was about.

Treading down the stairs, I saw my great–aunt in the living room, dressed in her night outfit. Undoubtedly, she had recently awoken, yet she was present and generating this abhorrent din.

My eyes went further, and my mother stood close but not too close to the canon. She looked kind of broken and hurt; the expression on her face said it all.

My great–aunt finally caught sight of me, and she didn’t hesitate to give me a glare. But I couldn’t be terrified by that.

“What am I seeing here?” she barked

at me.

I looked at her in a confused manner. “I’m sorry. Say what now?”

“What is this trash doing here?” She gestured toward my mother.

“Who, she?” looked at my mom, then I looked back at this woman. “She, of course; who else would I be talking about?”

respect; that’s my mother right there.”

what?” My great–aunt gave me a disgusting face. “She

who are you to

ask me that. Have some respect, young

before, but I don’t think it’s possible. Since you don’t deserve respect, the same way

even let her come

you asking that?”

I will ensure

did it,” I told her at that very moment. “I’m the one who

to this mansion.

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did you do

mother. Why wouldn’t I let her come in? I can’t

be in pain.”

don’t really think so,” I

“Do you

woman has done all these years?

about my mother killing my father, or was she just going to accuse her of doing something terrible? My grandfather and this woman had never liked my mother.

reaching my eyes. This woman really had me fucked up. At times, a mere glance could unveil a world of disdain and animosity that simmered just beneath the surface, waiting to erupt like a volcano

civility to reveal the storm brewing within. With each passing glance, a

could see the hate my great–aunt had for my mother, and it was definitely not because of my father’s death. I knew, for a fact, that she had no knowledge of that. So, I could be right. Perhaps it

empathy sent shivers down this woman’s spine if she was unfortunate enough to cross my path. My dark path which has not been revealed to her, Because those feelings were concealed. But right now, my gaze was a dangerous weapon–ready to strike fear and unease in this woman’s heart. But I

air, suffocating this woman in its path. A stare that was a dagger, an expression that was a blow to the spirit of this woman who dared to do shit and act different, who dared to

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