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A melodic yet bored laughter follows his question, along with the heels clicking against the marble, slowly replacing the beauty in front of me and filling my insides with discomfort and pain.
“Out. Having fun.” I hear some stumbling, so she must be drunk and probably leaning on the wall now. “Something you have no idea about.” More laughter chills my blood because I know what she’ll say next.
She always says it whenever she stays outside for long and comes back reeking of alcohol and weird-smelling perfumes. “If you did, I probably wouldn’t have to go to another man to get it.”
“Watch your mouth, Elizabeth.”
“Jealous, Jacob?”
I can almost imagine the blank expression settling on Daddy’s features while disgust blankets his gaze. He never looks at her differently. “I don’t give a fuck what you do, Elizabeth, as long as it doesn’t affect my boys.” A beat passes. “It was an important night for them, and you missed it because you were fucking around with my cousin?”
I scrunch my eyes, covering my ears and not wanting to listen to them as their arguments usually mean some kind of heartbreak for me.
A rustling from my right snags my attention, and I glance toward the beds where my twin Frederick sits up, blinking the sleep away and frowning, cringing at the fight erupting outside.
We do it for different reasons, so I’m not surprised when he extends his hand to me. “Come here, Florian. Let’s put on headphones and sleep.” He throws his blanket away and pats the bed gently. Looking at the rain longingly one more time, I go to him.
But the voices just grow louder.
“Bellamy loves me! It should have always been him!”
“Take it to your father, darling. He’s the one who arranged this marriage.”
“I want a divorce!” she screams, and we hear some hitting sounds, which means she’s attacking Daddy. He usually just pushes her away but never hurts her.
He hates Mommy. They don’t even sleep in the same room and never did, according to the rumors. He only speaks to her whenever it has something to do with us, and even then, all their conversations end up like this.
They scream in the hallway in the middle of the night, where they think no one hears them when, in fact, the whole house does.
I know because the staff always whispers in the morning.
“Nothing is stopping you, darling. If you want a divorce, I’ll give it to you.” His chuckle is so hollow and cold. I jump on the bed and clench the blanket tight as Frederick wraps his arm around me. “Although I think my cousin will quickly lose interest in you once you don’t have my money to spend on him.”
More hitting follows. “You bastard!” She yelps, so Daddy must have pushed her away now. “I deserve my money.”
“What money, Elizabeth? Your father wrote you off his will once he learned about your affair, and you signed a prenup. Good luck trying to argue it in court.”
“Bellamy loves me.”
“No, Elizabeth. He hates me and uses you as a weapon against me. The minute you aren’t my wife, he’ll lose interest. Like he always does.”
“You’re wrong. And I’ll prove it to you.” Frederick and I glance at each other, both of us frowning because Mom has never said something like this before. “We will get married and build our little family. Bellamy, me, and Frederick.”
My heart pangs painfully in my chest, and Frederick’s arm flexes around me like he wants to shield me from our mom’s cruelty.
Although it’s pointless because she never hid her indifference toward me and her love for my fraternal twin. He looks exactly like her, while I’m the spitting image of our dad.
Which is funny because we are both blond and green-eyed, yet we are nothing alike.
Our mom continues, though, as if sending invisible daggers my way wasn’t enough. I’m not surprised. She never hides how much she hates me.
A hate she has to control because Dad cuts off her finances whenever she shows her true colors toward me.
He might take her bullshit. However, his patience never extends further when it comes to me, and he protects me from her viciously, and for this, he will always be my hero.
“I love my baby boy, and I’ll take you to court for custody! Bellamy has the money,” she yells, probably awakening the entire household. “You won’t be able to keep them both.”
Dad’s laughter probably can scare the dead. “He doesn’t work and soon won’t have even his inheritance left. And let’s not forget something, darling. I have all the evidence to prove your infidelity. No court will grant you custody. Believe me on this.”
