A lie in the church episode 16
🌹A lie in
The church ⛪️
( 💝Love and lie 😔)
BY XONA_2018
_Full book INFO_
🙏 Read till the end 🙏
💘 chapter 16💘
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So far things had been going well, though I had a dream where Mrs. Sanchester was chasing me around the house for lying to her, I was glad I never had it again.
Thursday, Morris was away to see his family so Tristan took over the kitchen.
He didn’t allow me to help with anything because of what happened last time with the knife.
I sat at the Island watching him spice some chicken tenderloin, he looked like a chef, the way his hands moved and how focused he was.
“I’m tired of sitting here and watching you, please let me help. Last time was an accident, please allow me I’m dying here.”
I begged.
“You can wash the dishes.”
That was my least favourite task in the kitchen.
I stood up and walked to the sink, only three dishes were in the sink. It was better than nothing, I went to work.
Tristan came to rinse his hands, he stood behind me and caged me in his arms as his washed his hands, he placed his chin on my head, I didn’t know why he enjoyed doing that.
I stared at his hands and that was when I saw the fresh bruises, anger bubbled in,side of me.
I turned around immediately making his chin leave my head, he grabbed a paper towel and dried his hand, my eyes didn’t miss the bloodstain.
“You promised.”
He looked down at his knuckles and ignored me.
Ohh there was no way I was letting this go.
“You told me you….”
“I told you I can’t control it!”
He snapped looking at me.
“Of course you can, you just have to try.”
“Don’t act like you know what I’m going through!”
“Well, maybe if you tell me I could help!”
“I don’t need your help!”
“Are you going to live your whole life like this? Torturing yourself for whatever happened. I get it, I don’t know what you’re going through but self-harm is not the way to cope.”
I sounded like a shrink right now, I should change my major.
“It’s none of your damn business how I live my life!”
His jaw clenched.
“Why should I even help you with your lie when you won’t stop? We had a deal, and if you do not keep to your end of the deal then I won’t help you with your dumb plan!”
I yelled.
“Like you have a choice,” he mumbled.
I clenched my hands tightly cause I badly wanted to slap him for what he just said.
“Then I will leave.”
He laughed briefly at what I said.
“The last time I checked, you’re broke and no one will give you a place to stay, it’s just me. Why don’t you do what you’re here for and stay out of my business cause I never asked you about the hideous mark on your back.”
I went pale and mute.
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Tristan’s eyes were impassive as I stared into them, I couldn’t believe what he just said. He saw it and he called it hideous. Did it look that horrifying?
I gave him the meanest look I could muster up and turned away. I ran out of the kitchen with tears blinding my vision as I ran up the stairs to get to my room.
I shut the door and leaned on it then slid slowly to the ground, I tried to stop the sound escaping my l-ips but I couldn’t.
Hideous mark?
I pulled my knees to my chest and hugged them tightly as the tears kept falling, I sat there crying for a long time.
I stood up and walked to my closet, I brought my clothes out and pushed them in,side my suitcase.
Why did I even agree to help him? Ohh yes because I was dumb and believed I had a good heart. All I could think about right now was proving him wrong. First by getting a pregnancy test and getting a lawyer but I had a problem, I was broke.
I stopped and slumped on the bed with frustrated tears, I had nowhere to go and I had no money. I brushed my hair back with my hands and laid on the bed. I had no idea if anyone would hire me after the news.
I felt more insecure about the mark on my back now, he called it hideous.
I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep.
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My clothes were all over the floor when I woke up. I gr0-ned and stayed back in bed arguing with myself if I should leave the room, my stomach grumbled.
I skipped dinner last night, maybe he ate it all alone while I cried my eyes out. I stared at the ceiling like it could tell me what to do, my door opened and Tristan walked in with a tray packed with breakfast.
As much as I wanted to jump and dance in joy for the treat, I stopped myself and glared at him as he approached my bed.
“Morning.”
He said with a smile that looked fake to me.
I eyed him and got down from the bed, I left the room not saying a word to him.
I was sad Morris was not back, I wanted him to fix me something to eat. I wasn’t that good at cooking, I rubbed my stomach as I opened the fridge.
I grabbed the strawberry jam and four slices of bread, I made myself some coffee which tasted very bitter.
I sat at the Island and put some jam on the bread.
Tristan walked into the Kitchen and dropped the tray in front of me. I shall not fall into temptation.
“I made you a proper breakfast.”
I pretended not to hear him.
“Cassie?”
I held the table knife tightly when he called me that.
I wasn’t planning on talking to him, he should try h-rder. I ate the bread and jam pretending to enjoy it as I hummed and moved my head side-to-side.
“Seriously?” He asked.
I m0-ned as I took a sip from my bitter coffee I badly wanted to spit out.
“Fine, do whatever you want. I have tried to be nice anyway.”
He said and left the kitchen.
Nice? He really needed medical help.
I ran to the sink and poured everything. I rinsed my mouth and leaned on the counter. My stomach grumbled, I glared at my stomach and sighed.
Tbc…