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192-The Devil In Disguise
Something told me I should know more about Markus. I watched him get up from the stairs and then
disappear on the third floor. Pamela was not home, and my mother wouldn't come out for hours. This
wouldn’t be the first time that she had beaten me or threatened me with a knife, so it didn't really affect
me too much.
I wasn't allowed to be on the stairs, but since no one was around, I followed Markus, and soon I was on
the third floor with him. The third floor was drastically different from the first.
There was only room at the end of the dark hallway. The lamps were broken, and shattered glass was
everywhere. I don't know when it happened, but the spider webs gave away the truth.
Walking through the hallway and reaching the bedroom was the scariest pathway I have ever followed.
Once I pushed the door open, I found Markus sitting on the floor and holding a teddy bear.
I did a quick scan around and noticed all the drawings on the walls.
They seemed to be following a story. One could also see some chaos in the drawings.
"Do you like my room?* He suddenly lifted his head and asked me with a pout on his lips.
"It's cozy,* I admitted uncomfortably.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Then why don't you come sit with me?* He asked sweetly, tapping his hand on the cold floor. Passing
him a smile, I sat down with him.
"You drew these?" I asked, pointing my finger at the drawings hanging from the walls. After he nodded,
I reached for one of the drawings and grabbed it.
"Where do you get the inspiration for these?* I questioned, getting intrigued by his imagination.
"From my dreams," he said, forming a sad pout on his lips.
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"Can you tell me what this picture is about?* I turned the drawing to him and tapped my finger at what
seemed to be a warrior.
"I will tell you in your ear," he whispered, making me wonder if somebody was listening to us.
"All right," I said, hunching over and tucking my hair behind my ear. He leaned over and brought his lips
near my ear, but then he did something completely out of character.
He grabbed my face and forced me to look in his direction. It happened in a matter of seconds. By the
time I could gather what he was doing, he had already pressed his lips against mine.
"Mmmm fuck!" I complained, pushing him away and breaking the kiss. I was going to respond, but I felt
a tight grip around my arm and force dragged me up on my feet and away from Markus.
"What were you doing? He is unstable. How could you do such a thing with him?" Pamela was panting
in shock and revolt. Even I was taken aback by the whole incident. It was disgusting to think about, but
he initiated it. I didn't even take part in it.
"I didn't do anything. He kissed me," I pointed at Markus, who was now hugging his teddy and shaking
while crawling to the corner of the room in fear.
"You said I would enjoy it. I didn't like it," he cried, making my jaw meet the floor.
"What did you do? What were you doing to him?" Pamela's anger was justified. Any mother would be
angry, but I didn't do anything. Markus fucking played me.
"Why are you lying?" I asked him, and he acted as if he was so scared of me that he couldn't even
breathe in my presence.
"Let's go. Your mother should know what a horrible person you are." Pamela kept my arm in her grasp
and made me briskly walk after her as she took me downstairs. I raised my face and watched Markus
standing at the top of the staircase with his hands in his pants' pockets and looking eerily normal.
The whole incident has left me in shivers. That's why I didn't even try getting out of Pamela's hold. She
shoved me into the room and caught the attention of my mother.
"Why did you have my daughter's arm in such a tight grasp?" Mom rolled out of bed to check on me
before she yelled at Pamela.
"Your daughter was preparing my son to have sex with her.* Pamela didn't even tell her the exact thing
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmthat she had witnessed. She went overboard with her accusations.
"There is no way my daughter would do something like that." Mom stood in front of me to save me from
the eyes of Pamela.
"Well then, ask her why I found her kissing my son in his bedroom. Why did she go there?* Pamela
yelled at the top of her lungs. If mom wasn't in the way, she might have tried attacking me as well.
"I wanted to check on him but he — he kissed me," I repeated myself but it sounded like a bunch of
lame excuses. My fault was that I went into the room.
"Huh! you want me to believe my gorgeous daughter was seducing your crazy son?*
My mom let out a laugh, mocking her for thinking anybody would ever want her son.
It wasn't the right thing to say, but he wasn't even disabled. He was using that excuse to fool everyone
and get away with whatever crazy shit he was doing behind our backs.
"That’s enough. Tell your daughter not to come near my son again. I will strip her naked and make her
run around if I find her in bed with my innocent son," Pamela warned my mother before she walked out
of the room and slammed the door shut.
The silence remained for a minute before my mother turned around and slapped me hard enough to
burst my lip and make it bleed.
"That crazy boy? Seriously? Are you that devastated?" She muttered under her breath, making sure
Pamela didn't hear us.
"He is not crazy. He is playing us all," I muttered back at her, and my claims did shock her.
They are fooling us," I finished.
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