My phone buzzed in my handbag, I pulled it out to check who it was, when I saw the caller ID was Christian, I felt safe.
“Jenna, where are you heading to” his voice came out sharp, there was no hello or hi, the question didn’t even sit well with me.
“Why are you asking?” I asked him, feeling suspicion.
“You just left the coffee shop and now your cab is going the wrong way, did you get lost?”
“How did you know I’m in a cab?”
He was quiet, I turned to look at the cab closely following behind us.
“You told that guy to follow me and here I was thinking that I’m going to get kidnapped ”
“I’m sorry. But where are you going?” He didn’t deny the fact that he sent someone to follow me, to stalk me.
“I’m going to my parents house ”
“It’s too early, I thought they asked for dinner ”
I shrugged even when he wouldn’t see it.
“You don’t sound so good baby, What’s wrong?”
I’m your bloody niece.
“Nothing ”
“Was it Larissa?”
“No, Larissa was nice” I lied.
“Then what’s the matter…”
“Nothing, I’m fine. Talk to you later ”
“I’m not done with talking ” I heard him say before I ended the call, I shoved the phone into my handbag.
It buzzed a couple times. I pulled it out and put it on mute.
By the time I was at my parents house, I had received thirty missed calls from Christian but thankfully, the guy in dark suit stopped following me.
I climbed down from the cab, paid the driver and started towards my door but then I looked behind me, didn’t know why.
My eyes fell on Daniel, he was leaning on a tree and he had a smoke in his hand, he kept his eyes on me and took a long drag.
“The prodigal daughter” he said and threw the smoke on the ground, he crushed it with his shoe and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke.
The prodigal daughter?
“How does it feel to fuck your own uncle”
Jesus, not him too.
I stool a step backwards.
“Why are you running Jenna…”
I stopped walking and stood there facing him, we were several feets away yet I felt as if I was standing right in front of him.
He raised his shirt and stand in front of the mirror and I see you”
“Daniel, look I didn’t mean for any of that to happen ”
“Of course you didn’t, makes me want to believe that you really didn’t your co-star with an iron but it was your uncle’s iron fist that did the job” I was quiet and his eyes sparkled.
“I knew it” he said laughing. “I asked a question”
“I don’t owe you an answer”
“Can you even look your dad in the eyes, you’re fucking his brother” I moved and felt the sting between my legs, my pussy was still sore.
Tears stung my eyes but they gathered slowly at the corner, they didn’t fall.
I turned away from Daniel and ran to the house.
“Judgement time will come soon and you’ll have to explain your actions” Daniel shouted after me. “Things will soon get ugly!”
I cursed under my breath as I pressed the code into the door, my hands were shaking, I should have just used the key.
The door opened and I ran inside, I locked it and fell to the floor, there, the tears came freely.
I stood up and locked the floor, my parents weren’t home, I went to my former bedroom and I looked around.
There wasn’t trace of anything I owned, my parents had cleared my remaining belongings out.
I went to the kitchen to find Christmas card that my grandparents had sent… Marcellino’s mum and dad were eager to meet me, it was obvious.
It was November yet they were reminding us about the Christmas gathering.
“Fuck” I cursed under my breath, how would I be able to look them in the eyes and smiles.
Taboo… But we’re not related by blood. It doesn’t matter, does it?
Does it mean I should and this madness now?” I felt really certain that I was brave enough to tell Christian that we should stop this. I was in love with him, it would be like cutting my hand off.
I’ll return his house, his car, resign from Andreas and probably go and start life somewhat else. Somewhere no one would recognise me, I could even change my name, I’ll say I’m Phillipa.
I heard the door open, I looked outside the window, my parents arrive by seven or eight, it was too early for them to be here. Was it an intruder?
I walked to the door and took a peek, I could see nothing but I heard footsteps, familiar footsteps.
It was Christian.
“Jenna!” He called loudly.
My body jerked away from the door, I dashed out of the kitchen and ran through the back door. There was a shed at the back where my stepdad stored his many useless tools.
I ran there, the door was locked, pad locked. I heard the doors inside the house opening and closing really quickly, he was searching the house like the SWAT team trying to bust criminals.
Why was I running away from him?
“Jenna!” He called again, this times his voice was close, too close. Terror filled me.
I dashed to the back of the shed and the pressed my back on the building.
“Jenna…” He was outside. In front of the shed while I was at the back.
There was silence and I dreaded it, if only he spoke or made noises I would know where to run and how to run.
I could hear the birds chirping from the trees overhead.
“What are you doing?” His voice came deep and low, I trembled and held my chest because my heart was hammering on my ribcage.
He was standing there, beside me and he was looking at me as if he had just caught a small child stealing cookies.
“Why are you hiding from me?”
I peeled my back away from the wooden structure and I walked out.
“I’m not hiding from you” I defended and I walked to the front of the shed, he didn’t follow behind me, he went the other way, we met ourselves at the same time in front.
He called my name but I didn’t stop walking, I reached the door and went to the living room.
“How did you know I was here?” I asked turning to look at him, knowing he would follow me.
He just pointed to my handbag that was laying in the front of the door.
I almost slapped my cheek.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” There was deep concern in his voice, and also fear.
“Don’t call me baby” I spat out.