The room went ice cold. The "layman" in me wanted to scream, ABORT MISSION! I was surprised at the question. I began to feel uneasy. My heart was beating so loud I thought she could hear it through the mattress. "I... I don't know what he gave to me, but I felt it was a hard substance. I knew I lost it. I lost it at the place where Elias died." I decided to go for the "damsel in distress" play. It worked in movies, right? "I can still make out the face of the people who killed him. Mrs. Graystone, help me get revenge!" I pleaded, sobbing. I leaned into the drama. "I am a poor girl. I can't do anything, though I'm Elias's girlfriend. It is a shameful thing because I can't bear the embarrassment and loss that they have caused me..." I was laying it on thick, hoping the tears would distract her from the fact that I was lying through my teeth.
But Mrs. Graystone wasn't buying what I was selling. She didn't look sad. She looked... hungry. Not for food, but for that disc.
"I asked again, what did he give to you?" she asked me with clear, open eyes. She wasn't blinking. It was terrifying. I became scared. I guess I have to figure out something before she finds out. If I told her I had it, would she bail me out again? Or would I "accidentally" fall off a balcony?
"Ma, I don't know what he gave to me, but I lost it. And I regret losing it because it was something he died for. I guess they are looking for something he was holding..." I looked down at my hands, trying to look like the world's most pathetic orphan.
In a moment, she didn't say anything to me. She was just looking at me. The silence was so heavy I could hear the clock ticking in the hallway. I felt like she was reading the subtitles of my soul, and they said: LITTLE LIAR. I felt like she was trying to say, "Little liar, spit it out. If you hold it in again, I will split your throat." The threat wasn't spoken, but it was there, hovering in the air like a ghost. She knew. Or she suspected. And in this house, suspicion was a death sentence.
"You can leave now," she told me in a low voice. It wasn't a kind dismissal. It was the sound of a predator letting a mouse go—for now.
I still didn't look at her and turned to leave. My legs felt like they were made of jelly. I walked out of that room, my mind racing a mile a minute. It's a good thing I was left that place on time, that woman really does looks scary when she's suspicious.... She's not aware of whom she's dealing with, I grew up in the streets, she's nothing to quake for though she's a bit just scary... Just a bit though... She is not even aware that her husband lied with her new maid... He even made me feel like a mistress... I giggled to myself... See who is interrogating me... Hahaha... The mistress of the house... The hidden mistress... He's got the guts to sex with his son's girlfriend... Huhh... I will hold him tight... That sexy man of the house, the rich billionaire who can't control himself...
Enough Julia. Enough... Just... Just.... Well...
take a deep breath first... Relax... And.... Be confident, Elias thought you well.
Okay, Julia, I whispered to myself as I reached the hallway. You just lied to a billionaire who probably eats liars for breakfast. You have a disc in your bra, a mourning daughter who hates you downstairs, and a 'sex-hungry' father who might be the only person in this house who doesn't want to kill you. I let out a shaky, hysterical little giggle. "Well," I muttered, "at least my life isn't boring anymore. If only I could find a charger for this disc... and maybe some more ice cream."
I headed back to my room, making sure to avoid Jane. I had a feeling the "pit-world" was about to get a lot deeper, and I needed to figure out if I was the hero of this movie I just accidentally started acting or just the first person to die in the sequel.
I couldn't make out the reason why Elias didn't tell me anything about that fucken drive. now he's dead and he's left me to play a drama with his family, taking me hostage to work as a house help my entire life cause they thought I killed Elias. my own beloved. the only man I loved. how could anyone in the world be so ruthless.