Life in Darkness

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Chapter 12

~Rowaelin~

Adrian and Eva began to argue, their accents thickening as their voices shouting at each other, for the thousandth time today.

They didn’t notice me change into the clothes and they didn’t notice me slip out of the room, the dog noticed me.

I walk down the halls with Max by my side, his mouth still dyed red. I walk into the church and look to the stained glass that covers the windows, the sun shines through them and colours the room in different hues.

I purse my lips together as I turn back around and continue to walk through the halls, hunters pass me and their eyes widen.

“What are you doing out here?” John asks as he sees me walking the halls. I look to him and his eyes soften, “Love, You should be resting.”

I roll my eyes and grind my back teeth, he sees me as a cracked porcelain doll, they all do.

“Are you alright?” he asks me.

“Yes,” I manage to say, “Don’t worry about me.”

He looks at me with wide eyes, he is surprised at my reaction.

“Rowaelin,” he starts, “What you went through, it isn’t alright, I will make sure those men are punished.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I say looking away from him and continuing my walk, “I’m used to it.”

I walk through the halls, leaving John behind.

Yes, I am used to it, I am used to being used and bruised and bitten and hit and raped. I am used to it all. I’m used to it happening up to ten times a night.

Max walks with me and growls at the hunters that look at me too long.

“Rowaelin!” a woman calls, I turn and see the huntress from the farm, Rose. I scowl at her and Max steps in front of me.

“What?” I ask.

“Adrian is looking for you,” she says, then she looks to my clothes, “Eva came to me wanting clothes, they don’t seem to fit well on you. I guess I just have more muscles.”

I turn on my heels and walk away from her, not taking her ridiculing remarks.

“You know, you should be thanking me,” she calls, I stop mid-step, “After all, I was there when you were rescued. I helped. The others were quick to thank us, not you. You remained silent, as if you wanted to stay with the vampires.” I turn to look at her as she crosses her arms over her chest, “I bet you loved every second that they had you. Didn’t you? That’s why you didn’t want to say where Thana was, isn’t it? You don’t want to betray your Mistress.”

“Rowy!” Adrian says, running up from behind me. Rose smiles sweetly and I feel my anger boil in my stomach.

“What are you doing here?” Adrian asks, putting a hand on my shoulder, “You shouldn’t sneak out like that.”

“I was about to bring her back,” Rose says, her eyes soften as she looks to Adrian with doe eyes, “She seemed scared when I found her wandering the hallway.”

“Thank you, Rose,” Adrian says, nodding his head, “Come on Rowaelin, the lawyer is here.”

I glare at Rose as Adrian leads me away from her, he leads me to a large room with a table in the middle. At the table sits an older gentleman wearing an expensive suit and designer glasses. If he were in the brothel, all of the girls would want to be on his lap.
Thana made sure to teach us who was really rich and who was a fraud.

“Miss Black?” he asks, standing and extending his hand to me, “My name is Jon Star, from Tess Lawyers.”

I shake the man’s hand and he gestures for me to sit.

“I’m here on behalf of your mother,” He says, briefly glancing at my neck, “Everything in her will has been left to you. And I am here to make sure you get it, might we have the room, Mr Silvanus?”

Adrian looks to me and then leaves with Max behind him, he shuts the door but stays right outside.

“Please, Miss Black, sit,” I look to the chair and then sit as he does, “Your mother paid the highest amount to make sure that I gave all of this to you in person and in confidentiality. I was a friend of hers since high school.”

My eyes widen as he puts a photograph on the table, one of him and my mother.

“She never gave up looking for you, whatever they told you was a lie,” he slides the photo closer to me and I hold it in my hand and look at my mother’s face.

“Her house is now yours,” he says, putting a thick envelope onto the table, he pulls out a large stack of papers out and puts it in front of me. I read through the will and my heart races. My mother has left me everything, the house, her money, her car.

I sit with the lawyer for half an hour, signing papers, he hands over the keys to my mother’s things, five keys in total.

One for the house, one for the car and one for a storage unit in Kansas, there are two keys that are not like the others. They are solid gold and look very old, one is rather small, and the other, rather large.

“What do these unlock?” I ask the lawyer as he shuts his bag.

“She never told me,” he says standing to his feet, “and before you ask, I don’t know who your father is either. Your mother was very secretive about that as well.”

Jon hands me a card with his name and number on it.

“If you need anything,” he says, “Call me first.”

I nod my head and then he leaves as Adrian walks back into the room with Eva by his side.

“Are you ready to go?” Eva asks, I look at the envelope in front of me.

According to it, I am very rich, with over three hundred and sixty thousand dollars in my bank account.

Adrian puts his hand on my shoulder and I look up to him, I nod my head and then stand. He escorts me to his car and opens the door for me.

I get in the car and he shuts the door and opens the back for Max.

He takes me back to Eva’s farm, the trip is a lot smoother than coming back from the farm, though I still fall out of the car when we arrive, and my stomach heaves but nothing comes out.

“I think you need to eat,” Adrian says, holding my hair away from my face, he helps me stand to my feet and then grabs his things from the back seat, one of which is a large sword case, he leads me inside and almost instantly I am swarmed by other men and women.

“The poor thing,” one of them gapes, taking my hand, “Look at you. Come, we will help you.”

They all cluck around me, I step back away from them and bump into Adrian’s chest.

“I think she just needs some peace right now,” Adrian says, putting his hand on my shoulder to steady me.

“I’ll show her to her room,” one of the girls smiles, she seems to be only slightly older than me.

The girl smiles and takes my hand, I pull back and look to Adrian.

“It’s okay,” he smiles, “I’ll be right behind you.”

I follow the girl and she leads me to a room, it is not as large as my last room, but it feels adequate, it has a smaller bed, the girl calls it a king single bed, it also has a bookshelf with some books on it, and a desk with a computer on it.

“You will be comfortable here,” she smiles, leaning on the door frame, “No one will hurt you here.”

I look to her and see bite marks on her neck, I look away quickly as she turns to Adrian.

“Your room is down this way,” She says, turning around and leading Adrian away.

I sit on the edge of the bed and look at the beige coloured wall, I hold the envelope in my hand and then open it. I take out the photo of my mother and stare at it, she is smiling and her eyes glint, she looks to be around my age. I take a deep breath and put the photo away before standing and putting the envelope under my pillow.

I look around my room and then walk over to the bookshelf.

“How do you find it?” Eva says, walking into the room without knocking, I look to her and she smiles, “I have made some dinner, come eat.”

I follow her into a dining room and sit down at a large table, all around me are the others under Eva’s care, they eat happily while I stare at the bowl.

It is some kind of soup, with meat and vegetables, next to my bowl are two slices of bread.

“Eva made all this herself,” the girl next to me says with a smile, “it’s quite good.”

I stare at my food and swirl my spoon around the bowl.

“You need to eat,” Eva says, looking to me, “When was the last time you ate?”

I shrug my shoulders and she sighs and eats her own dinner. I take a deep breath as I continue to not eat. One by one the others finish their meals and leave the table. I remain sitting at the table, swirling my spoon around and around the bowl.

“Rowy,” Adrian says, sitting beside me with a bowl of soup in his hands, “What’s wrong? Why aren’t you eating?”

I remain silent.


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