Chapter 12: Chapter 12

Raymond POV:-

I had free time so I thought about having lunch with Violet. Thankfully try once again to apologize to her and try to fix things between us and apologize.

For once, just for once, I want her to smile at me. I was willing to do anything for it.

While I was coming, I came to know her brother had an accident so I thought I could take them to the hospital but when I came all I saw Violet leaving with her stuff.

The school was gonna call her mother about the accident anyways but the fact after all my warnings, she was trying to leave, it pissed me off to no extent and instead of doing either of the things I initially intended.

I followed Violet and only to find her trying to leave. It was highly disappointing so I tried to control my rage and not throw a tantrum like I did before and took her back to the hospital to see her brother.

But deep down, I bet she must be thinking it was me. It was heartbreaking to fathom what she anticipated.

“Kenneth.” She cried, seeing him in this state, unconscious at the moment.

I saw my beloved Violet crying and it hurt me and made me realize I cannot hold her when she is crying.

My hands cannot soothe her.

I shouldn't have done it but my penitence now cannot make things right .I don’t know what took over me as I have lost myself in the fiery fire. Even if it was not my fault and a minor accident but..

Will it let it make things right?

I pulled her close to me and began to console her,

"Shh.. It's alright... He's gonna wake up soon." I began to caress her back as she didn't push me away and continued to cry, clutching my shirt between her fingers tightly.

"Please... don't do anything like this.. take it out on me.. but please. .don't hurt them.." She whispered in a croaked voice, resting her hands on my chest.

She truly thinks it’s me.

I moved my hand from her back to her cheeks and began to caress them as I spoke in a gentle tone,

"I can't hurt you… It’s not me." I can't. Her lips parted to ask but I cut her off.

"Now, tell me. Are you gonna do something like this again?" I asked in a low but soft tone.

"..No.." She said in an inaudible voice but it wasn't enough. I held her chin making her look at me.

"Are You?" I said with coldness lingering off from my voice. She needs to learn.

"N-No.." She stuttered. Finally, At least she has some fear of me in her heart now.

“Kenneth?” A gasping voice came as we turned and saw Mrs Cadhill, panicking.

Her mother entered as she got away from me. She wiped her tears and her mother gave us an astonished look but turned her attention back to her son.

"Oh my God! What happened to him?" She asked worriedly, rushing to his side, tears brimming in her eyes.

"Thankfully, It's nothing serious, Ma'am. He'll wake up soon." I explained to her.

"Oh thank God.." She exhaled in relief as I began to say.

"Ma'am. Where was Violet? I was coming to pick her up but she wasn’t there." I asked her on purpose.

I didn’t realize she was grieving over her son’s condition and I shouldn’t have asked.

"Wasn't she with you? Or in the bakery?" She asked, wiping her tears, kissing her son’s hands.

It pricked my heart. Do mothers do this? How does it feel? I have never experienced it. Does it fade the pain? Lessen it? I was genuinely curious. How does it feel?

Is a mother’s warmth really that powerful as I heard? Will he wake up? There’s no way he will.

“Raymond?” Mrs Cadhill called, snapping me out of my disruptive thoughts.

"Huh? No.. Um, she wasn’t.” I cleared my throat, regaining my senses.

“She was running away. Don't you know about it?" I asked her as she looked shocked and scared, averting her gaze shyly.

"No! No one has anything to do with it!" She almost yelled in her defense, trying to defend her mother.

"Now. Hush Violet." I said sternly, glaring at her.

"..No..." She whispered and looked down as her mother said with a long sigh.

"Yes. I knew. Her Aunt was sick and she couldn't attend her marriage so I sent her for a one day visit there to receive her Elder's blessing. To Germany. "

Her mother explained calmly, folding her arms but glaring at me.

"I see... You should have told me then, Violet" I told her, shrugging my shoulders to not make a deal out of it.

Now I think about it, I didn’t ask either. I should have known she wouldn’t dare to escape.

"You weren't listening to me" She said in a cold tone and that courageous Violet was back, rolling her eyes from me..

She knew I won’t do anything in her mother's presence. That's why she acted this way, taking advantage of my silence and non-existent patience.

"Ma'am, I am taking her to my home." I announced. Too much to my Violet's shock, widened eyes and gaped mouth in disbelief.

"Why?" Her mother asked, displeased with the idea.

"So that she won't go on visits like that again and if she does, we could go together." I hummed, glancing at Violet from time to time.

"No." Her mother sternly said.

"Ma'am you need to be with Kenneth,besides you can't leave her home alone, do you?"I asked. Her mother gets it, I can do anything and said with a sigh knowing I will be stubborn.

"Okay. Ask her but if she says so you won’t force her like before." She taunted emptily, hitting my nerve with her mock.

I offered Violet my hand and asked gallantly to her, "You don't have a problem? Do you, Violet? I can assure you won’t regret it."

“You can also get familiar with my place, Celine would love to have you.” I asked sweetly as the seriousness in my eyes was enough for her to obey but I smiled.

Hoping it could conceal my vileness.

"Okay… Let’s go." She said, looking down, swallowing hard.

Violet kissed her brother's forehead and hugged her mother. Mrs Cadhill beside Kenneth, kissing his hand again which caused me to stop in my tracks.

I opened my mouth to ask why she was kissing his hand but her son groaned, opening his eyes slowly.

“Kenneth!” Violet rushed to him with tears brimming in her eyes.

“Are you okay, love? Are you hurt? How did this happen?” Mrs Cadhill asked, panicking, holding his hand tightly, shedding tears.

“Mama… I am tired…” He whispered, closing his eyes again.

“Oh, my love.” She sniffed, kissing his head.

To say I was confused would be an understatement. He literally has a bruise over his head, nothing major. Why are they vexed about it? Still better than a broken bone.

“Take care, Kenneth.” Whispering, Violet kissed his head and walked away as I continued to stare at her Mother. Mystified.

I broke my arm once but my Father sent the our butler to pick me and not to mention Mother’s scolding for being ‘weak’

“Where are you lost? Let’s go.” Violet snapped her fingers before me, dragging me out again.

Shaking my head, I sighed again. I and Violet excused ourselves and walked out.

“Why were you staring at my Mother like this?” She asked, walking with me.

“I.. don’t know.” I lied, looking down.

“Hmm?” Arching a brow she didn’t buy my explanation.

“Did.. it hurt you?” I asked vaguely, not meeting her gaze but my hand was in my pocket with an assertive posture to not show kindness.

“Are you heartless or what? Of course it did. How would you feel to find your sister like this?” She snapped, glaring at him, displeased at my question.

“Who doesn’t feel hurt to find their loved ones hurt? It definitely hurts more than you imagine.” She sighed while we walked down.

My heart clenched to know…

“Loved ones?”

My parents didn’t love me? They never expressed nor showed.

“Yeah. But who will you understand? Those who deal with emotions cannot grasp its true value.” She mocked, laughing a little.

Hitting where it hurts the most by her comments, it’s not like I asked or wanted. I was willing to apologize, to start things genuinely with her but… apparently not possible anymore.

“You would never understand what emotions are until the one near your heart will be hurt, Raymond. You could never understand.” She hissed, glaring at me when he entered the lift.

It made me utterly furious, I wanted to yell, scream, throw things and tell her it’s not true. It’s a lie but what could it alter?

“Exactly so, stop bothering yourself with meaningless words.” I warned, glaring at her to shut her mouth.

Rolling her eyes off, we went to the parking lot without talking further.

“And besides…” I paused, startling her by the change in my resonance.

As soon as we sat in the car I yanked her arms toward me and said in a grave tone,

"Don't you think I have forgiven you that easily." I said as I began to drive, taking her back to my place.