Shattered Violets~40

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Fuck, I didn’t want to admit it, but it was easy to fall into a daily routine. Thankfully, Damon kept his promise and didn’t push a sexual relationship but he did demand that we ate dinner together and spend time getting to know each other in the evenings.  I was relieved that he was busy during the day attending to business matters, which kept it out of my way most of the time. He spend most of his days in the city, doing god knows what.  Part of me hoped he was fucking his assistant, to keep his urges off me.

He tried to be romantic, so we’d spend the evening walking in the gardens or sit back in one of the smaller sitting rooms, just talking. He had this bad habit of holding my hand, which always made my body stiffen from his touch.  I was shocked to find out that Damon was a talker. He wasn’t afraid to let go and didn’t hold anything back. He told me about his childhood, his family, including his hopes and dreams. He’d ask me questions I didn’t want to answer, so I kept my reply simple. The last thing I wanted him to know was how I dreamt of Angel and couldn’t wait to get away from him. Then there were those moments when everything seems peaceful between us, and I could almost let down my guard enough to believe I could fall for him. Well that was until the evens of the past weeks flooded back to me, and I remembered that I’m being held here against my will.

The one thing Damon talk most about was his childhood. It seemed that he had a loving middle class family, but never felt like he measured up. He spent the summers working, putting away money for college, but would spend the weekends camping with friends and a week at the beach with his parents. I laughed when he told me about his camping antics and hanging out with his friends. Still it seemed that Damon wanted more out of his life than what his parents provided. He went off to college and majored in Business and Finance; graduating with high marks. Still school didn’t stop him from working two part-time jobs to keep his school debts down. Once he graduated, he took a position with my father’s company, working quickly up the ranks. It didn’t take him long to become my father’s right hand man. I remembered him during those days.  I think I was just 14 or 15 years old at the time. Damon, had started working for dear old dad a few years before my mother passed away, and I had known him as Kurt back then. I remember how I would become unnerved by the way his gawked at me.  I didn’t know it then, but I know it now, Damon was and is obsessed with me for some unknown reason. I had many different views on why, but each one left a bad taste in my mouth.  

Still, when I found out his birth name was Kurt Damon Rubenstein; I found it interesting.  I did find it interesting that it was because of me that he changed who is was. I noticed the boys I’d bring home, how they were young, fit, stylish, and your typical high school jock. He wanted to be that for me, to win me.  He knew that I would never love let alone take a second look at a wimp like him. So he set off to transform his looks and stature in society. He was also aware that my father wouldn’t allow me to marry a no name like him. It took time, but once he transformed into this new man he set out to be, he took his mother’s maiden name Hannon, and started going by his middle name.

He went on to tell me about how he saved every penny, until he had enough to buy into some stocks that my father had recommended to him. When those stocks rose in price, he sold them, making over five-hundred-thousand dollars. Slowly, he began buying more stocks at a high profit rate, until he had the funds to purchase his first company. The company he purchased is the one that my father was now after. I couldn’t help but see how everything has come full circle.

Damon wasn’t the only one to demand my attention. I truth was, as much as I tried to avoid my father, he always seemed to find me.  I couldn’t believe what a nasty old man he had become. It’s hard to believe that as a child he was always so light hearted and happy. Granted he was busy with work and gone a lot.  Still he always made time to talk to me, listen about my day’s activities or just read me a story. It’s sad by true, he’s still mading time for me, but it was to tell me what a disappointment I am to him. How he had “such high hopes for my outcome in society.”

Just today, I was preparing for dinner when he came into the kitchen. I listened to him mumble about how he had hoped for so much more.

“You know girl, you were my pride and joy. Oh, how I had such hopes for you.” He muttered.  “I had so many families eyeing you for their sons. There were some high rollers and old money families too. You know you could have had it all, you could have been married by now with a few little rug rats running around. But no… you decided to run off and become a horror. You ruined everything.”

“I know father.” I replied, knowing he needed to know I was listening to his bullshit.  The sad part is, his words hurt me. I hated that they did.

 “You know you’re lucky that Damon still wants you after you tainted yourself.” He told me once again.

It was hard keeping my tongue, but I knew I needed too, in order for my plan to work. “I know father.”

“Don’t screw it up.” He told me, before leaving the kitchen.

Hilda had heard him what my father had said. Once he had left the room, she put down the bag of flour she went to get for me and rested her hand on my shoulder.

“You know he’s wrong don’t you.”

Turning to Hilda I smiled weakly. “I know he is, but why argue with him. It’s a waste of breathe.”

Hilda nodded in agreement and went on her way, not saying another word on the matter.  Just knowing that she didn’t believe him, help lessen the pain.

Luckily, there was a lot to keep me busy.  Every morning for the last two weeks, I’ve gotten up at sunrise to prepare breakfast for Damon and my father.  Part of my morning ritual was to make some type of sweets for the staff to have with their morning and afternoon coffee breaks.  I even was nice enough to bring Damon’s goons coffee and snacks throughout the day. I figured I needed to be on their good side when shit finally hit the fan. So what better way than through their stomachs, I mean they were men after all.  

Most days, Hilda and I worked side by side going through each room of the house. We would clean it from top to bottom, donating or trashing items that were no longer needed or we had multiples off.  Most of the items went to Hilda’s church.  It felt good to know I was helping someone, while I couldn’t help myself. Her congregation actually sent me a lovely thank you card for all the recent donations Hilda had brought in. It warmed my heart to know that I’d been able to help so many, that I vowed to myself that I’d continue to help those once I got out of here.  

Since Damon was gone most afternoons, I spent lunch with the staff. It was nice having a little bit of freedom while he was away, if you could call if freedom with camera’s and bodyguards watching me every move.

Thankfully, Liz would come visit me every few days, bringing me the items I requested that I couldn’t get directly off line. Damon only allowed me online privileges when he could supervise me. He would stand directly behind me, watching every site I went to and everything I purchased. He never once told me no, when I wanted to buy something. It didn’t matter if it was for me, the house, or the staff. I had hoped that after sometime had passed; he’d raise the internet block, but I wasn’t that lucky.

If it wasn’t for Liz, I would never be able to get a message to Angel. I tried my i-pad every day in hopes he’d lift the internet band.  Liz even brought me a wireless hotspot devise and it couldn’t pick up a single signal. I knew Damon had something powerful blocking the internet for reaching the confinement of the compound.  Hell, there were even times when Liz tried to use her own cell phone, and couldn’t get a single out.

After I gave Liz the first message for Angel, I had to wait three days for her to return.  During that time my stomach was twisting and turning, worried about what might happen next. Finally, when Liz walked through the front door, I almost jumped her wanting to know what had happened.

“Dammit woman, tell me something… please.” I begged.

“Came down gorgeous and  give me a moment.” She teased me.

After Liz had put down her bags, she started pulling things out and showing me them. It took me a moment she was doing this for the camera’s, hoping when Damon checked them he’d think we were chatting about the items she brought.

“Angel is fine and is happy you’re okay, but she’s extremely pissed at you for this stunt. She told me, once you’re back, man are you going to be punished for making her worry about you.” Liz winked.

“Oh… shit.” I laughed back. “Liz, the funny part is, I can’t wait for that punishment.”

“You really love her don’t you?” She asked.

I smiled thinking about my Angel.  “Yes, I really do. I hate being here and waiting this out.”

Liz sighed. “Mmm… well hopefully you won’t have to wait too long sweetness.”

I prayed that Liz was right, that I wouldn’t have to wait too long to be back with Angel and Tone. I missed them both… but being away from them made me realize how much I loved her, and her alone.

Liz went on to tell me about hers and Angel’s conversation. Angel was of course shocked that Damon was alive and that I had been forced to return home to my father’s house. She had told Liz that both she and Tone want to come to rescue me, but Liz had talked them out of it for the time being. She promised them she’d be in contact with them once was able to speak to me again.

I hated this feeling of guilt that was building up in me. Here I was stupid enough to think I could confront my father only to walk into a trap, putting myself in harm’s way. Then there was Tone and Angel, ready to drop it all to come rescue me. The thing was I knew even if I got away, Damon would hunt me down and bring me back. I had to find a way to get rid of him first.

What was done, was done. So in the meantime, Liz became the go between for Angel and I. Letting each other know we were both okay.

It was the end of the night and I had just left Damon to finish up on some work he needed to get done. I hoped that he took the bait from our conversation concerning my inheritance. I asked him to look into it, to see what is ours. I tried to twist my words to make it seem like it’s his idea. That my father is holding what is ours from us.  The key word being ours. As long as Damon thinks I’m falling for him, that I’m thinking of him as one unit, the easier it’s going to be for me. That was why I invited him to sleep in my bed tonight.  I prayed this wasn’t going to be a mistake.  

Making my way to my room and got ready for bed. Pulling on a soft little nightie, I crawled under the covers and let my mind race with what I needed to do next. I started to mentally plan out everything, feeling gitty inside. I knew the day was drawing near from me to put the final play into action.

Hilda is right! The staff does adore me, even those meatheads.” I laughed out loud. “I can’t even believe what father said at dinner tonight, after he just told me I was a whore and a disappointment. The old fool actually thinks I’m behaving like a proper married woman and now he wants grandbabies. He told me to have them soon. Damn, he’d delusional, but that is only going to work in my favor. If he thinks I’m happy being here, he’s not going to expect that I’m behind what is going to happen to him. Now, hopefully Jose’s instructions are correct and just a little will cause a stroke. All I need to do is coat the inside of father’s wine glass, and bring out a bottle from Damon’s personal wine stock each night. Thankfully, both Damon and Father love that stuff, and me not being allowed to drink, only helps solidify the conclusion that Damon is the one who administered the poison.”

I lay there thinking of everything I needed to do. oneHonestly, I thought it would be more complicated, but it isn’t. I’m in charge of dinner and getting setting the table. I have been for weeks now. I go into the cellar daily for items all the time.  I knew that the only way this would work, is if Damon and my father have an argument about my money. Everything rested upon that argument.  Somehow, I had to make it happen, even if it was inviting the devil into my bed. Hopefully, my Angel will forgive me… for this is the only way to get back to into her arms.

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