Part 48
The name "room" or "little room" was inappropriate here. Seeing it, she immediately recalled fairy tales about kidnapped princesses who slept on a thousand colorful pillows. The room seemed to consist of two smaller rooms, separated by a passage with a semicircular curve at the ceiling. The walls were a light pink color. The furniture was white, like in a Barbie doll's house. The curtains were made of a rather thin, dark pink material. In the first room, there was precisely this white furniture that seemed to tempt you to rest and say "we are comfortable." In the second, however, there was probably a sleeping area. A large bed took up most of the space and was very beautiful. Around each of the four corners were attached massive pillars, supporting a canopy. Everything, of course, was also in a similar color scheme. From the canopy, a curtain descended to The floor was covered with a tiny pink mesh to protect against insects.
There was also a door in this room, which, she guessed, probably led to the bathroom, which was exclusively for her use. A high rug covered the floor, which Amelia almost wanted to cuddle up to, it seemed so soft. She turned, sated by the sight, and went downstairs with Grazynka.
"Thank you for showing me around the house, I'm grateful."
"No problem, if you need anything, you can always ask me, I'm at your service
." "Thank you, although I'll try not to bother you because I'm sure you have your hands full. After all, it's a huge house, I even have the impression it's bigger than mine." Having said that, she looked around again at her immediate surroundings.
"Yes, but I don't have that much work and I have time for that. Of course, at six o'clock, Mr. Wiktor will take me home and I'll have time too."
"Aren't you going to be here all the time?"
"No, of course not, I can't be here all the time. The will stated that you were to be alone here. I really don't know what happened to Maria to make her think of something like that," she said, shaking her head and heading towards the nearest closed door.
"This is the library," she said, leading her into a room with an impressive number of books neatly arranged on massive wooden shelves. She had last seen such a collection in the library at university. This room, although small, held a truly large number of books. Next was the study. Everything was upholstered in brown leather, giving it a strange look. It looked like it had been made for Wiktor. He would have looked great in that deep armchair. She scolded herself again for her thoughts and followed Grazynka.
Next were the guest rooms. She noticed that they didn't look like her room, of course they were also very tastefully furnished, but In a more old-fashioned way
- why are these rooms completely different from the one I'll be living in?
- I don't know, when Maria moved here she wanted to furnish one differently at all costs
-but why, did she have any specific reason?
"I have no idea, Daniel and Wiktor have equally childish rooms.
" "But they're not childish," Amelia countered. "They're a bit... like fairytales
." "Exactly, they have the same ones. I thought this room might have been furnished with the lady in mind, but I was afraid to secure it for the young master, but he himself decided that this room would be the most suitable.
Their rooms are more for boys, this one is like for a fairytale princess.
Yes, it's true, I like it very much." They didn't talk any more. Grażyna showed her around the other rooms. The house also included a living room, a dozen or so rooms, another study, a school room full of plants, and many corridors decorated with numerous paintings. It was a wonderful house, full of secrets and surprises. She could say it was magical, and she didn't understand why Daniel hated it so much. The house itself had a lot of charm, regardless of the mood...
Part 49
The house was magnificent, she was truly impressed. From the outside, it might have looked like a ruin, but the inside was. "Just like with a person, the exterior might not be very interesting, but the interior can be impressive," she thought, heading to her room. "Everything here is so beautiful and unreal, like in a Cinderella fairy tale." She entered the room and took one last look, then, like a child, she flung herself towards the bed. She scattered thousands of small pillows across the floor and then lay down comfortably on it. Someone knocked on the door, and Wiktor entered
. "I'm going to take Mrs. Grazynka. Do you need anything from the city?
" "No, thank you ." "I see
you've already made yourself comfortable in this room
." "Yes, that's good, isn't it?"
"Yes, but I'd like to warn you not to destroy everything here
. "Excuse me?" she asked, outraged by his statement
. "Will you never let me finish my sentence?" he growled at her unpleasantly. "I don't want anything to get damaged or dirty here because this is a room prepared for Grandma's granddaughter. She's never met her, but she was counting on it, and that's why she prepared this room
. "If you want, I can move to another room, no problem," she said confidently, but something ached in her heart at the thought of moving out of this room, knowing it was hers. Grandma had prepared it specifically for her, not for anyone else, not for another granddaughter, but for her. "
No, stay here, just..." "
I understand correctly, but I wanted to point out that now that the house is ours or the social services', she won't use this room even if she were found. If
I met my sister, I would fight for it." If the will were changed, she would also be entitled to something, right
? - well, yes, you think I'm being included here unnecessarily, right?
- I didn't say that.
"But have you thought," she said sadly, "why did your sister die?" she asked, not very interested
. "I don't know, as far as I know, my father had a mistress and she left with the child after the birth, he never saw her, and neither did I," he said sadly, and her heart beat faster. "God, how could you not see her? I'm standing before you, and your father and brother know who I am." "Have you
ever looked for her?" "Did you want to find her?"
"Yes, many times, but to no avail. I had little information, and some of it even turned out to be false. My father didn't want to tell me more, and he didn't look for it himself. I don't know why, he didn't want to, but he didn't want to give a reason .
Maybe he knows who his daughter is, so he didn't have to look for her
. I don't think so.
Go now, Mrs. Grazynka is probably waiting for you and is impatient." She cut the conversation short, sensing they were entering dangerous territory.
"Yes, I'm going," he said, as if remembering the existence of a neighbor. "Please don't forget what I told you and be careful with this room
." "Okay," she said to Wiktor, who was already leaving. "See you tomorrow ." "See
you tomorrow?"
"Yes,
we still have to eat the dinner Mrs. Grazynka prepared for us," he said, surprised that she didn't know. "Unless you don't want to wait for me, then go now. I'll eat when I get back
." "No, of course I'll wait for you, just hurry up, I'm hungry." After saying this, she smiled slightly, unsure if she hadn't dreamed it, but he probably smiled at her too. Then he left, and she heard him quickly running down the stairs.
She didn't feel like getting ready for this dinner. After all, they would just eat together and then go to their rooms, and it would all be over. She put on a silk blouse that tied at the back. The burgundy color of the blouse and long, straight trousers perfectly matched her black hair. She looked great, even though her outfit wasn't exactly sophisticated. She had the advantage of looking like she was on a runway even in simple clothes. She tied her hair. She looked at the back and decided not to put on any makeup, not even a light one. It made no sense, of course. He might think she was dressing up just for him, to please him. She took a CD from her bag and went downstairs. She had seen a CD player somewhere, but she wasn't sure which room. Now she would have to search them all. As she was about to enter the office, she heard Wiktor's voice
. "Are you looking for something?"
"But you scared me." She turned to him and gasped with fear. She didn't know he was back. "Are you already here?" I didn't hear you come in. "
I'm here, so what are you looking for? " "Oh,
yes, I'm looking for a CD player," she said, and as if to confirm, she waved the CD in front of his nose. "I saw it today, but I'm not sure which room it was in. Could you..."
"He's in the living room," he said, turning slightly, and she felt the scent of his perfume fill her nostrils again
. "Thank you, I... I'm sorry... I'll be in the kitchen in a moment," she shouted and ran to the bathroom. She vomited again. This time he wasn't with her, he already knew what was wrong with her and didn't care. She had the impression that he even had a disgust for her because of her condition. She knew for sure that he despised her, but why did he treat her with such disgust? Why?...
Part 50.
If he knew that this was his child, she wanted to tell him so much, to be happy with him that they would have a child together, but how could she be happy when she was constantly haunted by the thought that they were siblings, that fate had played such a trick on them, hurting them mercilessly? She couldn't understand it. She cleared her throat and went to the living room. She didn't know how long she stayed in the bathroom, but anyway, Wiktor was already waiting for her with dinner.
- Sorry, I'm sitting down now, I'll just put on some music, okay?
- Yes, hurry up, you're not the only
one hungry. - Oh, sorry, you know, to be honest, I've lost all desire to eat
. - Have you been vomiting again ?
- Yes,...
- What's causing it?
- Mhm, nothing, come on, it's normal...
- I'm not so sure about that, I make you vomit whenever you're near me, why?
-Pregnant women have a very sensitive sense of smell, and when they smell something strongly, this happens. Your perfume is quite intense and...
-I didn't know, I'm sorry, I won't get close to you anymore, at least not to a distance that would bother you.
-Don't worry, there's no need for you to spare me, we won't see each other often, only on weekends. -She said and sat down across from him. She heard the first song begin
. -Are you sure you don't want to go back to the company?
"You fired me yourself, you were happy I was leaving, and I see no reason for you to ask now if my departure was well thought out.
" "Yes, I know, I acted like a fool. Lately, I've been making mistakes, doing things I later regret or shouldn't have done ," I noticed
. "She said, swallowing her salad
. What are those songs?
" "Anna Jantar, didn't you know?"
"Oh my god, what kind of crap are you listening to!" "
Does it bother you?"
"Not now, but if I'd known you were listening to something like that when I started dating you, I would have considered it
." "You've got to be kidding, what do you have to say about that song?"
-What are these words, it's not like you get a girl in a few moments, it's terrible trash, no wonder you behave like this...
-When you behave like this, I really don't know what you're talking about, you're oversensitive - she suddenly heard the words of the song
"Don't believe me, don't trust me, or I'll get away with it," Wiktor hummed in a voice unfamiliar to her. "Yes, that's true," he said sharply, looking at her significantly.
"I'm sorry, if it bothers you, I'll turn off these songs.
" "No, leave them, maybe I'll find out what moral principles this singer instills in young women, but only today, I don't want to hear it anymore. If you don't have a CD player in your room, I'll bring this one to you
. "Do you have one in your room?"
"Yes
, well, if you can," he didn't answer, saying nothing more, eating dinner calmly, listening to the songs and making ambiguous faces from time to time. The first day passed, finally, it wasn't too bad, Wiktor didn't try to cause conflicts, so everything went smoothly. After dinner, she took the dishes to the kitchen and washed the dishes. Wiktor disappeared before she finished. He took the plate to the sink and left it, probably for Grazyna, but why add to her workload? She washed the dishes for both of them and then went to the library. There were many interesting books and she didn't know which one to choose. Finally, she decided that since she was going to spend so much time here, she would read them all one by one. She took the first book on the left and went to her room. She didn't even know when she fell asleep; the book she chose turned out to be An interesting adventure book for young people. She loved these kinds of books. She slept for a long time, only to be woken by a knock on the door. "
Come in?" "
Good morning, may I come in
?" she heard Wiktor's voice behind the door. "Yes, come in, is something wrong?" she asked and saw Wiktor, who was astonished.
"What are you doing?
" "What do you mean?
" "I don't know, you're still in bed and in your pajamas...
" "Oh, yes, I just woke up, or you woke me up," she said, yawning. "
Sorry, I didn't mean to, but breakfast is already served. How long until you can get down?
" "What time is it?"
"Almost ten o'clock, why do you ask? You slept quite a long time, did you sleep well?" he asked with concern, and she felt her whole body grow warm again.
"Yes, thank you, I slept a little long because I was reading a book last night." "
It's terribly dark in here," he said, walking to the window and opening the curtains.
"Don't leave it!" she screamed, running out of bed and grabbing his hand before moving again. "Don't open it!" Her hand burned from the touch of his hand.
"This shirt..." he said quietly, running his finger along her body from her neck to her flat stomach. She couldn't breathe, he was so close, and now he was touching her. She tried to hide how her body was reacting to him, but it seemed to be failing miserably. She felt herself blushing.
"What am I doing, see what you're driving me to!" "Be downstairs in fifteen minutes," he growled in a sharp voice she knew so well, and left her room, slamming the door. She sank to the ground, unsure what to do. How was she supposed to go downstairs for breakfast if he was going to be there? How was she supposed to eat breakfast with him after what had just happened? How?...
Part 51.
She couldn't be weak, she had to get herself together, and that would be the best proof that he wasn't affecting her anymore. She took a shower and quickly dressed in fashionable, faded jeans and a blue T-shirt. She grabbed her hair clumsily, leaving a single strand of hair escaping here and there. She ran down to the living room and found Wiktor reading the newspaper.
"Good morning," she said to Grazyna, greeting her with the same greeting, and sat down at the table. The woman went to the kitchen to immediately bring plates of breakfast. The table was fully set, and she wondered how the two of them would eat it all.
"Sorry about what happened in your room, I got carried away." He lowered his head and said nothing more. She didn't know what to tell him, that she was sorry too? She wasn't at all, on the contrary, she wanted to say it again, but she couldn't... why on earth was fate tormenting her so much? This time she finished eating early, took her plate to the kitchen, and couldn't wash up after herself because she was chased out with a dishcloth. She returned to the living room and found Wiktor there, jumping into his meal, and at that moment, he resumed reading the newspaper.
"I have a favor to ask you
." "Yes?" He turned to her and looked her over from head to toe, and she felt herself blushing at the mere thought of him and the lust with which he was looking at her at that moment
. "Could you..." her voice faltered. "Could you help me bring the book to my room? If you have some free time, of course. "Of course
, when I finish reading, I'll come to your place with it, and you'll finally be able to listen to this trash." "
We've already talked about this, please don't criticize my taste
." "I didn't mean to, I'll be at your place in 10 minutes
." "Okay, I'll wait. "
She headed for her room. Would every weekend be spent at home while she was here? It was hopeless, of course. As soon as Wiktor installed the tower in her room, she'd grab a lounger or something for sunbathing in the garden and relax in the fresh air while adding color to her skin. When she entered the room, she only just noticed how messy it was. She quickly arranged the scattered pillows and teddy bears that were lying on the floor, and pulled back the curtains that Wiktor had touched less than an hour ago. She arranged her clothes, which she had brought here permanently, and watched TV, waiting for him. It certainly didn't take ten minutes, but at least half an hour. Eventually, she heard the expected footsteps on the stairs and then a knock on the door. She opened the door quickly and helped him arrange everything on the nightstand. The assembly didn't take long. It lasted a long time and there were no more unnecessary sexual encounters, so Amelia could go down to the garden and sunbathe in peace. The sun was shining brightly and warmed her body, which, despite everything, still trembled from the touch of his finger. A wonderful feeling, yes, certainly wonderful, but so forbidden. She didn't even realize when she fell asleep; she was only woken by a light touch that hurt her very much. She regained consciousness and noticed that Wiktor was looking at her with a sour expression and every now and then gently touching her arm, causing pain.
"What are you doing?" she screamed and jumped up from the lounger as if scalded
. "I'm waking you up, it's already lunchtime, Grazyna will be serving the meal soon, and it seems to me you must have dozed off." "Is
n't that right, I wasn't sleeping."
"Just to be sure? You'd better go to the mirror and see what you look like, wouldn't your cancer be redder, oh, so much so." The skin on your nose is already peeling off and you've got a few funny freckles
. "I've never had freckles before, what are you even talking about?" She continued shouting at him and waving her arms, which hurt so much just from moving them
. "There always has to be a first time," he said, smiling at her with amusement. "Go take a shower and put on some lotion or after-sun cream. Do you have anything like that?" "
I have lotion, but not the special after-sun kind, but it's okay, I'll be fine, I just got a little tan.
" "If you want," he said, still laughing at her, or maybe at her; she didn't know anymore. "If you want, I can help you put it on," he suggested, gently caressing her neck with his finger.
"No way," she screamed again and quickly moved towards the room, leaving him in the middle of the garden. She quickly ran up the stairs and hid in her room. She wanted to throw herself on the bed and cry, but her whole body hurt so much that she couldn't. What was he even thinking? First, in the morning, he touched her, even though she'd said there was nothing between them anymore, and now he was offering to put lotion on her. On top of that, he was clearly mocking her, simply nasty. She was at a loss for words to describe his behavior. She was so outraged that if he came upon her now, she'd throw herself at him with her fists. She got into the shower and whimpered every few seconds, feeling tingling all over. How could she have fallen asleep so easily? Now she couldn't move, the journey back would be pure hell. She quickly changed into the lightest clothes possible and went downstairs...
Part 52.
She ate her meal calmly and started to get ready. Packing the things she was supposed to take back to Krakow didn't take long, as there weren't many of them. It was still early, so she decided to take a short walk to the nearby forest. It was very large and fascinated the girl. The long street lasted only five minutes. When she entered and was completely absorbed by the collection of trees, Amelia finally felt a soothing, wonderful coolness. Everything hurt terribly, and she couldn't sit still. She didn't know how she would get home. She would rather just take the train and stand the entire way. Every movement, every touch caused her excruciating pain. She glanced at her watch and hissed,
"My God, it's already 5 p.m. I've been here for three hours," she said to herself, and set off on her way back. The problem, however, was that she didn't quite know how to get back. She wandered through the entire forest without any results. There was no exit in sight. Trees covered the nearest area Amelia could see like a sea. Everywhere she looked there were conifers and deciduous trees, nowhere to be seen were streets, her beloved sidewalks, or paving stones. Tears flowed. She had been lost for about an hour and couldn't cope. She already knew she would definitely spend the night in the forest. Her aching skin rubbed against the torn leaves and ached terribly. Amelia sat down on the trunk of a tree and couldn't hold back her tears anymore. She had gotten so lost in such a stupid way. Every tree seemed familiar to her, and it seemed to say, "I've been here before," but I hadn't. In fact, she was certain she was delving deeper into this labyrinth.
She didn't even know when, because sleep came unexpectedly and suddenly. She was tired, she had walked so many kilometers, she couldn't feel her legs, and if someone had cut them off, she wouldn't have felt them either. She slept soundly and rested. She dreamed of her unborn child, a beautiful dream, but it ended suddenly. She woke up and noticed she was in her room, in her grandmother's house. How was that possible? Maybe it was only Sunday and she had dreamed it all? She leaned on her elbows and felt a searing pain. She looked at her hands and noticed they were scratched raw. She went to the mirror and saw a face tanned red. However, it wasn't a dream, but then how had she ended up here? The last thing she remembered was that, out of exhaustion, she sat on a tree root and probably fell asleep there. What happened next? She didn't know. "I have no idea," she approached the bed and only now noticed that Wiktor was sleeping in the other armchair. Just like back then in the hospital, he was also watching over her. It was such a delightful sight. How much would she give to witness something so beautiful every day
? "What are you doing here?" she asked, approaching him. He didn't react. She patted his shoulder and when she saw that he had somewhat recovered, she asked again.
"Oh, are you awake already?" he asked worriedly and got up to get a better look at her. "Get into bed, you're in a terrible state," he said firmly, leading her to bed. "You have to change. I didn't want to change you because I thought you might hold it against me, and the scone was already gone because I drove you home."
"When didn't you want to undress me?" she asked, surprised and not understanding what he meant.
"What do you mean when? Tonight, when I brought you here."
"Oh, you found me? Thank you... I... I got lost. I was looking for a way out of the forest but I couldn't find it, it was getting darker and darker and my efforts were in vain," she said, crying, and didn't notice that he was already hugging her and trying to calm her down by rocking her gently. "At one point, a wild boar approached me, can you imagine?" She widened her eyes like a child and he saw fear in them.
"Don't be afraid, you see that everything is alright, there's nothing to be afraid of, you're home safe and
sound." "Yes, I... thank you so much, I don't know what I would have done if it weren't for you, I would probably be lying dead by now, bitten by some wild animal
." "You're panicking as if lions were prowling there, but you were fine when I got to you, you were sleeping soundly and dreaming of stars." He laughed, trying to cheer her up, but poor
- but how did you get there? - she asked, surprised, knowing that she was not in the habit of going to the forest for trysts, especially at night.
"When I drove Mrs. Grazynka home and saw your car in front of the house, I was worried you'd be driving alone at night, but when I searched all the rooms, I found you gone. I had no idea where you were and I was frantic that something had happened to you," he spoke quickly, as if he didn't want to catch his breath because it would be too much effort. "I called Mrs. Grazynka and asked if she knew if you were going somewhere, and she told me you went to the nearby forest," he said, tears slowly welling up in his eyes. "You have no idea how worried I was about you." With that, he stood up and walked from one end of the room to the other, lost in thought, as if searching for the right words to use. After a moment, he finally spoke. "You shouldn't do that again. Next time, think about it," he said dryly, and left...
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