Where the hell is it?
I couldn't of lost it so quickly.
I furiously raided my closet in search of one of my most precious possessions.
When I didn't find it in there I started moving throughout the house. Pretty sure with all the noise I was making I'd wake up all who slept, but I didn't give a shít.
I was on a mission.
A very important one.
Just as my hand reached forward to grab the handle of the drawer before me, light flooded the once dark room. Standing up I faced the entrance of the kitchen.
There stood Gina, my ex-nanny, but now head housekeeper.
I watched her as she took in the sight of the mess I had made.
Pots and pans, littered on the floor. Chairs, knocked over.
"Liberty Candace Royce, what are you doing?" She demanded, crossing her arms.
She used my whole name.
I'm in some deep shít.
Play it cool, Libby. I thought to myself.
"Searching.." I answered, doing my best not to slur the word.
"Searching for what? Especially at such a late hour?"
I took a deep breath, composing myself.
"Oh you know... Life." I said as casual as possible.
Her features then softened.
"Is this because of Tim?"
"You know I haven't checked the laundry room. Maybe it's in there." I said completely ignoring the fact that she mentioned him.
Stepping away from the kitchen counter I head to the entrance.
Just as I was about to walk around Gina she decided to block my path.
"Can you move?" I asked not looking at her.
"It's okay to express your emotions, конфетка." She said touching my arm affectionately. "Stop the drinking and live your life like you know he'd want you to. No more trying to drown out feelings."
Her Russian accent grew thick as she looked up at me with sadden blue eyes.
My normally calm and pleasant demeanor slowly changed. I knew my face contorted in an all - consuming anger; nostrils flaring.
This deep burning rage wasn't for Gina. No, it was for me and my stupidity. It's been two years and I still haven't fully come to terms with what happened.
My vision blurred as tears of self hate filled my blue eyes.
"I should of been there for him. I was selfish and stupid." I sneered.
"Libby, you didn't know." Gina tried to reason.
"He was my brother! I should of known!" I yelled. Then in a teary whisper I added,"I didn't even get to say goodbye."
"Libby, nothing was your fault. He kept it secret, and for good reason. He may not be here in body but in here and here," she pointed to my heart then forehead."He will live forever."
"I miss him." I choked out.
"Oh Lib, I know I know."
Enfolding me into her arms she wrapped me into a warm hug.
"How bout we go on a ride? Ya? Like when you were little gurl?"
I nodded my head,
"I'd love that."
After kindly ordering the maids to clean up my mess we headed out to our special place of serenity.
Instead of putting on the air condition I had the windows rolled down so I could feel the cool night night air on my heated skin.
The ride was nice, comfy.
Everything was fine.
Until we arrived.
The moment we parked, there was another car across the lake parked. Out of it came four men. The rounded their large vehicle and opened the back doors.
Out of the van they pulled out what looked to be a severely beaten man. Carelessly they threw him to the ground. Immediately they closed the doors and got back into the van then sped off in a cloud of dust.
Immediately I sprinted around the enormous lake to go to the injured stranger. Holy shít, I thought as kneeled down to the guy with cuts all over his body.
"Hey, sir, can you hear me?" I queried.
In response I received a groan of pain. The sound of tires rolling to a stop had me standing back up in defense mode.
I sighed in relief seeing that it was just Gina.
"Come, help me get him in car." She said carefully lifting him up by the shoulders.
Bending over I grab his ankles and help her put him in the back passenger seat.
Hurriedly we got into the car and drove off to home.
