Go To Hell, Stepdad

Mireille walked into her room with Dante behind her holding her bag.

“I am telling you I can carry my own bag. There is barely anything in the bag. It’s not heavy at all” Mireille grumbled as Dante walked in after her.

“Let’s say I am just a gentleman” Dante replied and Mireille huffed.

“Gentleman? You are just a jerk who covers up with these fake gentlemanly character” Mireille said.

“I admit. I only followed you all the way here because it’s fun and arousing to watch you walk with a limp. I wonder when you would be able to walk just fine with me being around you all day” he remarked and Mireille flushed red.

“You jerk” she pouted and Dante was about to give a response when her phone beeped with a message.

Mireille took the bag from Dante and fished her phone out. She checked the message that had just dropped and her heart skipped multiple beats.

‘Hello daughter! Why have you been blocking your Dad’s contact? You should come over and see me tomorrow. The cult can’t wait any longer. Mind you, if you block this contact, I will look for you myself. Daddy loves you.’ the message read.

Panic and fear showed in Mireille’s eyes and she quickly dropped her hand holding the phone to her side.

“What is wrong?” Dante questioned, his brows arched in worry as he noticed the change in her mood.

Mireille looked up at Dante and for a moment, she thought about telling him about her dad but she shook off the idea immediately. Dante Romano was not her lover and he was not a friend and she wasn’t that special to him, right?

So she had no reason to tell him about things that troubled her like this.

“There… There is nothing wrong” she shook her head.

“What was the message about?” Dante demanded to know, clearly unconvinced by the lie she had just told.

“It is nothing you have to know about, Dante.” Mireille replied and turned away from him but Dante grabbed her by the arm, making her look back to face him.

“If it worries you, then I have to know about it, Mireille” he replied and Mireille felt her body react to the strictness in his voice and the fact that he had called her Mireille.

“I said it is nothing. I just need to rest, Dante and I want to rest, alone. Please go to your room and let me do so” she requested and Dante stared at her for a few seconds before giving in, breaking their eye contact.

“Fine. Do you want me to bring dinner to you?” Dante asked.

“No, you don’t have to. I am perfectly fine for tonight.”

Dante narrowed his eyes at her.

“You don’t joke with food, what exactly is going on, Princess? Tell me what it is”

“I am not all about food, okay? I am just going to take a bath and go to sleep. I am too tired to eat and that happens, Dante.” She replied and Dante groaned and pinched the space between his brows.

“Fine. You go to sleep then.” He stepped away from her and had almost gotten to the door when Mireille called him back.

“Dante?”

“Yes, Principessa?”

“Can I skip work tomorrow?” She asked.

“I will gladly let you do so” Dante replied and walked back to her.

He held her by the shoulders and kissed her forehead gently before looking into her eyes.

“You have to tell me what this is about by tomorrow morning” he pulled away from her and walked out of the living room, leaving Mireille flustered for the next few seconds.

The forehead kiss made her insides churn with a type of excitement that Mireille knew wasn’t sexual and the way he had stared into her eyes and his soothing voice made butterflies explode in her stomach but all of those feelings only remained for a while.

Mireille unlocked her phone and checked the message yet again. With a frustrated groan, she threw herself on her bed.

She hated her stepdad and wished he would never ever contact her again. She was already at peace during these years, the rain trauma was the only one that remained with her.

More than anything and more than death itself, Mireille was scared of ever meeting with her stepfather. She wanted to block him but recalling what he said about looking for her if she tried blocking him made her think twice.

For long minutes, Mireille was in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling and trying to decide on what to do next. Telling James was out of it and telling Dante was more than out of it. She thought about telling Belinda but the thoughts of having to retell the entire story of what she went through to the inquisitive Belinda made her cancel that out too.

Mireille shot up on her bed, her face having a scared look. She gulped down and looked at the phone in her hand.

Since she stayed with Dante, her stepfather would never be able to reach out to her, would he?

It was possible for her stepdad to find her but it was impossible for him to get past all of the securities in Dante’s home and get to her.

“It’s impossible! He can never find me. I…” She took in a deep breath.

“I have to be brave and know the facts. He can never find me as long as Dante is protecting me” she said to herself and with a new bout of energy, she unlocked the phone and blocked the contact of her stepdad.

“Go… Go to hell, stepdad” she dropped the phone and buried her face into the pillow, throwing the sheets over her head.

Mireille kept her eyes shut as she tried hard not to think about the past and not to remember the past at all but it seemed to not work out nicely. She felt like her stepdad was going to creep up to her bed and pick her out of the bed to perform so cruel acts.

Mireille opened her eyes and looked around the room. She was alone and she knew that quite well but she just could not shake the feeling off.

She cuddled her pillow tightly and shut her eyes.