Lethal Bride - Season 1 - Episode 22

5 years ago

Lethal Bride - Season 1 - Episode 22

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SKEPTISM
The weather gradually
changed. It became cold and
chilly. She curled under her
blanket shivering. Why would God just decide to make human habitation so cold like this? She thought.

She wondered how the
homeless people survived this
kind of weather, she imagined
little children in the cold finding warmth in their mother’s b0s0ms. She
understood the feeling because she was once homeless. If not for Easton, she would have been somewhere not conducive
and freezing away.

She heard a knock on the
door, “come in”, she said. She
watched the door open
slowly. The maid got in with a mug.

“a mug of hot chocolate
ma’am”“thank you Linda”. The maid
handed her the cup and left,
shutting the door gently. Crystal sipped from it slowly.

She got up and moved
towards her window, she
stood there thinking. This was
a weather when everyone
walked fast, all in a hurry to get inside somewhere, escaping the cold. She missed
the sun and it’s warmth. It
was going to take a while
before the summer comes
back. A hot bath was inevitable this morning. She sipped her hot chocolate
quickly. She undressed and
stepped into the bathroom.
After few minutes she came
out feeling refreshed. She dressed slowly into a casual outfit. She loved Saturdays
maybe because breakfast on
Saturdays always had a
different delicious taste. She
got out of her room and headed towards the kitchen.

Today she felt like helping
out. As soon as she got into
the kitchen the maids greeting
her in Unison,
“goodmorning ma’am” “goodmorning”. She picked up
the iceberg lettuce on the kitchen sink and washed it, took out the chopping board
and began to slice it. As she
sliced she felt somewhat uneasy
“have you seen Easton
today?”

“yes ma’am”, one of the maids
answered, “but he has been in
the basement for a long time now, he warned all of us not to come close to the basement”.
“hmmm, ok”, Crystal dropped
what she was doing and
headed towards the basement, she wondered why he just decided to be locked
up in the basement. As she
walked down towards the
basement, she heard muffled
sounds. She quickened her pace, afraid that Easton might be in some sort of trouble. She
got to the door and kicked it
open. What she saw stopped
her in her track. Easton,
Reuben and Francesca turned to look at her, the expression on their faces showed that
they didn’t expect her to be
there at that time. Crystal
stepped further into the
room, her eyes got accustomed to the dim light,
then she saw a man on a chair,
he was tied and was drenched
in blood. He looked as though
he had been deprived of sleep
for several days, she could tell by the large eye bags around his eyes. When the unknown
saw her, he looked at Easton
and shook his head.

“what is going here?” Crystal
asked “Crystal you are not supposed
to be here” Easton looked
uneasy
“what do you mean by that
Easton. Francesca and Reuben
are here, what makes me different?. I demand to know
what is going on, don’t leave
me out”
“Fine. This man here worked
for my father a long time ago,
but suddenly turned his back on us. I caught him around my premises and I know he is
up to something. He is
working for someone else and
that is what I want to find
out. What he is doing around my house and who he is working for”. Francesca and
Reuben seemed not to have
anything to say, they just
looked on with folded arms.

“but everything you just said does not warrant a torture
like this”
“look Crystal you don’t know
the half of that man sitting
there, he is dangerous. Why is
he here after a long time?, I know he is up to something
and that is what I want to
find out”. Easton turned to
Francesca and Reuben, “please
excuse us”, they left without
any complaint. Crystal turned to him, “do what you must Easton, but don’t frighten the
maids”

Easton sighed “this is enough
for now, I will be back for
him later, I have lots on my table”
Crystal left, Easton followed.
All through the day she
thought about the look that
the unknown man had on his
face when he saw her. She remembered how he looked
at her and looked at Easton
and shook his head. Why
would he do that? She
wondered, “it’s like he
recognized me from somewhere”, she thought. She felt something wasn’t right
and she wanted to know why.

She paced and bit her
fingers as she searched her
memory for any detail of him. She wanted to talk to him
herself alone. She hesitated a
bit, she didn’t want to ask
him questions when Easton
was there. She kept pacing,
then finally made up her mind regardless of the presence of
Easton.
She reached the basement
door and pinned her ears. She
didn’t hear a sound. She
summoned courage and pushed the door open. The
unknown man lifted his head
weakly and looked at her.
“what is your name? and
why are you here?”
“go to hell” “look mister, you are the one
tied to a chair, not me. So start
spilling or I do worse than
what he has done to you”.
“what have they turned you
into?”. She looked confused. “what are you talking
about?”. He didn’t respond, he
dropped his head down and
shut his eyes. She wanted to
get something meaningful out
of him, but with the way he was behaving, she wasn’t
going to get anywhere with
him. She lifted his head up.

“talk to me, what do you
want?, why are you here?”.
He clenched his teeth, “I am not going to say anything, I
don’t owe any explanation to
you”. She took her hand
away from his chin with
frustration. Maybe Easton was
going to force out some information out of him. She
turned to go, as she reached
the door, he called her back,
“Crystal”, she took her hand
away from the door and
turned back, “you know my name?”,
“yes and not only that that”
“what else do you know
about me?”
“I knew your father, I knew
your mother and I knew the innocent you”. Her heart beat
shot up, it beat so fast and
loud that she could swear he
could hear it. Everything came
rushing back. She
remembered her mother hiding her under the bed and promising to get her as soon
as everything because alright.
She remembered the gun
shots, she remembered her
father pleading with the men that came in, she remembered how scared she was, she
remembered the devastation
she felt when she saw the
bodies of her parents, she
remembered the loneliness and bitterness she felt. She remembered how she
wandered on the streets
afraid the men might come
for her too. Her eyes became
misty as she remembered all these. She got closer to him as she wiped her eyes with her
left palm.