119 Anothers Happiness (1/2)
”Carol, you can tell her what you want,” Sebastian assured.
Carol remained silent for a few seconds before her bell-like voice rang in the room. ”Mom, I was like this from the beginning. I understand why you wanted to kill me. It would have made your life easier. I am sorry for killing those kids... I didn't know any other way.” She paused. ”Don't blame yourself, though. As I said, I was born with it.” Though the words were heartfelt, the tone in which she said it was dead. She was not pretending to feel any emotions like she had done previously. She told it in a truthful manner.
It was commendable.
Carol was taken out of the room soon after as Grace refused to reply. Once left alone, she cried profusely. We watched in the monitoring room as she broke down, her sobs loud. She grabbed at her hair, and it looked painful, as she cried.
The guilt had worked and she was left a sobbing mess. We gave her an hour to feel it completely before going back inside. It took her a few minutes to open up but then she produced the contact information of every client of hers, the dates they came, and the sexual acts they liked to perform. She was very organized, hence, it was easy for us to take everything from her without a shred of doubt.
She did not remember a man in a white shirt who Carol was close to or had spoken fondly of. She thought carefully but could come up with no one that would fit the bill. In the end, we were left with a long list to check on. And yes, it was a very long list.
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We sat in the living room, looking through the names and contact information of the clients when Sebastian spoke up. ”I heard that you tell people you are taken?”
”Did Nash tell you?” I asked, not surprised. Nash and Sebastian had been as thick as thieves since we started doing more hours in the station.
”He did. Are you sure you are giving yourself time, Evie? If you have changed your mind, just tell me now. I know that you want to talk about it, but you can't. That is why you are telling other people you are taken. I don't know if it is to repel me or give me a sign.” He clenched his hands together. ”That is why you manipulated the situation to put us together, right?”
”You think I am capable of manipulation?” I asked as I raised my brow.
He laughed and said. ”Don't say it like it is a bad thing. Your manipulative nature is something I love about you.”
I sighed. ”I suppose I should tell you then. You know what my concerns are, right?”
”That you are 'not right in the head'?” he thought furiously.
I nodded. ”You remember. It was difficult enough to say it the first time. I thought I would only marry or be in a relationship for the deepest love.”
”Sometimes... I wonder if I am even capable of it.”
Sebastian gasped in shock but got himself under control almost instantly. ”Okay. I don't understand. Walk me through it.”
”Among every person I know, male or female, I am the only one who has never even once become carried away with infatuation. Every single person I know has felt this longing for someone, but I have not. I sailed through my formative years without a twitch of infatuation.”
Sebastian looked confused for a moment. ”So you mean...”
”I'll say it plainly. I esteem you. I respect you. I like you. I prefer your company to others. But... My eyes burned with heat and I didn't bother to brush it away. ”I don't know if I can love you. I just do not know if it is in me. You see, I am not right in the head.”
Sebastian inched forward and grabbed my hand with one of his while the other pushed my chin up to look at him. ”Let me be clear, Evie. The only thing wrong with that pretty head of yours is that it holds a face that I cannot look away from. I love that head and all it contents with enough force for both of us.”
I startled at the strength of the statement and eventually smiled nervously. I had no idea what to say, though.