Capítulo 432: The unease!
The night was settling just fine for Giselle as soon as she got over Lillian's absence. She had least expected it, but from seeing how it must have been tough for Lillian to take care of a child, it was only fair that she strived for a little freedom as a reward. Lia noticed Lillian missing quickly and questioned. Once learning that Lillian had only gone out to buy some juice, Giselle's way of describing alcohol, Lia stubbornly refused to go to sleep and continued watching her cartoons.
"Aren't you going to bed?" Giselle asked.
"I'll wait until Lillian comes back!" Lia replied to keep watching the television.
"Don't you have school tomorrow?" Giselle finally said after seeing her daughter ignorant and unconcerned.
That's when it hit Lia that it was still Thursday. As soon as Lia heard about school, she started panicking. Her mother's silence followed to expect an answer, but Lia had no idea what to say or how to say it. She and Lillian had already planned to hide the school fighting incident from Giselle. Lillian promised the little girl to talk to her mother. However, right now, the very assurance is missing from the scene. Giselle was far, and thus, she couldn't notice the horror that ran across the little girl's face.
"Let's get you to bed! You don't want to wake up late tomorrow for school, right?" Giselle exclaimed.
This was it. Lia had no idea how to react. If she even expressed a little, Giselle would catch on. It was not easy to lie to her mother. Lia didn't have a choice or anything to speak for her defense. Therefore, she stood up to obey her mother. She didn't say a word but ran upstairs to get ready to go to bed.
Giselle was taken back in surprise to see Lia not fighting back. She was not used to it. Usually, it would take several attempts for her to get Lia to sleep. But seeing how the little girl didn't bother to respond and quietly submitted, Giselle doubted if some miracle had happened in her absence.
**
Giselle tucked Lia in bed and asked if the wounds still hurt.
"No, Lillian applied some ointment before dinner," Lia replied.
"You're still calling her Lillian?" Giselle confronted.
Lia looked in awe at her mother. At first, she addressed Lillian as Ms. Grey, then it changed to Lillian, and during these past weeks, it had mostly turned to Lilly. The little girl knew that Lillian was Giselle's lover, but she never knew how to address her. Besides, the topic never came to their conversation, and since nobody pried, Lia went along with her preference.
"Nothing. Just go to sleep! Good night, baby," Giselle said to kiss Lia's forehead. She then left the room after turning off the lights.
As soon as Lia saw her mother leave the room, she buried herself under the blanket, mutely screaming at Lillian for leaving her alone. In the midst of reuniting with her mother, Lia had completely forgotten about what had happened today. The mention of the school had suddenly killed all the joy, leaving the little girl dreaded. Lillian and Lia had planned to hide the fighting incident. But they never gave a thought about the suspension. Without a cover story to backup, Lia was left to follow the usual routine of going to bed early on a school night.
The little girl couldn't fall asleep as she quivered under the blanket endlessly.
***
Giselle came downstairs and unpacked her luggage that landed behind the couch. She was feeling fine only for a while, but soon, the loneliness inside began to stir her mind.
'And she has lived alone here for a long time!' Giselle pondered as she unpacked her belongings, only to find that she was unaware of how things function here. She hasn't lived here to know where to put away things or where all of her stuff got stashed. Cluelessly, Giselle left the things clustered behind the couch and came to lay down for a while. Lia's doll accompanied her mother as their gazes observed at the ceiling, staring aimlessly.
For such a big apartment, it only came with two rooms and a spacious living room with a high ceiling and an attached kitchen over one side. From looking at it, the hallway library obviously becomes a natural attraction of this place. Giselle refurbished the memory of how it all looked before they moved in here. There wasn't much to occupy this massive space except for the necessities. Giselle discovered that Lillian must have preferred to remain particular about what she wanted and what not. However, right now, it looked more like a proper home with Lia's drawings raiding the coffee table along with books. And the couch was home to the little girl's toys and dolls as they rested under the cushion nooks. It wasn't just seen in the living room, but even without noticing, Giselle knew the house was filled with Lia's energy. Giselle chuckled at imagining how Lillian had handled the little girl all alone. And as the cold breeze brushed a little, Giselle saw that the fire was about to die soon, so she went to add the logs nearby, ready to keep the fire going.
Soon to the spreading warmth and the growing fatigue, Giselle fell asleep on the couch. The refilled kindling burnt the logs for the rest of the night, but Giselle woke up in an alarm, all of a sudden, to find that an hour had passed to her sleeping.
'She is late!' Giselle bitterly thought to herself. A sudden revelation of solitude hit her. Even while being alone herself in her previous apartment, Giselle never felt this lonesome. That goes the same while working late at home, where Lia would sleep in her room. Giselle glanced at the high ceiling again. Somehow this house had amassed so much isolation that it began to affect the people here.
'Am I going crazy to think it's the house's fault!'
It might be that the place is huge, and without a soul for company it could get pretty lonely. But since Giselle was looking forward to returning home after being separated for a while, finally she could acknowledge her true feelings. She didn't want Lillian to leave. Even if taking care of Lia was a massive commitment on her shoulders, Giselle wished Lillian didn't have to leave the same night she had returned.
The loneliness began to drown Giselle in turmoil, but she didn't want to encourage the mounting qualms trying to provoke her vulnerable state. She tried calling Lillian, but it went unanswered a few times, which was not a good sign in her current form, so she got up at once to leave the couch and went upstairs to be with her daughter.
REFLEXIONES DE LOS CREADORES 
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ljack_ace Sorry for the short chapter!
I am feeling a little lost at the moment, not for the story, but personally. So, it was a little difficult to write!
Alright!
Take care everyone!
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