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章 10: Chapter 10

Before the wedding, Abigail thought it would never come. During the wedding, she thought it would never finish. And now that her brother had successfully married, she was glad it was finally over. Her feet had never been so sore in her life and she wasn't even running that much. Now that the wedding was done, all she wanted was a good night's rest to replenish the energy of a 16-hour shift.

So then why did this girl wake up in the middle of the night to check on the flowers? There was nothing she could do for them. Maybe she wanted to relive her most accomplished work one last time before they take it all down tomorrow. Or maybe she wanted to see it under the night sky. It was a different feeling with the moon than during the day.

As she made her way back to her room afterward, she heard shuffling noises coming from the grand staircase. It sounded like someone was grunting or something.

Wearing a t-shirt and shorts, her delicate skin crawled with goosebumps from the distant cold. She decided to check out the noise. Penrose Manor was dimmed at night with security on each floor, but strangely it didn't sound like a threat. When she arrived, the turn around the wall revealed a man slumped at the bottom of the stairs. She recognized the suit and autumn orange hair.

Abigail debated on what to do next. Clearly, he was so drunk he could barely make it up the stairs. Why didn't he take the elevator? Had he lost his sense of directions as well?

Obviously, she couldn't possibly leave him out here. It was still her duty as a maid to take care of her master.

Abigail barely swore but this time she did. Very quietly and in her head. She was starting to regret getting out of bed.

She put one of his arms around her small frame and they wobbled to the elevator closest to his wing. A few moments later, the lift dinged, and the doors opened to the fourth level. He was heavy as he put his weight on her. They still got a long way before reaching his bedroom. Abigail tried her best but he was too unstable, bumping into the walls and forcing her to become imbalanced.

"Hey, you."

She heard him in a low voice. She turned her head to see sleepy eyes and a smirk. Just a few more rooms, she thought and continued to remain silent, leading the way as best as she could.

The next thing she felt was his large hand on her breast. She gasped and pushed him as hard as she could against a wall. His laughter was both a cough and a chuckle.

Indecent bastard, she mouthed.

Lucas slouched down into a sitting position but was unable to get himself up. She couldn't tell if he was out or not.

There was no way for her to continue to treat him kindly if he kept doing this to her. Many thoughts crossed her mind but she wasn't sure on how to decide. She paced back and forth, not knowing what to do. She could leave him and let him fend for himself, or she could finish the job and let him molest her.

Finally, she decided to leave. Leaving was the best option at the moment. She had no idea what he would do to her if they got to the bedroom and she couldn't risk it. So leaving to go ask John for help was better than her being alone.

A few minutes later, John was standing in front of Lucas in his pj's, shaking his head.

"Son-of-a-bitch looks more than dead."

She shushed her brother, reminding him that he could still hear them. She had not mentioned what happened earlier.

"Come on, let's get this bastard to bed.

John put Lucas's arm around his shoulders but he was not as gentle as Abigail. The job was to get him to bed, not how or when, even if it means dragging him a bit with force. Abigail swung open the doors to his sleeping quarters in time for her brother's haste and John practically threw him on the bed without much thought.

"Your whole being irritates me," he dared to comment afterward.

Abigail pinched him to be careful with his mouth.

"I'm sorry you think that way," Lucas grunted. They both had thought he was unconscious, but he pulled himself up and sat in bed, rubbing his temples.

"I told you he might still hear you," she whispered to her heated brother.

Lucas stood up and found John with his blurry eyes. His brows narrowed.

"Why don't you square up and fight me like when we were boys?"

When he finished, he shoved John but it was sloppy. John growled and step forward but Agibail held him back.

"No! He's drunk, John.

If the brother could forget the status of Master and servant, he would gladly knock the teeth out of this arrogant jerk. Why couldn't he sit his ass in New York?

Lucas heard her pleasant, calm voice and now gave his attention to her.

"Little, sweet Agibail…"

He didn't know what to say after that. She turned around to hear what he had to say about her, but he never did. He just kept looking at her, his mouth half open and his chest heaving. A minute went by and the three of them stood there in silence.

Suddenly, Lucas grabbed her face in his hands and covered her mouth with his.

Abigail froze in shock. Her eyes went large. She didn't know what was going on. Was she still dreaming? Could she have been in bed this whole time? There was no way the Young Master could be pressing his lips hard onto hers right now.

By the time she came to it, he had opened her mouth and plunged his tongue down her throat. She could taste the alcohol on his breath. Taste the sweetness and bitterness of his tongue as it ravished her in lustful explosions. His hands caressed her face. His lips sucking her lifeforce as if without her, he could not live.

She grabbed his hands, meaning to peel them away but she no longer had the energy. Her body had turned to mush and she could collapse at any moment.

As soon as it happened, it also ended quickly. John forced the man off his sister and threw a hard punch that landed precisely on his jaw.

Lucas became sober right away and realized what he had done. He fell back on his bed and burst into a maniac laughter. Abigail saw the bright blood on his lip and that was when she snapped out of her daze. She grabbed her brother's arm before any more damage could be done.

"I'll cut your fucking hands off!" John was beyond furious.

"No, John. Please let's just go. Please!"

Tears were starting to come out of her. She was shaking. She did not want to stay here any longer. She wanted out now. And he understood that.

He grabbed her hand and raced her out of there faster than anything. They took the stairs. Screw the elevator. He didn't let go of her and only held her hand tighter, being careful not to pull too much. They didn't stop until they arrived inside her bedroom. She was already in tears and trembling.

"Hey." He held her head in his hands. His fingers clearing the hair away from her wet cheeks. The trauma was still there and he hated himself for it. "He will never lay a finger on you again. Ok? You're fine. I'm here." He couldn't help but embraced her in a long hug. "I'm here."

When John finally returned to his chamber, he was a wreck. And Claire saw it too in his tousled hair and sunken eyes.

"What happened?" She walked up to him.

His face was somewhere between sheer horror and pure rage, unable to blink or move. Claire shook him a few times to get him to notice her.

"You look like you've seen a ghost," she teased, but when she didn't get the response she expected, she became somber. "Ok, are you going to tell me or not? What happened to you?"

He finally turn to her. His eyes were hollow and blank

"If I tell you, you must swear never to tell anyone," he answered. She looked at him quizzically. "We're married now, and we should not keep secrets. Actually-- it's not my secret but we should have trust."

"Baby, what are you talking about?" She brought him to the bed, afraid he was going to need to sit with whatever he had to say.

John looked at his wife with a clenched jaw and intense hazel eyes. His nose flared.

"I have something deep down I have never told anyone. Promise me you'll never tell." She kissed him on the lips as a seal. "Now promise me you'll never let Abigail know that you know."

She cocked her head, confused at this second bit. After a few blinks, she nodded. John took a deep breath and faced her. He took both her hands in his and squeezed.

"Three years ago, Abigail witnessed a murder here at Penrose. The murderer, Lucas Barrington. The victim, we never found the body. But she swore she saw it, and I believe her."

"You believed her?" Claire questioned, but she didn't mean to sound skeptical.

"I do. I really do because that's just the type of guy Lucas is." He paused to prepare himself for the next bit. "And then that night… that night he climbed into her bed and attempted to r*** her. She was only fifteen."

Claire knew why he had to hold her hand as he told her this. She was squeezing him hard with shock. His voice shook and broke some more.

"He-- he couldn't go through with it because Abigail was afraid, so she had me sleep on her sofa. I was able to intercept. God knows what would've happened if I wasn't there. Oh god--"

She cut him off and hugged him. She could sense that he blamed himself immensely for all of this. He didn't have to finish his sentence for her to know how much he loved his sister and hated himself. She pulled away to ask him a question.

"Why are you telling me this?"

He had become much more stable and told her what happened just a few minutes ago.

"Abigail was traumatized after that incident. Our Father and Sir Barrington knew nothing of it. She was terrified and absolute he would do much worse to her if we tell. But by some miracle, he left the next few days for New York and she had never seen him again until he returned for our wedding. I'm telling you this because whatever you do, never leave Abigail alone in a room with him."

Claire shook her head as if all of this couldn't possibly be real. But then again, she'd heard of the Barrington as the wealthiest family in the entire nation. They were the biggest sponsor of the police and the military, so if Lucas was to kill someone in his own house, what could anyone do? He was untouchable. He was the law.

"How can we help her, John? We can't leave her alone in this house. We're leaving for our honeymoon first thing tomorrow morning." Claire was terrified for her sister-in-law. She was lucky to barely have any contact with him, but she couldn't say the same about Abigail.

"I heard he's got a complicated business contract and had to return to America immediately. He should be gone right after us."

Claire breathed relief, but she hadn't fully allowed herself to be relaxed yet. She would be living with the Barringtons now. She was free to continue with her art career but eventually, she would have to learn all the rules of Penrose Manor. The next lineage to Head Butler was John and she would become Head of Housekeeping. It was the price she had to pay for marrying a Campbell.

And that would mean having to deal with Lucas Barrington.


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章 11: Chapter 11

The sounds of birds chirping would be a magical way to wake up to a new day. The beautiful August sun glaring through the window panes was both pleasant and blinding. Abigail could hear her brother packing as he and Claire walked back and forth around the servant's quarters. She could also hear him as he knocked on her door and announced his departure. But she didn't answer.

After what happened last night, she could not bring herself to sleep. The fear of Lucas pressing his knees on her bed, drawing the blanket down, and burying his face in her neck was too overwhelming for her to close her eyes.

She rolled over to her other side. The scene last night flashed in her head for the hundredth time. She rubbed a thumb over her lips.

Abigail's first kiss had been with Lucas Barrington, the last person she could ever imagine it would be. She never knew the touch of another person's lips could be so soft and enticing, but it was completely with the wrong person.

It's half past ten and she still hadn't gotten up yet. Her Father had neither come for her nor woke her up like how he usually would if she slept in. She figured John had probably said something to make him stay away. Duties are important, but he respected his children's health and space when appropriate.

If Abigail had a choice, she would sleep in all day and lose herself with the thoughts in her head. She was in no mood to see anyone today. But she had something more important to do.

After the wedding, Claire had left Abigail's blue notebook in Susan's car, which the girl had driven home and was unaware of it.

Claire apologized after the wedding and tried to call her friend but she didn't pick up. In the end, she gave Susan's number for her to call.

Abigail reached for her phone on the nightstand and dialed the number saved the night before. The other end picked up right away, but the person sounded hasty and moody.

"H--hi. Is this Susan?"

"Who is this?"

"It's Abigail. John's sister--"

"I know who you are."

Abigail didn't know why she was so snappy and rude. No one had yelled at her for no reason before and she was a shy girl who wouldn't know how to handle situations like this. She swallowed nervously.

The voice came again from the other end, demanding what she wanted when she didn't say anything.

"I think Claire left my notebook in your car. It's blue. She said she sent you a message."

There was a moment of silence where Abigail didn't hear anything. She was expecting some shuffling noise as the girl looked through her things but there was nothing. After a minute or so, Susan finally replied.

"I'm busy. Meet me tonight. I'll send you the address."

~~~~~~~~~

The music blared through the air while bright flashing lights of colors flickered and hot bodies groove alongside each other. Amongst the crowd, a tall man with broad shoulders and a handsome face was making his way through it all. As he passed by, women couldn't help but get caught in his breathtakingly attractive person and turn heads.

Lucas was aware his masculinity tended to have such an effect on the opposite sex. But there was only one woman in his head right now. A girl. And what in the bloody hell was she doing in a place like this?

Thank god he spotted her from across the club as soon as he walked in. And thank god for his tall stature too. He saw her by the bar counter immediately. I mean, who wouldn't when you come into a place like this in jeans and a buttoned-down sweater in a ponytail? She stood out like a sore thumb amongst the mini skirts and cleavage-revealing dresses.

Lucas didn't come here to enjoy himself, exactly. He followed Abigail after he discovered she had gone out. He would've left it at that, but then he tracked her phone and realized she had gone to a relatively popular club called The Hive.

Oh, yea. He's got a tracker on her and that's how he was able to save her life tonight. The day she forgot her phone in his closet, he had gone through her entire device, downloaded all her pictures and videos, accounts and logins, and implanted a tracking program into one of her apps. It was easily installed but nearly impossible to notice.

Lucas couldn't blame himself as he wasn't the one who started this whole freak stalking idea. Asher had done it to him and now he's a very special person in Asher's life. He only wish he could figure out which app the son-of-a-bitch installed the program to, but the little fucker was hard to find, and going through each application's coding would take months.

Abigail was acting weird from this angle. She was around a small group of girls who were dressed entirely different, like they belong in The Hive while she belonged in a cafe. He had seen one of the girls with dark hair give her something in a cup, and now she was tipsy, swaying back and forth, grabbing onto the counter for support.

Dammit, Abigail! Shouldn't she know never to drink anything from an open cup?

She fell back but caught herself. Her body had gone flimsy but the other girls only laughed. No one offered to help.

The boiling rage inside of him was something he had never felt before. To see her so fragile in this environment, he was not able to accept it. His lips twitched in pure anger. His hands itched to make contact with human flesh.

He picked up his pace. She could no longer stand. Her palm was on her head and she stumbled backward. He reached out a hand, all the while shoving people out of the way with no regard for anyone. She continued to stagger a few more times before finally, she collapsed right into his arms.

She was so small in front of him. So delicate and frail that she weighed less than a feather when he scooped her up into his arms.

Almost immediately, the girls stopped giggling when they saw him. The bloodshot eyes he gave them held so much fury and rage, the girls froze in fear.

Lucas glared into the brown eyes of their leader.

Susan's cackle got caught in her throat as soon as she saw Lucas Barrington. She did not know a person could hold so much animosity and violence in his eyes. She thought he was going to launch at her at one point, but instead, he lifted the pathetic girl into his arms and walked away.

The unexpected arrival of the man simmered the lively moods of her girlfriends. They asked her who the guy was and what he was doing here. She shoved all their questions down with "I don't know. Shut up!" and decided to end the night like that. It was already ruined the minute that feeble little girl showed up.

Susan returned home to her small one-bedroom apartment. She took a quick shower and then went to bed. Each night, she would do something different to distract her from coming home to see the jar of ash that sat by her wall. Tonight, she allowed herself to be washed away by her guilt and self-disgust. Every part of her body was resented, every breath was killing her, and her days were filled with so much pain.

She would've swallowed the pills away into self-destruction long ago, but Claire had saved her from it, and she would never let herself go back that far again.

She wasn't tired so she laid in bed like that, just thinking and thinking and hating and hating until the sun rose through the horizon and into her windows. She grunted as she sat up, her hair a mess somehow, and went to the small kitchen to make coffee.

Her hand was in the middle of pouring a cup when a loud pounding came from her front door and she immediately snapped her head. She was not expecting company.

She ran to the bedroom to put on some pants. When she got back to the door, the knocking came again. She peered through the peephole and saw the man from last night standing right outside.

What the hell was he doing here? How did he know where she lived?

Susan opened the door just a notch for him to see her. She combed her hair with a hand to tame it down a bit.

"What do you want--"

Before she could finish her question, Lucas Barrington broke down the door and barged in. She became even more alarmed when a group of men in similar suits started to follow him into her place.

"Find it!" Lucas commanded.

The men fanned out and began going through her stuff, recklessly overturning things and throwing them to the floor.

"Stop! Stop it. What the hell is going on?" She screamed at the alpha. The men were raiding her privacy and trashing her place. "If you don't stop, I"m going to call the police."

She suddenly tried to remember where her phone could be, then recalled that it was on the kitchen counter.

"Before you can say 'breaking and entering' to the cops, I shall have you charged for theft." His icy cold voice caused her to halt. None of this was making any sense.

"Theft? But I didn't steal anyth--"

"Got it!"

Susan turned her head to a man making his way from her bedroom and handed something into Lucas's palm. It was a blue notebook.

Lucas flipped through the pages quickly before waving a finger to someone behind him.

The next man looked different from the rest. While the others wore cheap suits, this one wore a grey one and stood behind Lucas the whole time until he was summoned.

"Ms. Reel, Mr. Barrington is charging you for misconduct and attempted rape. I would advise you to find a lawyer as soon as possible."

He handed her a thin manila envelope.

Susan felt like her whole world had stopped spinning. He's joking, right? This isn't real. She stood there, frozen, looking at the book in his hand. The situation had escalated so quickly, she hadn't had time to think.

"Abigail did this, didn't she? She asked you to do this? What the fuck does she want? Her notebook? Take it. But the charges? I didn't drag her to The Hive and force her to drink. She's a slut, so if she wants to be a slutty whore and can't control herself, how is that my fault? You just don't know her. She wanted you, and men. She loved all the men's attention--"

A loud crisp clap silenced the room and it took Susan a moment to realize she was just slapped. After the sound, she felt a sharp pain shooting throughout her face. She cupped her red, stinging cheek with a hand and gasped.

Susan shot daggers at him. Tears of pain were coming down her face. How was it that he was able to get away with this? Was this the kind of power he had? He had made her feel so small this entire time and now he had squashed the ant that she was.

"Add verbal abuse and slandering to the charges," Lucas spat with disgust. "That slap was self-defense, no?"

"Absolutely, sir."


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