WHITNEY

A WEEK LATER

Mr.Wilson was in every suspicious action, though we couldn't accuse him. There was nothing that condemned him. There was no particular reason which could have motivated him to kill her.

During the week, I went every day to visit mom's corpse, Addams was always with me, taking care of me and mentally supporting me.

The emotion was the same every time I went to see her, nothing had changed, and the feeling was always as intense as it was since the first day I heard she passed away.

A week had passed now, and Addams hadn't touched me, since this death I thought none of us was in the mood to have sex. I didn't want it, the only thing I had in mind was my mother and the grief her departure caused.

Though my appetite came back gradually, I started eating without Addams having to force me to, after a discussion with Addams who also suspected his father, we agreed that mom died of a heart attack.

It was the simplest conclusion we succeeded to have. However, he couldn't understand why I was so leery about his dad's innocence.

The only reason I gave him for this leeriness was that 'life taught me, to never believe in somebody, especially a business partner'.

He understood easily, I couldn't tell him the truth, mum was no more there however, I cared about this love I had for Addams.

Furthermore, mom made me promise to not leave and for her sake, I should remain with him, his presence was a great relief for my heart, without him at my side, I would have surely given up on life.

The way I felt was too harsh to try to bear it alone, thus I would not mess up this relationship by telling him everything his father did.

The burial day came, the day to put my mama in the grave.
Hell, the sadness I felt was uncommon it was as if I hadn't felt this pain even after my parent's homicide.

I understood at this moment that the heart couldn't be used to the pain, it was always harsh, and sometimes we experienced pain and concluded we would never feel that way again.

It was just a lure our hearts try to make us believe, it was always the same harshness, sometimes more difficult than the previous experience. The only thing that changed was our minds, our perceptions, and the way we accepted every situation which came around.

Though the pain remained the same, the heart remained always a weak organ, and nothing changed.

Sometimes, you could think you are already prevented but you can't be strong forever, that is the sadness of every human being.

Most of the time, life is unfair but mama taught me it was always worth to be lived.

The government wanted me to bury mom in a cemetery, but I pleaded and with the power she left me, I succeeded to have permission to do it in the yard of the mansion which witnessed the death of all my parents.

They were numerous at this funeral, the press of New York was there, the press of England, and also many of her different investors.

We were in the living room, Addams and I with the different investors mama got throughout her career as a businesswoman.

They were all amiable and polite, offering me their vows of beneficence. It almost made me cry to see how they were all there for me, to honor mum departure.

After discussing and presenting their vows, we went out to witness how my mum was going under the earth, in her new residence.

The press was snapping, there were flashes and the sound of cameras everywhere.
I was witnessing a moment I would never forget, it will remain anchored in my mind forever and ever.

She would never witness all the happiness I would have lived, she would never see her grandchildren, she went too early we had too much to share.

I looked at that moment, it was as if it would last forever, time passed too unhurried, and the pain I felt was more than intense at this moment, my heart bleeding and swelling commanded tears to run down my cheeks.

I didn't let the sob come out of my lips, not that the desire wasn't burning me from inside, but I couldn't, I couldn't yell in front of all these crowds.

Black glass on my face, to hide my red and swollen eyes from them, with Addams squeezing my hand to tell me I wasn't alone, through this storm.

The burial event was the more difficult part to assume, It is when you acknowledge there is no coming back, nothing could be changed.

After the preacher's words, Addams tightened me and made me go into the house.

"How are you feeling now as the heir of all this wealth and power, Miss Whitney Lucas?" A voice coming out to the crowd of journalists snapping the event uttered.

I looked at the mass, with all these microphones and recorders waiting for a word to escape my lips.

How nasty could they be, thinking of just the wealth and the power it offered as if it could make my mum awakened again?

"Try to wisely wiggle your tongue in your mouth before talking of such a delicate subject" Addams was getting angry at her question, I felt it, it seemed that his energy communicated.

"There is no need to get angry at this" I calmed him with a touch, he sighed and I entered the house leaving them without any response.

They understood it was a subject they didn't have to approach.

I entered the living room, leaving the guests outside, I wanted to have intimacy with my thought and try to bear this event strongly as much as I can.

"A cup of tea will be okay" Addams pronounced as I was going into the kitchen.
I nodded and motioned to get it.

"Everything is going as expected" I heard Mr. Wilson's voice sounding from the garden.

I was suddenly alarmed, the breath became hard, what was he talking about?
With whom was he talking?

I came close to the hall which was directed to the garden and tried as much as I could to get him.

"Yes Alpha, the poison had worked perfectly on her, nobody could guess it was a heart attack caused by poison" I recognized the voice, it was for the one guy who was always with him in his mansion.

"The doctor has already been killed, there shouldn't be any witnesses" Mr. Wilson added.

"Now what will you suggest to attain your objectives?" he questioned Mr.Wilson.

"Addams should no more belong to this world, after this, we will try every possible trick to have Whitney's attention and love. everything will be ok" Mr. Wilson declared.

This stabbed my heart. He wanted to exterminate everyone I cared of. This man! I sat on the ground in the kitchen, my hands on my heart, I didn't know what to do at this right moment.

My being was deadpan as if I couldn't make a move, his assertion had frozen my whole body.