Bad Memories
She still sat there on her couch staring at the white anonymous envelope. It had been nearly an year since Samantha had seen one like it and then she had had someone to lean on to. She had had someone to trust in only to be betrayed. She blinked. She blinked again but the mist didn't disappear but formed one perfect tear and caught her eyelashes. Samantha could still feel his touch though she cursed her for remembering.
Deep breaths. Deep, intense breaths. She had inhaled his scent time and again only lose what she was seeking. His skin was so warm. His pulse ticked her as she laid her head against his neck. Warm, moist lips were there too. She was the canvas and he was the painter.
The tear dropped. Samantha almost jumped as the salt hit the paper. She blinked in vain. The envelope was still there. With trembling hands she reached and pulled out the letter which hold the terrifying words she had read before. Someone else knew. Someone knew about her nightmare and that someone wanted approach the king on the chess board.
"Celeste, my dear."
"Elvis." Her reply was as absolutely icy. Fortunately he was in a cheerful state of mind that day. He just smiled little wider and offered to escort his stepmother of a sort to her table. Reluctantly she accepted and laid her hand on his.
"Have you heard anything of my darling sister? I assure you that there are people searching for her and soon they will uncover the truth of the circumstances under which she disappeared", his voice was filled with appropriate amount of concern.
"Please Elvis, I do not wish to play games with you today. We both know under which circumstances Alexandra disappeared and we both know you could bring her back any hour of the day."
"Celeste, I assure you I had nothing to do with Alexandras sudden departure. After all, she is family and so are you", EJ said knowing he was treading on wobbly terrain.
"Yes, I am. I am part of the family though it would better for both of us if I wasn't", her cryptic answer combined with her arched brow were enough to convince EJ. Celeste knew too many family secrets for her own good. Too many to be cast aside like broken toy but not enough to ensure her immunity. Unfortunately Celeste could be the one holding the keys to the secret which EJ had to uncover.
"Do you remember the painting father gave you?" Celeste flinched.
"There were many paintings darling Elvis. I couldn't possibly know which one you are interested in." His reply was sharp:
"The one with the woman. The veiled beauty which my father adored." Celeste froze.
"That one? I think I have misplaced it, permanently."
"It would do you good to come across with it again, soon. Good bye Celeste, enjoy your meal", EJ nodded and removed himself from the scene in his own casual manner.