All Chapters of Worthless In Their Eyes, Perfect In His : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

He stepped closer into the light. His skin looked brighter compared to how pale they seemed when he was unconscious at the hospital.“Dad? You're the one who called me to come.”He nodded. “You're safe. Do not be afraid.”Tears burned my eyes. “You killed someone.”His shoulders sagged. “I didn't mean to.”“That doesn't change anything. She is already dead.”“They were in my way,” he replied. “And something terrible is coming.”I shook my head. “What are you talking about?”He stepped closer. I stepped back.“I am not your enemy,” he said. “I need you by my side.”“For what?” I asked.“To stop what is coming,” he said. “You have no idea what you are part of.”“I want to go home,” I said. “I want you to turn yourself in.” My voice shook as I spoke. Right now, I wasn't even sure if I was safe around him.He smiled slowly. “You still believe in the lie that Malcolm built around you.”“Malcolm loves me,” I said in defiance.My father laughed. “Malcolm only loves what he sees in you.”I fo

“That mark isn’t ordinary.” I raised a brow and studied my hand, where the mark was etched. I tightened my arms around myself, instinctively shielding my wrist even though he had already seen it. “You’re overreacting,” I said, forcing a steadiness into my voice that I did not feel. “I told you. It’s nothing.” “When did you get it?” His voice sounded more serious this time. “I don’t know,” I shrugged, as I started to wonder what the mark was. “This morning, or maybe during the night.” I didn't think the mark was from the dream with my father. Perhaps a bug bit me during my sleep. “That’s not an answer.” I frowned and opened my mouth to say something, but closed it as I seemed to lack words. He took a step toward me. Just close enough that I could smell the coffee on his breath. His eyes stayed on my face this time. “Try again,” he said. “When did you notice it?” “When I woke up.” His jaw tightened. He glanced at my wrist again, then looked away. “And before you

I rolled my eyes. It was an email, and at first glance, I could tell that it was spam from one of those sites I had given permission to send me emails. I simply ignored it and carried on with my workout routine.Prior to when I subscribed to the gym, I had done my research about exercises, and if there was one thing I learnt, it was that you can't get fit in one day. A mistake many people made was straining themselves to do everything in one day, whereas, consistency was the key.I lunged forward, while holding dumbbells in both hands, my headphones plugged in, playing a workout session. I followed the timer from the audio and interchanged between my left and right.After twenty minutes, when the timer had gone off and it was time to rest, I found myself breathing heavily. I hoped the body aches were proof that I was making progress.I decided to head out of the gym to get a cold drink from a shop opposite. My phone buzzed again just as I stepped into the sunlight.I already guessed i

We kept walking. He showed me the storage area where new acquisitions were kept before they were logged and placed. He explained how the tagging system worked and showed me the software they used to track everything. It was not complicated. I had used similar systems before.We looped back into the main hall. This time we went through the right wing more slowly. He told me about a few of the pieces hanging on the walls. Not in a lecturing way. More like he was just telling me things he found interesting.I liked that about him. We stopped in front of a dark painting near the end of the row. It was small compared to the others around it. The frame was simple wood with no decoration. The painting itself was mostly black and dark brown, with some circular shapes drawn in what looked like a reddish paint.I looked at it for a moment. Something about it stopped me. There was a pattern in the center of it. Two small circles pressed close together, overlapping slightly. I looked at my wrist

"Name a number," he repeated. "Whatever you think that job is worth to you. I will pay you that. Every month. You do not have to go anywhere, you do not have to stand on your feet all day, and you can stay here and do whatever you want."I stared at him."You want to pay me to quit my job," I said."I want you to be practical," he said."That is the same thing.""Ruby, think about it logically," he said. "You just started today. You have not even built anything there yet. It is easy to walk away now before you get attached.""I already like it there," I said."You were there for one day.""And I liked it," I said again.He exhaled and sat back. He looked frustrated in a quiet way, not yelling, not aggressive, just a tight expression around the jaw and the eyes."I do not understand why you are making this difficult," he said. "I am offering to solve the problem for you.""There is no problem," I said. "I got a job. That is not a problem.""It is when you are ignoring my messages all d