The Secrets Hidden In The Scars

Chapter 7: We Don't Know What's Happening Between Us

However, even despite a wish literally to attack his brother with questions about what's happening, Terrence decides to wait for a while until he chooses a good moment to talk to Edward and try to find out just something from what is hidden from everybody so hard.

"Oh, hey again," Terrence pronounces with a slight smile, comes to Edward, shakes him by the hand, hugs him amicably, clapping him on the back, and steps back from him some time later. "You're late... I was waiting for you for one hour..."

"Sorry, there were traffic jams," Edward shrugs. "A couple of car accidents, a drunk man that was crossing the road for literally half an hour, a shabby cat that was almost hit... In short, too much to explain!"

"Oh, I see you didn't miss on the way," Terrence laughs quietly. "While I'm here, you're watching cats and alcoholics. I would've left a long time ago if I hadn't had to wait for you."

"Let me remind you that you invited me to go to Mother's home," Edward smiles innocently. "So, be pleased to be patient, self-proclaimed king of the show business."

"Why am I a self-proclaimed one? I am really a king of the show business, in which everybody knows and respects me!"

"Oh, shut up, please, otherwise I will kill you right here," Edward rolls his eyes.

Terrence chuckles quietly with a proud look and then glances at the open hall door.

"Okay, go to hell," Terrence waves a hand. "Sit in the living room. Give me two minutes. I'll take something, and we'll go."

"Alright, Your Highness," Edward smiles slightly. "I'm ready to wait for you for twenty minutes."

"Come the fuck in before I change my mind about taking you with me."

With these words, Terrence slightly pushes Edward to the hall door. MacClife, Jr., comes into the house with a quiet laugh and comes into the living room, looking around with interest and getting delighted by his brother's home every time he comes here.

A large living room, in which many people could be, looks very luxurious and exquisite. Railing and fences on the second floor in the place, from which there is a perfect view of the whole living room, are unbelievably beautiful thanks to interesting patterns. It's possible to see a big chandelier on the high white ceiling that perfectly lights up the room at a dark time of day. And lamps are placed either on tables or on the floor in corners that are poorly lighted up. Marble polished tile is placed on the floor that gleams beautifully and makes a sound when someone knocks it with shoe soles or heels.

Half of the living room is empty. And a few soft sofas and armchairs with incredible patterns are placed on the other half. A transparent coffee table framed with light brown inserts is placed among them. There is also a carpet with interesting pants that perfectly fits beige and brown shades, which this room has. And it's also possible to see artificial flowers placed in high, gold-painted vases in different corners of the living room. There are many doors that lead to other rooms, dark curtains are placed on the windows and some arches that are barely covered.

When Edward admires this beauty, he dreams of living in a similar place and admiring every single corner. Unfortunately, the condition of his life in a shabby room in an old house that was built somewhere at the end of the twentieth century is far from perfect. Now he has no opportunity to earn money for his own gorgeous housing. He is not an actor, singer, or businessman – nobody, who earns millions, lives in private, luxury residences, and feels like kings and queens. So, the man doubts that he will start earning great money and live in luxury.

Edward walks into the living room and looks around for some time, while Terrence locks the door and leaves for one minute to take something. But then he stops his eyes on his brother's guitar and a notebook, in which he had been trying to write songs before Letitia came here. The man comes closer and looks at what is written on a bunch of papers placed near it on the coffee table with interest. When he wants to take one of the pieces and read what is written in it, Terrence returns to the living room. A quiet knock from his shoe soles on marble tile lets him know it.