Control The CEO
Chapter 11
❝Genetics and possible secrets❞
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The door opens which makes me jerk up from the bed and look at the door to see that Ace is standing there with a sad look on his face. Why would he be sad? I've stayed in the room until evening, and I thought that I was going to be here for a long time. I would not leave for a very long time, I have done this before. As a child of course but I haven't done it or a long time until now. I glare at Ace that is standing there.
"Leave my room!" I speak to him. I don't want to look at him and I don't want to be near him. All that I want to do is stay inside my room and hide away. I deserve it anyway. I'm not normal and I should stay here for a long time because of it. Ace doesn't listen to me but he does walk closer to me and he sits down on the bed. He doesn't take his eyes off me. While I would love nothing more than to look into his annoying eyes, I don't want to look at him or his eyes.
Ace sighs. "I know you're hurt and you deserve to be. What your brother said to you was wrong and he shouldn't have said it" He tells me. I look down at my teddy bear which I have in my hands. Wanting to hold it to feel safe. I can't hug my brother as I would always come to him when I needed comfort, but now all I have is a teddy bear. I really don't want to look at Ace as well. "The truth is always spoken in anger" I tell him as I wipe my face with the back of my hand to get rid of all the tears.
Always when people are angry, their inner feelings come out and what they feel and think inside is let out into the world for everyone to hear. And it will always hurt everyone that hears those words and even the one that said it. But, he said that I'm not normal and he wants me to be normal. He's my twin brother. We were always meant to be together in life, and we were supposed to accept one another. I accept the one he is.
But, he doesn't do the same to me and now I've just heard that he doesn't love me. "You're fragile, Davina. Really fragile and you're sensitive. Being around you is hard and speaking is even harder when you take everything to heart. Now, neither one of us are going to leave this room until I've told you everything. All right?" He asks me. I then do look up to meet his eyes. The very thing that I said that I did not want to do, but somehow I did it. He's right on that. I am fragile. That's what my parents always said.
Sometimes Leo would call me sensitive but he always said that the world needed more people like me, sensitive and kind like me. I always thought that it was a good thing, and a compliment of some sort. Now when Ace says it, it does appear that he's not saying it for it to be a compliment. I'm not sure why he's saying it for that matter, but I know it's the truth. I look into his eyes and I'm not really sure what I'm seeing. I just hope he can see that I'm angry at him.
I want him to see that I'm angry not only at him but my brother as well as they are both plotting something that I don't know what is but I think I'm about to find out. "Only if we don't have to get married. I would rather marry a mouse than you" I tell him. I really would. A mouse would be a better candidate. I grin inside my head when I think about it, how would that wedding even happen? I'm not sure but I would like to. Not that I'm offering to marry a mouse or anyone for that matter.
"I will pretend that is a yes. Davina. You know who your brother is?" He asks me. I eye him strangely. Of course I know who my brother is, who does he think he is to ask such a question. "Yes, he's my brother. Why wouldn't I know him? I'm sure I know him a lot more than you do" I tell him but he shakes his head. I raise an eyebrow at him. Why can't he just explain to me so that I could get a lawyer to say that I'm not going to marry him.
I have free will. I know that I do and I know that this is a violation against that because I control my own life. And I am the only one that gets to decide how I want to spend my life and I don't want to get married. "You don't know him as much as you think you do, little one" He speaks. Who is he calling little? I'm not that little. Only slightly. And besides my height is because of my genetics. It's not like I can control how I am, and how I was born and not even how tall I am.
I never did want to be sick like the way that I am. I was born this way and there is nothing that I could have done about it, and my parents have loved me through it all. As well as my twin brother who has always stood by my side. Until now. "What does that mean?" I ask him. I really want to know, but at the same time I can feel myself losing interest in this conversation. Sometimes that does happen to me. I lose interest in things, sometimes after a couple of minutes. He chuckles. "Don't worry, you're about to hear all about who he is" He says with this darker tone.