Chapter 5
I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. The dress that Lela had bought for me was a perfect fit. Slightly shorter than I had expected it to be with a deep, plunging neckline but it clung to my body perfectly. The fabric was light and soft, feeling fantastic against my skin.
I smiled to myself, I looked good and looking good made me feel good. I tried to convince myself that the effects of the earlier unpleasantness with Lars had faded from my mind. I tried to push the feelings of fear and dread down and replace them with confidence and determination. I wasn’t about to let Lars break me. Yes, he had me backed into a corner at the moment but I had to believe that I could deal with him and whatever he was going to throw at me.
I was naive, I was blissfully unaware of the storm clouds which were gathering just over the horizon.
I winced slightly, my breath causing a stabbing jolt of pain in my chest where Lars had struck me. It was a stark reminder that however strong I was starting to feel, I needed to be cautious around my brother, play this game of his very carefully indeed. That was the first time that he had ever physically attacked me, it was the first time that I’d ever been physically attacked by anyone, but if he could do it once then there was nothing to say that he wouldn’t do it again.
I made my way over to my dresser, plucking up a small gold watch which I proceeded to fasten around my wrist. The watch was beautifully delicate and exquisitely crafted, with alternating links of yellow and white gold. The square face of the watch was set with mother of pearl, shimmering with an iridescent glow. It had been a gift from my grandfather on my 18th birthday.
I had some wonderful memories of my grandfather, especially those moments watching him fishing in the lake behind his house. I was never one for fishing myself but there was something magical about that lake. I could spend hours sitting in the little boating hut nestled up to its bank, watching the silvery ripples in the water created by Grandfather, casting and reeling in his line. Sadly, he had passed away only a few weeks after my birthday. That watch was his last gift.
The thin hands pointed to half past seven. I was expecting Lela to pick me up around eight o’clock, so that gave me half an hour. Half an hour until I could escape to some sort of normality.
A cloud of uncertainty began to creep into my mind, I was unsure of what to do. Stay in my bedroom, or head downstairs, downstairs to where Lars was waiting? I struggled, feeling myself being pulled between surrender and resistance. I knew I had to go along with his blackmail, whatever form that would take. There was no other choice, but still, I refused to let him see any fear in me. This was my house too, and I wasn’t prepared to let him forget that easily. He had shaken me earlier, but I had to regather myself and stand strong.
I pushed open my bedroom door and stepped out onto the landing. He’s down there. The thought caused my shoulders to twitch, a cold chill ran down my spine. The hallway at the bottom of the stairs looked darker than normal, shadows clung to the walls, reaching up towards me, twisting into menacing shapes. Just my imagination, surely? My heart pounded in my chest, its rhythm beating in my ears. They’re just shadows.
Bella let out a soft whine from where she still lay on my bed, her ears down, her brown eyes, wide and fixed on me.
“It’s ok, girl’, I tried to force my voice to sound reassuring and steady while keeping my eyes glued on the base of the staircase. I wasn’t going to let Lars get into my head, I really wasn’t.
Slowly, as quietly as I could manage, I started to descend those stairs, descend into the dim light below. The loud booms from that surround sound system in the lounge resonating through the house, causing the walls to vibrate with a steady rhythm. Those sounds caused a cautious confidence to grow in me. Confidence from the knowledge that he was probably still glued to that television screen.
As soon as I reached the hallway I quickly rounded the door into the kitchen, holding my breath.
I didn’t see him at first, the dazzling evening sun pouring in through the kitchen window hid him in its golden brightness. But slowly, his form, silhouetted against that window came into focus. Lars turned to face me as I entered the room and despite my resolve, a sudden jolt shot through my chest and my breath caught in my throat.
“Oh, you didn’t have make such an effort for me”, Lars’ voice was soft with a feigned warmth. His gaze seemed to linger on me, scanning me up and down. I suddenly felt exposed, as if my dress had become too short and the neckline too deep. As he looked at me with an unreadable expression a cold shiver ran down my spine.
I can remember a nervous giggle escaping my lips, “I’m just about to head out to a party with Lela. She’ll be picking me up in a few minutes.”. it took all my concentration to keep my voice steady while inside my stomach was turning over itself.
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“You’re going out?”, Lars said, his mouth dropping into a sad pout although the frosty edge in his voice gave him away. “I was thinking that perhaps we could have a nice film night together. A little bit of brother and sister time, just like we used to. Couldn’t you tell Lela that you can’t make it, that something else has come up?”, it was phrased as a question but his eyes, narrow and hard told me that it was anything but.
A film night with him? The thought threw me off guard, that was something which I hadn’t expected. “Lars, you can't stop me from going out, going to the party. I’ll go along with your little blackmail but you can’t control me.”.
He looked at me, his eyes opening wide in mocking innocence, “oh I’m not going to stop you, Sister Dearest. You can go to the party if you want to but just let me have a little chat with the lovely Lela first. I’ve got something to show her which I think she might find rather interesting”.
His threat hung in the air as he watched me for my reaction. My back stiffed, my mind raced, trying to think of a solution. The earlier confidence that I had, I felt it drain from me. He had me where he wanted me and we both knew it. I couldn’t risk those photos falling into Lela’s hands.
It was just at that moment, the whine of an old Honda making its way up the hillside filtered in through the open window.
Lars’ ears pricked up at the sound, “That’s rather unfortunate, isn’t it? Don’t worry, we can still have our film night together. I’ll pop out there and make up an excuse for you. You just wait here, and keep away from that window.”, those last words were edged with cold threat.
“Lars…”, I was about to argue with him, tell him that he couldn’t control my life but as soon as I opened my mouth, he took a step towards me. He fixed me with his stony gaze, his entire body looked tense, menacing. Any words that I was about to speak stuck in my throat. Unconsciously I stepped backwards.
Lars’, head nodding slowly and with a small satisfied smile on his face, he strode past me and into the hallway.
A jumbled frenzy of emotions crashed and tumbled through my mind. My earlier resolve was beginning to shake, my mind struggling to comprehend what was happening. I had expected some simple blackmail from Lars, but this felt like something different. Control over me, was that what he really wanted? Control?
I could hear a voice inside my head, be clam, breath, it told me. Play along with this game of his for the time being. He had shown that he was dangerous, no longer that meek and downtrodden boy I had known. Something had changed in him, he was dark, unpredictable and I needed to be careful, be clever. Play along until I can find something to use against him, something to regain at least a part of the leverage that he now held over me.
I don’t know how long I stood in that kitchen for, waiting with nothing but that tempest spinning inside of my head and the steady ticking of the wall clock for company. It felt like hours, although I’m sure it was probably no more than a few minutes before Lars returned. He entered the room, a satisfied grin on his face.
“There we go Sister Dearest, we’re all set for some cosy brother and sister film time”
“Where’s Lela, what did you tell her?”, my voice trembled as I spoke. Part of me wouldn’t have been surprised to hear that he had already given her the photos.
Lars must have guessed where my thoughts were going, “Don’t worry Sister Dearest, I promised that I wouldn’t let her know about your little indiscretions… as long as you do what I ask.” there was an edge to those last few words, his voice soft with an implied threat. His tone softened further as he continued, “I told her that you’d gone out to a club with your boyfriend”.
“Lars, I don’t have a boyfriend.”, There was a flutter in my heart, had he just made a mistake? Surely Lela would see through him and notice that something was wrong? I didn’t realise the at time quite what a cleverly crafted ruse my fictional boyfriend would turn out to be.
“Don’t you?”, Lars exclaimed, eye widening with mock surprise. “Lela did seem a little confused about that too, at first. But then she just chuckled and said something about you choosing your latest conquest over her.” He paused for a second, an eyebrow raising as he carried on, “Latest conquest, I wonder what she meant by that?”.
The brief glimmer of hope I had evaporated, my heart sank at the realisation that Lela had bought the lie. I had no choice but to go along with this game. For the moment I was up against the ropes. A brisk draught from the hallway made me shiver and I suddenly felt very exposed.
I looked up into Lars’ eyes, speaking with a strained voice, “OK, fine. Get the film ready and I’ll get changed.”.
An almost predatory look crossed my brother’s face. “Changed? Why would you want to do that? I thought you got yourself all dressed up especially for our night in together”, his voice tinged with feigned disappointment.
In that moment I felt very uncomfortable. The dress which I had been so excited to wear earlier, now felt almost scandalous. I nervously fiddled with the hem, pulling it down, trying to cover myself.
My mind raced frantically, trying to find any excuse, any way to escape his hungry glare, “They’ll be home soon”, my voice was meek, “Mum and Dad. This dress, it’s not really appropriate for a family film night”. It was a feeble plea and I knew it, but in that moment, under his gaze, I couldn’t think of anything better.
For a split second, a thoughtful look passed across Lars’ face. I allowed myself to hope that he might be considering my words. But then he let out a soft chuckle.
“Oh, Sister Dearest! Are you so preoccupied with your own life, so self-centred that you’ve forgotten what the date is today?”
It was the 14th May. I stood for a few moments. That date did seem familiar. And then it dawned on me, Mum and Dad’s wedding anniversary. Not just any wedding anniversary, it was their silver wedding anniversary and I had completely forgotten it.
It was just then that another crushing realisation hit me.
That morning when I came down to breakfast and I didn’t see them, I’d just assumed that they had already left for work. But they hadn’t gone to work that day. They hadn’t gone to work because they’d left to tour Italy, celebrating their anniversary.
Lars had planned this whole thing, plotted and waited until he knew that he had me alone in the house. Alone and trapped with him for two weeks. Two long weeks.