The good sister

We both stared at the door nervously as the person who was at the other side of the door kept knocking.

" Calm down I got this" Brittany assured me.

"Come in" She permitted.

A maid walked in. Her eyes widened when she scanned the room.

I have made a huge mess.

"Get two other maids and get my room cleaned up" Brittany instructed her.

She nods.

"I don't want you running your mouth about the state of my room. It should be a secret. No one should hear about it, especially my mom. Tell the others. If this gets out. I will fire you all" She warns vehemently.

The maid nods fretfully.

"Good"

"Why are you here?" Brittany asked.

"Mrs. Pierce ask me to come fetch you." She said.

"Tell my mom Adeline is still practicing the piece she will play for the former governor tonight, and I am helping her get dressed. We will be downstairs soon.

"Okay," The maid bolted out to deliver the excuse to my mother.

"Please don't tell Mom and dad about this. They will get me hospitalized in a psychiatric hospital." I desperately pleaded with her.

My parents threatened me the next time I have another crazy episode they are going to lock me up in a psychiatric hospital for the rest of my life.

"I won't" she smiled sadly at me.

"I promise" she patted my hair.

"Let's get you clean." She helped me back to my feet and lead me to my room.

She prepared a warm bath for me.

I slipped into the bathtub. The touch of the water on my skin makes me flinch. My back was bruised up, inflicted by the broken pieces of glass I laid on in my secret room.

"Have you stopped taking your mood-stabilizing drugs and anti-depressants drugs?" She asked as she washed my bruised back with the soap and the water making me winced in pain.

I shake my head. "I stop taking them a year ago." Those drugs she mentioned were prescribed by my psychiatrist to help me with my mood swings and depression.

"Why? You know those drugs have helped you remain stable and less impulsive over the years." She said in a scolding tone as she gently washes my back.

"I know, but I got tired of taking them. Pumping all that drugs in my system makes me feel sick" I grunts, complaining

I slipped further into the water, as she move to my hair. She said nothing and silently wash my hair.

"You haven't had a dark angry episodes for two years. The last time you did it was triggered by your inability to dance anymore. What triggered this episode? Did I make you angry that's why you decide to destroy my room as you did to my car years ago?" She asked breaking the silence.

A swallowing silence circulated between us.

"No" I lied.

"Then what triggered this dark episode?"

She has been so kind and compassionate to me tonight , I can't just tell her I want her fiancé. I can't tell her she is about to marry the man I have been in love with for two years.

And I can't tell her I hate her for it.

"Harper said something that got me mad. I came in here to change my dress since it's stinking of my vomit. Then I snapped and trash your room." I lied without blinking an eye. I even delusionally believed the lie.

"I am sorry I trash your room" I remorsefully apologize. But deep down I don't regret it. I still harbor resentment against her for stealing William from me.

"it's okay," She says and took my bruised palms and rubbed them with the washcloth to clean the cuts.

when she was done helping me bathe, she helped me out of the bathtub and led me back to bedroom.

She gently wipe my body with a clean towel.

I gritted when she replaced the towel with a cotton dip in antibiotic ointment and started rubbing it on cuts on my body

She applies the same thing on my bruised palms.

She was about to bandage my hands but I stopped her. "No, I will play the violin. It will be a hindrance." I said.

"You sure, you will be able to play with your bruise hands?" She asked with concern.

I stared at my cuts. They hurt but not that bad.

I nod. "Besides bandaging my hand will make mom suspicious."

"You are right," she realized.

I step out of the bathtub and clean myself dry.

"You have to start Psychotherapy again, Adeline" She rubbed the rest of the antibiotic ointment on my bruised back.

I grunt in displeasure.

"I will book you a session with a client who is a psychologist. Please don't ditch it. It's for your own good Adeline," She sounds tired. It is pointless to argue with her. I have already stressed her out tonight.

"Okay, I will see your shrink" I sigh reluctantly agreeing in affirmation.

"Thank you for agreeing to do this. I want you to get better. I hate to see you at your lowest point" She hugged me from behind.

"I hate to be this way too." I patted her arm that was around my shoulders.

"This will look good on you," Brittany said when she went into my closet and fished out another red dress. It was beautiful but not as elegant as the other red dress I wore earlier. But it will still look nice on me.

She laid it on the bed and ventured back into the bathroom.

She came out holding a bottle of pills in her hand. She placed it on the bed.

I frowned when my eyes fell on it.

"I will be back shortly" She strides out.

I was styling my hair when she came back with a glass of water.

She fetches the bottles of pills from my bed and hands them to me with the glass of water. "You need to take the mood-stabilizing drug to help keep you calm. You might flare up in front of the Mom and Dad and our guests."

She is right I might break down again if I see her and William touch intimately.

I will snap again. The mood-stabilizing drugs will help prevent that.

I reluctantly pop the required number of pills prescribed by my shrink into my mouth and gobbled them down with the water.

"I will tell mom you need to rest for a while so you will miss dinner, but you will come downstairs to play the violin later." She patted my shoulders and planted a kiss on my cheeks." I will be back to fetch you. Get relax you till look flustered."

She left and close the door behind her.

I redid my makeup to hide my flustered face.

The drugs worked it has soothed my anxiety but not the ache running through my chest because of William.

An hour later Brittany was back to fetch me. I was dressed up and ready to go downstairs with her.

"Are you ready?" Brittany asked.

I nod staring at my face in the mirror. There was no sign of crazy Adeline. It was sad pathetic Adeline, who got her heart broken again that was staring back at me.

I took in a deep breath. "I am ready"

"Shall we?" she offered me her arm.

I snake my hand around her arm and we walked out of my room.

My parents and the former governor were having a conversation with William when we walked in.

William's eyes sparkled when his gaze landed on us. I know he is not staring at me with that spark etched in his eyes. He is enchantingly staring at Brittany.

I wish for once he could stare at me that way and not like a total stranger.