#Chapter 42 (Deonna) – A Cold Reality

Marlon couldn’t know what I just found out; I didn’t want him to know that I was on to him and that I knew about my parent’s death. He had just confessed to me his feelings towards me and then I find out he’s been keeping this secret from me. How long has he known about this? I felt sick just thinking about it. If I had to guess, I would say he knew about this from day one; the moment I stepped onto the Roessler grounds he probably knew about it. He didn’t think to tell me; I get that I was nothing more than a dirtball slave to him, but he didn’t think I had the right to know about my own parent’s death? Who am I kidding? Of course, I didn’t have the right to know about their deaths. I was a slave. I wasn’t anything more than that; except now I was a slave with a child. Marlon’s child. He lied to me. Everything that comes out of his mouth was a lie. Did he really expect me to believe that he had feelings for me? He was known to be one of the racist men in the country