Roman arrived at her door and the urge to open it without knocking washed over him, but he suppressed it and knocked first.
"Go away. I don’t want to eat, I don’t want to talk to anybody. Just leave alone, please." Tessy’s voice reached him from inside the room, and the hurt in her voice broke his heart.
Hearing her words, he tried to push the door open from the outside, but that proved abortive. She did lock the door from the inside.
"Open the door, Tessy. I’m not here to feed you. I just want to help." Roman spoke after letting out a frustrated sigh.
"I don’t need your help. I’m fine." Tessy sniffed, keeping her gaze on the door but not making any effort to go toward it. Her mind was still reeling from what happened to her earlier.
"You just reacted very strongly to that device downstairs. It indicates that there is a serious problem. If you don’t get help now, you will go crazy in a short while. Do you want to end up in a ho for the ntally unstable?" Roman asked, choosing to go another route to get her to open the door.
Inside of him he laughed at himself. How was he even coming up with all these silly thods just to pacify soone? Where was he getting the patience from? If it were to be another person in that room, he would just break the door down to get access, and have it replaced the next day.
But here he was, thinking up different thods to get a frail being to open a door in his house. Unbelievable.
Panic hit Tessy when she heard she would go crazy. She wouldn’t have believed it, but how was she to explain all the strange things that had been happening to her recently?
Without thinking further, she moved to open the door and let Roman in. With questions swirling in her eyes, she moved to sit on the bed.
"You’re stubborn." Roman uttered, shaking his head as he observed her. "I wonder why you didn’t display this part of you when you were still with your ex." He added, slowly moving toward the bed where she was seated.
"If you’re here to talk about my ex, you can as well leave." Tessy deepened her frown, her voice filled with venom, but she made no real effort to send him away.
At her words, Roman chuckled, his shoulders vibrating slightly. "See what I an? If you had been this stubborn to him, you wouldn’t have suffered as much as you did. I wonder why I’m the one on the receiving end of this recent developnt." He sat down on the bed, next to her, looking straight into her eyes. "Not that I mind though. I love that fire in your eyes and wish to see it everyday, without the hate."
Tessy rolled her eyes internally. He was a sweet talker and she wasn’t ready for sweet talks at that mont. Not when she had other important matters bothering her.
"You said I would go crazy after a short while. Did you an that? Is it true?" She probed, searching his srizing eyes for answers or a hint of deceit.
Roman wanted to laugh, but he held it back. "Of course it’s true." He answered with a serious expression despite knowing what he was saying was only half truth.
She wouldn’t go crazy literally, but she didn’t know what she was, so telling her she was a witch was out of the question. She would never believe it. So he decided to twist the situation to his advantage.
"That device you just reacted to was designed to find people with special conditions. Those who react to it the way you did surely have these conditions and the reaction could drive them into insanity if they don’t get help soon. That’s why I’m here to help you. My wife cannot go insane." He explained and Tessy beca even more agitated.
"What are these conditions?" She asked.
"I’ll find out only if you give the right answers to my questions." Roman revealed in a serious tone.
"What questions?" Tessy probed, narrowing her eyes in suspicion. She didn’t know if she could trust him with certain information at her disposal.
"First, have you ever wondered why you don’t look like either your mother or your father?"
Tessy frowned. What has that got to do with the condition he talked about?
"I want answers only, not questions. I’m heading sowhere, so don’t question the thod of diagnosis." Roman uttered, knowing from her reaction, exactly what would co out of her next.
"I’ve never questioned it." Tessy answered after letting out a long breath.
"Really? Not even once? I don’t believe you’re that dumb to not have noticed it." Roman spoke in disbelief.
Tessy glared at him and a small smile graced his features. "I never said I didn’t notice it. I just didn’t question it. Even if I did question it, I wouldn’t have received a response so what is the use? Moreover, there is no law that said a child must look like the parents. The child could take after their aunt’s, uncles, or grandparents." Tessy lectured him, and he nodded his head like a good student following all she was saying.
"Have you t any of your parents relatives?" Roman threw another question, one that made Tessy think deeply.
"From my father’s side, yes. From my mother’s side, I’m not sure," she answered, putting on a thoughtful look.
"Is anyone of them blonde with green eyes?"
"Nope. They have brown or black hair. Why are you even asking this?" She suddenly asked, surprised she had even talked about her family so freely with him up till that point.
"I already said I was heading sowhere. Flow with ," he said, giving her no response to her question. "Have you t anybody at all who looks like you? A man? Probably your mother’s friend or visitor?"
Tessy went quiet for a while before she finally shook her head. Since she beca old enough to rember things, her mother had never had any friend or acquaintances co over to the house.
But then she suddenly rembered sothing that made her frown. "The only place I’ve ever t a man who looked eerily familiar and just like is in my dreams." She confessed, and Roman’s eyes narrowed dangerously.
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