Chapter 90: Question
After a short while, Denzel finally arrived at Sophia’s door.
Stopping in front of it, he stared at the wooden surface for a brief moment before raising his hand.
Knock. Knock.
The sound echoed softly through the quiet hallway.
Letting out a slow sigh, Denzel stepped back and waited.
A few seconds passed, but no response came, only silence.
Denzel sighed again, shaking his head.
’How the hell did I get so careless that something like this slipped out?’
The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became.
Clicking his tongue, he stepped forward and knocked again.
Knock. Knock.
"Sophia," he called out.
"Sophia, I know you’re in there. Open up. I want to talk to you."
His voice carried clearly through the door. Yet once again, nothing answered him.
’What the hell is up with this bitch? She should open up already.’
His jaw tightened slightly.
’I know it must’ve been pretty fucking traumatizing to see me suckling on our mother’s titties...But that doesn’t mean I’m going to stand here and spend the rest of my night begging her.’
His irritation continued to rise. Yet despite the growing frustration in his head, his voice remained surprisingly calm when he knocked again.
"Sophia come on. Just open up and let’s talk."
He stepped back once more and placed both hands on his waist.
Then he waited, but still, there was nothing.
Denzel’s eyebrow twitched.
"Fucking hell."
He exhaled sharply.
"You know what? Fuck it."
Without waiting any longer, he reached for the doorknob.
Twisting it, he pushed the door open.
"Sophia, I just need you to calm down and let me—!"
The words instantly died in his throat.
His eyes swept across the room.
The bed was messy. The blankets were rumpled and twisted.
It looked as though someone had been lying there not too long ago.
But as his gaze moved around the room, scanning every corner, one thing became painfully obvious.
Sophia wasn’t there.
Immediately, he turned toward the far side of the room.
The window.
It was wide open.
For a moment, Denzel simply stared.
Then a long sigh escaped his mouth.
"No."
His expression darkened.
"Oh no."
He immediately walked toward the window and looked outside.
His eyes swept across the street below, but there was no sign of Sophia anywhere.
’Did she fucking run away?’
The thought hit him immediately.
’How childish.’
His fingers tightened against the window frame.
’How the fuck could she...?’
Then he stopped himself.
’No. Why the fuck would she even do that?’
A curse slipped under his breath.
He grunted in frustration.
This wasn’t good.
Not good at all.
In fact, this could become a massive problem.
’If I tell Maria that Sophia ran away, she’ll panic immediately.’
His expression became serious.
’The entire house will turn into chaos. First things first. I need to keep this household under control.’
Denzel rubbed his forehead.
His headache was already starting.
’I need to be especially sure of that.’
For several moments, he simply stood there.
Thinking.
Planning.
’What do I do now? Do I go after her?’
His eyes narrowed.
’How the hell didn’t Maria notice Sophia sneaking out?’
He clicked his tongue.
’Ah, fucking hell. Who knows how long she’s been out? She could be literally anywhere at this point.’
That thought alone was enough to make his irritation spike again.
Eventually, Denzel let out a long breath.
There was no point standing around.
Turning around, he stepped out of the room.
Carefully, he pulled the door shut behind him.
He didn’t want it to seem as though anyone had entered Sophia’s room.
At least not yet.
The last thing he needed was Maria getting suspicious.
Once the door clicked shut, Denzel took a deep breath.
Slowly, he forced the worry from his face. And so, his expression returned to normal.
’Be cool, Denzel.’
He rolled his shoulders.
’Just be cool.’
With that, he turned around and began walking back toward the kitchen.
His footsteps echoed softly through the silent house.
A short while later, he arrived.
Maria was still seated at the dining table exactly where he had left her.
The moment she noticed him approaching, she lifted her head.
"Oh, Denzel," she said softly.
There was hope in her voice.
Hope that things had somehow gone well.
Her eyes searched his face for answers.
"How is she?"
She paused.
"Did she let you in?"
Denzel immediately straightened himself.
Doing his best to appear calm, he forced a relaxed, reassuring smile onto his face.
"Nope..." he began, his voice gentle.
"I think she just needs a little more time to herself."
He shrugged lightly.
"But she’ll come around."
Maria let out a soft sigh.
Slowly, she shook her head.
"Come around?"
There was obvious doubt in her eyes.
Her fingers tightened together on her lap.
"Denzel..." she said quietly. "What kind of coming around is there after what she just saw?"
The question hung heavily in the air.
Before she could continue, Denzel immediately cut her off.
"She will come around."
Maria fell silent as Denzel stepped closer.
"You should get some rest. As much rest as you can. Don’t worry. I’ll handle this."
Maria studied his face for a few moments but said nothing.
Seeing the conversation heading somewhere he didn’t want it to go, Denzel quickly shifted the topic.
"So"
He rubbed the back of his neck.
"The next thing we need to worry about is what we’re going to have for dinner."
Maria blinked.
For a moment, she seemed caught off guard by the sudden change.
Then she quietly replied,
"You know she didn’t even have breakfast."
The words made Denzel’s jaw tighten.
He lightly slapped his hand against the table.
"Just let me handle this shit, would you?"
The sudden firmness in his voice caused Maria to blink in surprise.
Realizing how harsh he sounded, Denzel immediately exhaled.
His expression softened once again.
"I told you. Just let me worry about it."
As he spoke, he reached forward and gently lifted her chin.
His thumb brushed lightly against her skin.
"You don’t need to worry, Mum. Alright?"
Maria remained silent for several long seconds.
Her eyes drifted away from him.
She looked toward the floor.
Then toward the wall.
Eventually, she looked back at him.
"Alright."
***
The evening dragged on.
After Denzel and Maria managed to throw together something to eat, Maria eventually found herself standing outside Sophia’s room once more.
She knocked, called out and waited.
But no matter what she did, there was still no response.
Eventually, Maria could do nothing more.
There was no point standing there forever.
After saying goodnight to Denzel, she finally returned to her room and decided to call it a day.
The worry hadn’t disappeared.
Sitting heavily in her chest.
But what more could she do?
The moment her bedroom door shut behind her, Denzel, who had been quietly watching from a distance, felt his calm expression vanish instantly.
’Okay.She’s in her room. This is my chance.’
Without hesitation, he turned toward the front door.
’I need to get out there and figure out exactly where Sophia is before something happens to her.’
His jaw clenched.
The more he thought about the situation, the more irritated he became.
’I swear, when I find that girl and all of this is over I’m going to make that fat ass of hers pay.’
With that thought lingering in his mind, Denzel strode toward the front door.
He grabbed the handle and pulled the door open.
Then froze.
His eyes widened slightly.
Standing directly on the other side of the door was Sophia.
She was right there.
As though she had been standing there the entire time.
Her eyes locked onto his.
And they were burning with pure hatred and resentment.
For a brief moment, neither of them moved.
The air between them felt strangely heavy.
Denzel blinked.
"Sophia?"
There was genuine confusion in his voice.
"You’re home? I thought you were—!"
"Why?"
The single word cut him off instantly.
Sophia’s voice was sharp and audibly cold.
"Why?"
Sophia took a step forward.
Her fists clenching tightly to her dress.
Then the question finally came out.
The question that had clearly been tormenting her ever since she’d seen it.
"Why were you sucking on our mother’s breast? Are you...an incest freak?"
