Thursday.
I was in my room finishing my draft when I heard my aunt Rita’s shouting and smashing things downstairs. “Heather!! Where are you?” I stopped writing and went downstairs. She’s having another tantrum. I don't like this. “Aunt Rita! Stop!” I shouted when I saw that she’s throwing and breaking the plates and glasses!
“YOU! WHAT DID YOU SAY?!”
“I said stop. You’re breaking everything. You can get hurt!” I moved towards her.
“Don't even try to come near me! You’re a bad luck! If I had not accepted you in this family, I would not be miserable!!! You ruined everything!!! You’re like my dead brother!! Stupid and useless! I should have abandoned you in the street! He promised to — “then she cried and break more things.
She stopped while holding a plate, and she's still crying and cursing. I walked towards her. And when I was about to grab the plate, she slapped me. It shocked me.
“I told you not to come near me, bitch!” Then, she strangled me in the neck using her bare palms. I choked. Her hands were strong.
“A—unt Riiita. Caaant bbreathe.” I tried my best to speak. I struggled to break free from her. Luckily, I could. I fell down. My body feels wobbly. I coughed so hard. And my eyes were watery.
“Why do you despise me so much, aunt Rita?” I started crying.
“Loathe? Ha! I want you dead!”
“Why? I did nothing wrong with you. I am doing everything I can to handle off our family’s debts, and I am trying to create peace with you.”
“Nothing? You’re the reason I am miserable!! Family? You're not my family!! That's the debts of letting you live! YOU should pay for it every cent of it!! Then leave this house AND NEVER COME BACK! Then, I’ll consider if I will make peace with you, bitch.” she glared at me and walked out like nothing has happened.
I cried so much. I want to leave this house so bad. But why do I feel sorry for her?
After I calmed down, I went upstairs and went to the washroom to wash my face. I looked in the mirror and my eyes were swollen. And my neck has bruises. Mark of my aunt’s deep hate of me. I keep on thinking why does she hate me so much to the point she wished me dead. I was about to cry again, but I have to be strong for myself.
I remembered back when I was in college, I noticed that she always has this mood swings. So, I asked her if she needed to go to a clinic with me, so they can recommend her things to calm her down. She cursed and say mean things to me. On that day on, I swore I will never ask her again to come with me to seek help.
After I finished calming myself, I went downstairs and swept and clean the house. Then, I retired to my room, lied down and hugged my pillow.
And I fell into a deep sleep.
The morning breeze was chilly. I got up and close my window. The clouds were dark. I took a 2-day leave on my part-time jobs. I have to finish my draft today and send it within the day. Furthermore, I thought of going to my favorite café to write. For once, I want to treat myself a cup of hot chocolate while I write. I went nonetheless.I wore a black turtleneck sweater to hide the bruise on my neck and some comfy pants. Combed my loose curly long hair and bun it with a ribbon. And I'm done. I checked if my things are complete before I leave the house. Laptop, checked. Notebook, checked. Pencil, checked. Bag, checked. Purse, checked. I'm ready."I haven't seen my aunt since yesterday" I thought.I went outside and it was so chilly outside. Good thing I wore a sweater.Ten minutes later, I am inside my haven. The café looks rustic, and it's perfect for someone like me who needed
His thoughts.I drove somewhere far from the office. Then, I saw this little café that seems quiet. I parked my car and went in the little café called “Coffee Bloom House”. As I entered, I could smell coffee. It smells so wonderful. The place is tiny, but the interior is desirable.“Good morning, sir! “I was greeted by a tall and blonde guy on the cashier.“Hi. One Americano, tall. Thank you.” I looked on his nameplate. He’s called George.“That’s $2.50 sir.”I paid him the exact amount.“Thank you, for paying the exact amount. We’ll be serving your coffee in a moment. Please have a seat.” George smiled.I nodded at him once.While I searched around for a perfect spot, I saw a familiar face. Ah!
We are now at our hospital. She’s still unconscious. Someone knocked on the door. It's Annie. I let her in. Annie is my personal assistant, and she’s working with me for 5 years now. She’s 35 years old. She brought me two pairs of clothes.“Changed in this while I changed her clothes. I also brought you your coat.” She told me. She’s like an older sister to me.“Thanks, Annie.”I went to the washroom and changed clothes. I'm now wearing a white t shirt and grey joggers. And good thing Annie brought my winter cotton coat. I feel warm now.I went and asked for our family doctor who’s on duty and the one who checked on the lady. He’s my Uncle.“Uncle Louis, how's the patient?” I asked.“Hey, Alex. The lady is all safe. Just a minor concussion but nothing's serious. She may experience d
Her thoughts.I opened my eyes. My head is aching. I looked around. This is not my room. Wait, I know I was walking down the pedestrian, then there was a car — ugh, my head hurts.I breathe deeply. And told myself not to panic. You're okay, Heather. Relax.I'm in a gigantic room. Is this a hospital? My clothes are now different. It's kind of big, but warm. No one's here. Checked the time on the digital wall clock. It’s past six o’clock in the evening. I got up, whoa! I felt dizzy. Likewise, I noticed that my right elbow and right knee has plasters. Then, I tried looking for my things, the only that's familiar on that room was my purse on the table. It's wet. I opened the door, and I'm actually at the hospital. I rushed outside until I was out of the hospital. I feel super dizzy. I think I have a fever.I rode a taxicab and told him the flat address of Sophi
I have to go back to the hospital to retrieve my things, especially my laptop. But not today. I still have a commitment to do.Sophia and I were having our breakfast. And she told me again about the plan. This is the first time I had my breakfast without worrying about work. But thinking about sabotaging one's engagement party is insane.“How are you feeling?” She asked.“I'm great.” I lied. I feel feverish.“Okay. Oh! H! Aside from ruining my mother’s plan. I’m super excited to doll you up! I haven't seen you wear a dress. But today I’ll make you look like a princess!” Did I tell you that Sophia has a royal blood? That's how rich she is.“No. I'm good. Just don't mind me.”“You don't trust me?” She’s quite sad.“No! That's what not I meant. I just d
I found him! But I felt unwell and feverish. I unconsciously touched my forehead. Likewise, I staggered a little but found my balance.Alexander moves towards me and tried to help me stand up straight and asked me in his cold but beautiful low voice, “Hey, are you all right? Are you hurt somewhere?” He sounded concerned.“Yes, I'm fine. A little dizzy, but I'm good.” I without a second thought hold his arms for support.“I retract that, I don't feel well. Can you help me sit somewhere? Please.” My face almost touches his chest, but I tried not to. He smells great. Then he scooped me. Like my weight was nothing to him. I stared at him, shocked and puzzled. He sounded worried and annoyed.
“Hey, Sarah! Quick! The devil’s here.”I overheard one of the staff when I walked to my office. And just how superficial human beings are they greeted me with a smile “Good morning, sir.” I continued to walk like I never heard them.Someone knocked on my door. I responded, “Come in.” It’s Annie.“Alexander, your today’s schedule is full.” Told Annie. She’s the only one I permitted calling me by my name in the office. She’s like a sister to me. Likewise, she went on.“That's all for your schedule today. And someone already delivered your red suit in your house. You cannot not go to the party.”
Her thoughts.Two weeks later.The results are in.My palms were sweating. My heart was pounding so hard. I tried to calm myself down.“Breathe, Heather. Breathe.” I told myself.Today is the result if I got in to the next round of the Writer’s Luck competition.I opened my repaired laptop and went to my mail inbox.Five unread emails.Whew. I have to read the mail. No matter what.Then, I saw “The Writer’s Luck” email and opened it.It says,Hi Ms. Russell,Congratulations! You passed the next round of competition.For the next round of event, please click the link below for instructions.HTTP://x
Alexander has been living with me for one month now, and I am still not getting used to it. In some way, we're slowly becoming acquainted with each other. We occasionally conversed, but that was it.There have been a lot of changes happening during my stay with him. I am provided with comfort food and a bed. I have new dresses and bags that can feed millions of people, and a card for my daily expenses. The amount of things was too much, and I urged him to only use them when necessary, but he remained adamant. At the end of the day, he let me be. This time, he allowed me to win. He also mentioned that the preparation for our fake wedding would be finished soon. Our wedding is coming up in a month's time. There was no room for any mistakes in his mind. As far as I'm concerned, I let him do whatever he wants since I'm only pretending to be his fiancée. I continue to write my drafts during my free time, and I am confident that I can finish them before the due date. As I was about to finis
The supper had come to a close and everyone started to leave. I noticed that Sophia was talking to Chad from across the room and took the chance to have a conversation with her. I walked passed the busy maids and approached Sophia. Chad excused himself.“Hey, Sophia..” I started so awkwardly. Sophia gave me cold shoulders and said, “What?” "How are you doing? I haven't had the chance to talk to you for quite some time now. You haven't responded to my messages."“Stop the act Heather.” She passingly said.“What are you talking about?” I was trying to understand our conversation.She leaned forward and whispered to me, "If you're truly my friend, you'll refuse Alex's proposal. He is the person I am engaged to."“Woah! Easy there Sophia. I had no idea what's happening right now. If I remember correctly, you don't want to marry him." I was in a state of confusion and was unable to convey to her that it was just a contract between me and Alexander.Sophia gritted her teeth and whispered,
Dinner was supposed to bring people together. Tonight's dinner was not the typical one I have encountered. I can sense the stabbing eyes and airy energy in my face. Their piercing eyes caused me discomfort. The idea of me being present here was a mistake. I wished to end my contract with Alexander, but it was too late. I wanted to vanish onto my seat and forget about that feeling and forget about the money. A warm hand touched mine. Alexander's tender glance at me gave me a sense of safety. I tried to regain my composure once more and prayed to be alive after this. Jerry shook his head and said, 'Now, now.' My dear children, let's have a good supper with our special guest, Miss Heather, my friend. He looks at me with an apologetic eyes. I understood what he meant and smiled at him. Supper was served and everyone was now eating their food. “Father, I think we need to get to the point of this event. I don't want to waste any more time staying here. Let’s talk about the rudeness of m
The day of the first act has arrived. Alexander planned this day to be smooth. And this morning he hired a stylist for me. His name was Evan. He has a very slender figure and pink, smooth long hair. He has a unique sense of style. And I was relieved that the stylist he hired was nice. The stylist asked me what I want, and I told him that I want a simple and comfortable to wear. Not too fancy. And I also told him that I do not want anything on my hair. I want it loose. Just my normal hair. And he understood it quickly. Evan and his glam team helped me from my dress to my hair. Finally, we settled to a mini black dress. It looks elegant and comfortable to wear. I also remembered that Evan gasped and said, You are gorgeous, honey! Now I know why he chose you. Congratulations on your engagement.”I do not know what he meant about it, but I just said, “Thank you mister Evan for your help. Sorry for the inconvenience.”He s
One week has passed since the signing of our contract and nothing has changed between Alexander and I. He is always giving me the cold shoulder, which I absolutely understand. I tried not to engage with him as much a possible. The less we talk, the less we will argue. I tried to be distant and nonchalant to him to have a peaceful mind and life. During breakfast, I did not expect that Alexander would be at the house and will eat his breakfast. I do not usually see him during the day or throughout the day. So seeing him was somewhat awkward. I went straight to the pantry without greeting him and made myself a hot chocolate. I am not certain if it was all right for me to sit on his opposite direction, but I still did it nonetheless. He did not say anything nor looked at me. He was busy reading something on his laptop. Beside his laptop was his coffee and untouched burrito and French toast soaked with honey. To be honest, I am drooling inside.&nbs
The afternoon light was warm, but Alexander's aura was chilly. We were at the back seat of his car while Grayman drove our way back home. The mood was quiet and unbearable. I glanced to see his face. It appeared that Alexander was not in the mood to talk what happened back in the café.Then he broke our silence without looking at me, “what are you looking at?” he sounded more harsh than usual.“I wasn't.” I lied. I wonder how did he know that I am at the café. Or It was just a coincidence?“I'll talk to you once we get to my house,” the hostility in his voice was too obvious.We get into his house, he told me to wait in the living area. I sat on his couch and waited for him. He came out of his room and was already holding an envelope. When he was close, he threw the envelope on the table and said, “sign it.” Then, he sat in the oppo
The night has passed, and I was unable to sleep properly. Do not get me wrong, the couch were comfortable enough and way better than my bed, it's just hard for me to sleep when thinking many things.I checked my phone, and it's already six in the morning. I have unread mails and unread messages.Furthermore, I have checked my mails first. It says that I have paid my personal loan plus its interest fully. My eyes widened, and my heart was jumping.“Wow” I heard myself muttered this word.The contract is real. I have to be responsible on my decision. I have to be serious on this contract or else, be imprisoned for breaching the contract.Then, I received an e-mail from the Writer's Luck that says,Dear Miss Russell,This is just an additional instruction from the previous mail we have sent you. Pleas
We arrived at Alexander's house. Ray has access and left me inside. He did not give me any instructions.I stood and stare at the bachelor's pad. This was my second time crashing here, the only difference was this house will be my temporary crib for our ridiculous contract.So, what should I do? I should call Sophia. Should I or should I not? I turned on my cellphone and I got twenty missed calls from unknown numbers. This is a nightmare.But surprisingly, I saw the name of my Aunt Rita. Four missed calls from her. This is new. Is there an emergency? I immediately called her, and she answered it with a cheerful tone. “Oh! Heather! You sly fox. Why did you not tell me that you have a rich guy? He also mentioned that he paid our debts.” I do not know how to respond to that. Then she added, “I really do not get it how did you manage to catch a rich and handsome guy, but I must say you did a good job
Fuming inside. That's how I describe my emotions now towards this egotistical man and myself. Yes, me. I hate the fact that he was overbearing just because he has a lot of money and POWER. And I resent myself for agreeing to this contract. But the sad and bitter truth is that I really needed this opportunity to gain my goal faster than doing several part-time jobs. Similarly to how the saying goes, “Games are all about taking risks.” The moment I agreed on with the contract was already a risk. All I have to do is play along until the end to win. To be free. I thought. So, I composed myself and my thoughts and words. And replied, “All right.” Alexander smirked and we were silent again.A knock on the door interrupted the silence between us. “Come in”. Alexander with his usual cold tone. “Sir, we have to get out of the hospital, reporters were already at the entrance.” A broad shouldered man in a