Chapter 11

Chapter 11

“He's drunk again?” Marie asked as we both helped each other until we brought Elijah to his room. I didn't know that he was this heavy. Damn it.

“The bar called me,” I replied.

I had to breathe deeply as soon as we were able to throw him on the bed.

“What do we do?” I glanced at her and she's worried again. Marie looks younger than me. I somehow wonder how she ended up working as a maid here.

“You should go back to sleep. I'll take care of him,” I said when I noticed that she was already in her pajamas.

“Are you sure, Ms. Faith?” I nodded as my response before she left us alone there. She was still kinda hesitant to leave me alone with Elijah who's drunk.

I started to remove his shoes and socks and made sure that he would be comfortable on the bed. I never saw Elijah this miserable not until my sister passed away. I swear, Elijah was the most gentleman I've known in my entire life. However, that Elijah is gone now. It remains as a shadow of the past.

I heaved another sigh as I took a step to leave.

“Freya,” he called. My eyes landed on his hand that held mine when I was about to leave.

“Don't leave me, Freya.”

Hearing him calling my dead sister shatters me. It crumbles me so damn much. If there is someone who witnessed his love for Freya, it would be me. I was there. I witnessed how Elijah smiled at my sister differently from how he smiled towards us. I saw how different his glances were to my sister; it was filled with mirth and love that will not be wavered.

“Please, c-come back, Freya.”

Another tear escaped my eye. With the strength left in me for this day, I removed his hand on me, eyed him for a few seconds, before I marched out of the room. I headed straight to my room and faced the ceiling again. If the ceiling only lives as a human, it would probably be sick of watching me cry.

The next morning, I woke up not feeling good. I coughed as soon as I sat on my bed while my entire body felt so heavy. I barely made it to dress up for work beyond what I feel. It seems like I'm gonna be sick.

“Ms. Faith picked you up from the bar,” it was probably the wrong timing when I came straight to the dining hall. I just heard what Marie said as I found my husband having breakfast.

I was the one who broke our gazes together.

“Where are you going, Ms. Faith? You should eat first,” Marie uttered, which made me stop from leaving.

I wanted to pinch her for being dense. I was trying to adjust and just avoid Elijah's presence and yet she did this.

“I'm fine,” I replied shortly. I could feel Elijah's eyes watching me.

“You don't look fine,” her brows crossed while examining me.

“It's a headache,” I reasoned out. It was true though. My head is aching while my entire body is just being forced by me to move instead of resting.

“You're too pale,” it made her even more anxious. I should have worn makeup today.

“I'm always pale,” I replied. “I have to go.” I added and quickly turned my back from them. It's better to just avoid him while I try to bear with everything and survive this kind of life I have now.

This time, I went to the shop of my own clothing brand as well instead of going to the company.

“Lily,” I said when I saw her there, scrolling on her iPad. I wasn't expecting to see her after we had an argument last time.

“You're here,” she put down her iPad and now glanced from behind.

I looked where she was looking and I found Lucas from a bit far from us, checking the clothes I designed and displayed in my shop now. My brows arched after seeing him.

“I thought he won't see me again,” I chuckled and shook my head.

“He eats his words, you know him. Do you really think he can abandon you?” Lily shook her head, too.

“Why are you here?” I now asked.

“It's Lucas. His conscience is killing him,” she just rolled her eyes.

“You're backstabbing me again,” Lucas said when he went towards us.

“I'm telling the truth. You're the one who pulled me here,” knowing Lily, she doesn't give a fuck if she's being nosy. What she says is always true.

“Well, you're still my friend.” Lucas said, still having a bit of his pride.

Oh, this jerk. He just can't leave me alone.

“How are you?” He now asked as he glanced at me.

“I know that you love me,” I teased him instead of answering that. I would be fooling myself if I tell him that I'm fine again.

“Tsk. I'll just wait until you forget that jerk. For now, you owe me a meal. Right, Lily?” I quickly chuckled to him. A meal would make it up all for him.

“Why not?”

“You know what, you're damn rich with all your films and yet you can't afford to buy yourself a meal.” His lips parted and eyed me unbelievably with Lily's attitude.

“Is it your red days? She has been vexing to me,” I couldn't help but to shake my head because of the two of them. Even just for a while, I was able to forget everything.

“Shut up,” Lily uttered.

“Are you okay, Faith? You look pale,” Lucas noticed.

“I always look pale,” I said and chuckled.

“No, you don't really look well right now. Are you sick?” Now, his attention came back to me again. If I tell them that I feel sick, they will both lecture me endlessly.

“I'm not, don't worry about me.”

“Tsk. I wonder when was the last time you ate,” Lily muttered and shook her head once again.

As much as I can remember, the last meal I had was yesterday afternoon. After that, I didn't eat anymore.

“You can even smile?”

We all stopped as we heard that voice.

“Aunt,” Lucas called in his serious tone. My smile vanished when I saw my parents who were probably just passing by and saw us.

“Mom, Dad.” I called as I stood up.

“How dare you smile after what you did to your sister?” My mother asked.

It's been a while since I last saw them and here they are, attacking me once again with the same thing that they have been accusing me of.

“Mom, please don't make a scene here.” I mumbled and strolled my eyes to the customers.

Her eyes remained as sharp as before. She still looks at me like I am a killer while my father couldn't even face me as if he despised me so much.

“Why? You're ashamed of yourself? Well, you should be! You killed yo—”

“With all due my respect, let's not do it here.” Lucas said and blocked me from them. I looked down, I can't eye them anymore. My hands are trembling already.

“Why do you always protect her, huh? Freya was also your friend, Lucas!”

“And she is also your daughter, Mam.” Lucas pinned it out once again.

Tears are already playing in the corner of my eyes. I chose not to look at them anymore as I know that I will melt down at any moment.

“She's not our daughter anymore,” my father said. This time, I looked at them.

My father was now looking at me, wearing his blank eyes where I see no love for me.

“We disowned her the moment we made her marry Elijah,” he added.

Those words are like knives. It made my heart bleed in one snap. They didn't kill me, but I feel like they did.

“Let's go, hon.” My father said and pulled my mother away from my shop.

“Faith!” Lily exclaimed. I felt Lucas' hands catch me immediately when I almost lose my balance.

I don't know if it's because I don't feel well or because hearing those words made me lose my allotted strength for today.

“Are you okay?” Lucas quickly helped me to sit back.

“Don't mind them, Faith.” Lily said and held my hand.

“I-I’m fine,” I replied, lying to all of us.

Lily and Lucas left when they assured me that I was already fine. But the truth is, I was just acting up, pretending to be fine in front of them. When it's already 8 pm, I decided to go home as well.

I can't bear it anymore. I'm starting to get dizzy and I now feel really sick. I would probably pass out if I work more and force myself beyond my condition.

“Ms. Faith, are you sure you're okay?” Marie asked as soon as I came back home. I glanced at the car parked there. I'm sure that it was not Elijah's car.

“Did he do it again?” I asked with my weakest voice. I blinked twice, trying to clear my sight.

My eyes are starting to get blurry.

“He did,” she looked down, feeling bad for me again.

I only nodded and went in, feigning ignorance to whatever I would witness inside. Elijah brought another woman again, but it doesn't surprise me anymore.

“I'll see you next time,” I stopped for a moment as the woman who's wearing a very short dress that almost showed her entire body walked passed through me. She even smiled at me as if she was telling me that ‘you are just his wife’ and I should not care if my husband cheats on me.

“Should I come with you until you reach your room? You really don't look fine,” Mariel said beside me.

I shut my eyes firmly and even shook my head.

“N-No, I'm fine.”

Being so stubborn when I knew that I wasn't fine anymore, I was able to take a few steps, trying to stay conscious until I reached my room. Elijah was there, staring at me, but I was too unwell to even care.

Our eyes crossed for a moment as I passed through him.

“Ms. Faith!”

I didn't make it to my room anymore. The last thing I knew, Elijah was carrying me in a hurry.

Everything just went black.

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