Chapter Two

Chapter Two.

Allysa's POV.

As I walked past the long hallway, I saw the board of directors coming out from another room, and with them my stepmother. Everyone stopped and looked at me, I didn’t give them a chance to look at me with pity as I stopped and glared at them.

My stepmother was alarmed and tried to smile lovingly. “Dear, what happened to you? Are you crying? Having a bad day?”

My anger almost burst out from the pent-up hatred, I suddenly had the urge to grab her black hair and pulled it.

But instead, I smirk at her and everyone. “Nice try joking mother, very funny to the point I have almost forgotten to myself from slapping your stupid face. And I doubt you will ever see me cry, maybe at your funeral I will.” I answered sharply and didn’t bother to analyze their surprised faces.

I went straight to the elevator and pressed the button. Thankfully, it opened very quickly and no one was inside. I went in and turned around to see their faces painted with disbelief, confusion, and shock.

My stepmother looked at me with anger for the humiliation I brought her, I saw her glare until the door of the elevator closed.

It was then when the silence enveloped the four corners that I realized how much my heart was aching. It felt like my heart shattered into a million pieces, how my father chose to believe my step-sister rather than asking me for the truth, on how he chose her rather than his real daughter. I didn’t realize how hard I was clenching my fist that it started to feel stingy.

I wished mom was here, I wished I could turn back time 10 years ago when mom was still alive. Where the time I have my father’s unconditional love and care.

It seems that the world must have hated me. I don't even recall what the hell I did wrong to deserve this. 

Reaching the ground floor, I didn't bother to look at everyone and stormed out of the building.

Walking fast I got into the parking lot and grabbed my keys from my bag. I grabbed the handle and opened it harshly.

Closing the door shut, I leaned in back and stared blankly at the front. I didn't notice that my eyes were starting to get blurry, and soon tears started to stream down. 

I didn't know why, and I don't understand. Where the hell did my life start going down? I cannot accept something like this!

I hate my father! I hate him for doing this to me. I hate my mother for leaving me too early, I hate my stepmom and stepsister for all the schemes and for taking my beloved father away from me.

I didn't realize that I was crying hard, punching the steering wheel in front of me. I am mad, I want to ferociously break everything in my sight. 

It didn't take a minute before I gradually calmed myself down. Inserting the key and twisting it, the car's engine roared loudly. 

I only have one thing on my mind right now. I want to relax, let loose and have a quiet place to think. My next plan is to prove those accusations of my father to me, the truth. Let's see how he likes that. Without realizing it, I had already clenched my hanging fists on the steering as my breathing grew deeper.

I soon forced myself to extricate from the sudden emotions that emerged within me. I turned my attention to something else, in front of me was a tall building and at the top of that, there was a name laid upon it.

HCC - Hall's Corporate and Company.

I clench my teeth as I glare at it. I will not just leave like that, I will never let anyone have what rightfully belongs to me. I will have that company whether by communication or force. I saw my eyes in the front view mirror, it was glazed yet burning.

Turning the steering wheels, I left the parking lot with a heavy yet burning heart.

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Calming down, I wiped my tears and set my head straight. Trying to clear my head and pad my way.

Ironically, I did say I wanted to go to a quiet place that would give me a breather and peace of mind. But remembering that I was still living in the mansion and didn't know any other places to crash. I was stumped by the idea of staying at home. I would rather kill myself than stay any minute breathing the same air as them.

Because of my pettiness and bitter attitude, I have no other place to go. I just realized that when I was just a street away from entering our subdivision, therefore, I could only turn my car and find a place.

While I was driving, my body was on autopilot. I don't even know where the heck I am, I just continue driving until my vision gazes upon this strange logo and name.

The logo was shaped into an eye without a pupil or lashes, and it is called Seraphim.

Why did I think it was weird? Well, seraphim mean angel right? So why is the logo something like that? I cannot connect the word angel or any symbolism in that logo.

I just shrug my shoulders and turn my car towards the establishment. I don't need reasoning today, I just need a quiet place to stay all night.

This establishment is a bar. It was placed below the word "seraphim" and I'm very grateful for it.

I can just drink away my sorrow for now. After parking my car, I opened the door and walked out. Sun kissed my skin and blouse, and I was stumped when I looked at my attire.

It's my office outfit! A white long sleeve blouse and a pencil skirt. My face was filled with horror and I got a glimpse of my wristwatch.

It's three in the afternoon!

It was then I realized that it is not even nighttime, and most bars wouldn't be open around this time!

I stopped walking and was about to turn around when I suddenly got hit by a wall.