Chapter 4

I hid my face on his chest as I was ashamed. I clenched my fist in anger. This all happened because of me, how I wish I could turn back time.

"Damn this. What am I going to do? I don't want my Dad to make a scene here!" I cursed repeatedly.

Suddenly, Mr. Sleepyhead moved farther from me so I pushed myself closer to his chest. I lost all my confidence and I am digging my well. I should swallow this insult and forget everything after this.

"Please, don't move. I don't want to be killed by Dad," I told him in a faint voice.

"Hello, Mr. Brandon. Sunshine is not here. You are kind of wasting your time, she just left," I heard Aime speak.

Thank God, she defended me. I am so grateful for having a friend like her even though we fight all the time.

"Yes, Mr. Brandon. I saw with my eyes. She ran away while saying this to us, "I'm going home, ma' bitches!" Samantha said it aloud.

The clubbers were confused at her while Mr. Sleepyhead chuckled. I looked up above me to see his facade. There was still this hot smile hanging on his lips. He looked hotter with that smile. As I stared at his face, he suddenly landed his eyes on mine. I felt a sudden jolt of excitement while we were staring at each other. I immediately moved away from him.

"You!" I heard Dad shout.

I turned around nervously. I saw anger in Dad's eyes. My hands began to tremble. I grabbed his hand and held it tightly. Dad was walking, bounding towards me. His bodyguard was behind him, and he was holding a cane.

"No, no. I don't want to die yet," I mumbled to myself.

"What did you say, Miss?" I heard him ask me, but I didn't pay attention to it.

As soon as my Dad arrived in front, his right hand began to move, bounding to my left cheek. This is it, he is going to slap me. I closed my eyes, ready to feel the agony. Nothing is more painful than emotional pain. Fine, I accept my defeat and I have already died from embarrassment. It's time to accept, Dad loves his mistress more than us.

"Excuse me, Mr. Brandon. It would be bad for your image, so I suggest you not to do anything scandalous. There are a lot of people watching, you can discipline her at home," I heard his voice again. His hoarse and cold voice that could send icy daggers, if his voice could kill.

"Oh…hahaha. My bad, Mr. Kyle. I am so sorry," my Dad said nervously. Did he apologize to him? Dad had never asked for forgiveness before. How could Mr. Sleepyhead tame a scary man like my Dad?

I slowly opened my eyes. My Dad was fuming mad as he glared at me. His hand was being held tightly by this man behind me.

"D-Dad," I spoke anxiously.

I know how scary he is and I should expect a whip once we get home. Dad took his hand and forced a smile on his lips; yes, it was a fake smile. I am sure Dad doesn't like Mr. Sleepyhead.

"Let's go, my daughter. You don't deserve to be here."

Dad grabbed my hand and dragged me with him. And because of that, Mr. Sleepyhead was with us. I didn't want to tell Dad about him. I don't want to make him angrier.

"I can't believe you humiliated our family. What if this will interest the media? What will you do about it?! We didn't raise you like this but look at you now. Your Mom will be sad!" Dad kept on nagging me until we were outside the police station.

"Oh, is that Kyle, Mom?" I heard someone behind us.

Dad pulled me again like I am nothing to him.

"D-Dad, it hurts." 

However, he didn't listen to me. The pain coming from the handcuffs was unbearable. I think I was bleeding.

"Mr. Brandon, your daughter is in pain. Stop for a moment," I heard him talk again.

Why didn't he act first before we were dragged down? This man is stupid.

"And who are you to tell me that?!" Dad shouted as he released my hand and turned around.

He was shocked to see Mr. Sleepyhead.

"Mr. Kyle, why are you here?" Dad asked. He looks paler than before. I wonder what he saw.

"Mr. Morgen and Mrs. Santos, it's been a long time," Dad added.

He pinched my arm, signaling something I didn't even understand. I did what he told me and forced myself to face who the hell Morgen and Miya were. A couple in their mid-40's was revealed in front of me. Beside them were three handsome men. They were identical to each other. They must be brothers. The couple smiled at us and so did the triplets. The woman named Miya grabbed her phone and took a picture of us.

"They look good in this picture, hon. Our son is an adult now, he finally found the woman of his life," Mrs. Miya uttered in joy.

"Mom, it's not like that. We were arrested. I just happen to know this girl from the club and I would never date a woman like her. Look how ugly she is," he said.

"Shhh, stop embarrassing our family. That's Mr. Miller, you should be more respectful to our daughter-in-law," Mr. Morgen spoke.

I was speechless, I couldn't utter any words. This is his family, I see.

"Kim, release them," Mrs. Morgen said.

One of the triplets wearing a royal blue jacket, walked closer to us. He held the shackle and was able to release us quickly.

"I am the master of lock picking," Kim spoke while he winked at me. I winked at him in return.

"Don't wink with anyone you don't even know. That's the reason why you almost died!" Mr. Sleepyhead exclaimed.

I stared at him as I could feel my ears in pain. How dare he shout at me!

"Did you just yelled at me?! I hate you so much. I hope I will never ever see you again, Mr, Kyle Zandrous Santos!" I acted bitchy after it.

I don't deserve to be shouted at by a stranger.

And who was he to tell me what I needed to do? That's the reason why I hate him so much!

"Let's go, Dad. I don't want to see his ugly face anymore!"

I went inside our car and waited for my Dad. I heard him asking for forgiveness, but I didn't give a damn thing. I hate him so much. I repeat, I hate him so much.