CHAPTER 03

MARSHA'S POV:-

"Now what do you think? You are also invited. Will you come to the party with me?" He asked me and I sighed. I forced a smile on my face as I knew I had no other way. To be honest, Brian was really not my type. Hell, I never really knew what was my type. But I was sure Brian was not. Not that he was a bad person. He was not. He was kind and very gentle. I had known him ever since I had come back to Ireland. He had been my therapist ever since. But I really did not feel that I could be in a relationship with him. Or if I would date him ever. He was tall and handsome. But still he was not the one for me. But this time, I really did not have any other choices but to accept his proposal. All though it was just a date.

"Okay, I will be there. Just don't come to my apartment to pick me up." I replied and he frowned in confusion. I rolled my eyes because I hated explaining things about myself to the others. "It's personal, okay!!!" I added in an annoyed tone and looked around. Sara was nowhere to be found. And Matt was not leaving. I was not really in mood to talk about that stupid party I was forced to attend. "Or maybe, I will be sick by the time the party will start. After all, who can attend a stupid party when they are puking around." I thought to myself and mentally patted my shoulder as a brilliant idea was in my mind to avoid the party. But I knew I had no choice. I had to finish my work so I would be able to go to that stupid party.

"Okay then. Whatever you like. I will meet you at the party. It's a date. Now I better leave so you can work. See you tonight." He said and I forced a grin on my face. I waved him goodbye as he went away. I sighed in relief as Matt was gone. 

Every girl has a dream to get a dream job then find a super sexy guy. I also had those dreams when I was a kid. I wanted to open a spa. But life, sometimes life takes away everything we have and forces us to live with whatever we have left. Life, it is not fair with everyone. Life is gentle for some but it is a road with thorns for the others. I could relate my life with the second category. As my life has been hard ever since I had turned sixteen. As I could remember, my life was perfect. Until my sixteenth birthday. 

I was not really a person who needed a job for living. My father was one of the top ten business tycoons of Ireland. We had everything. Mansions, cars, money and everything we needed. I was literally living a fairytale life. I even had a pony as my pet. Everything was perfect. My mom, my dad and I, we were a complete and perfect family. That was what I remember about my family. Everything was absolutely fine until my sixteenth birthday. That was when the dark era of our lives began. Our world turned upside down the very day. Or I should say it started taking a dark turn when I turned sixteen. Anyways, I really never expected to live a life I was living.

I could still remember that day. Mom and dad were really happy. I was wearing a princess dress. As I was princess for my dad. Our whole mansion was decorated with balloons and ribbons. My mom had baked the cake for my birthday, like every year. I never liked anyone else's cakes except for my mom's. She put the cake in front of me. I closed my eyes to make a wish. I can not really remember why I had made that wish. But I can remember that wish. I wished that I would stay with my prince forever. Even though I did not remember anything about that Prince. Or maybe, It was one of the illusions I have. I blew the candles and cut the cake. At that very moment, my mother fell on the floor. We took her to the hospital only to find out that she was no more. She had a severe heart attack. She could not bear it and she left us.

After my mother's funeral, me and my father were both devastated. His friend, who was also his business partner, Jackson White advised my dad to take me on a vacation. That it would pull us both out of the depression we both were in. My dad agreed and we went on a vacation for fifteen days. My dad and my mom had a love marriage. And they both were really attached to each other. I was also attached to my parents. Especially with my dad. He meant the world to me. I remembered I really never ate without my dad. For me, he was my hero and my ideal man. I think that's what all daughters think about their fathers. Fathers are really the best men in their daughter's lives.

I could still remember. It was the third day of our vacations when I started having those nightmares. It was a night before Halloween when I had that nightmare for the first time. My father thought that it was because I was feeling my mother's absence. Or maybe, he was protecting me from something. I really never knew. At first they were bearable but it worsened with every night passed. In the end, my dad decided to pack up and go back in just seven days.

Even the plane ride was difficult for me. Everytime I closed my eyes, I saw that girl standing in front of me. I was hell scared with that girl who's name was Sierra. But never in my life I had thought that those seven days were the last seven days I had spent with my father.