Three months ago.
"Dad!" I yell running after him with one pair of my slipper, wavy blonde hair tied in ponytail and my bathrobe on.
"Get out of my way." I shove aside the maidservant that I bump into while descending the giant stairs, she was carrying breakfast up to my room.
She yelps as the tray falls off and lands on the stairs, leaving crashing sounds behind as the glasses breaks spilling my coffee, cream and toast.
She slides on the steps and reaches over to hold unto me for support, but I snare at her and shove her more, that she recoils steps backwards from the stairs, and lands her ass on the floor with a loud thud, and groans in pain at the impact.
I care less, Dad's on his way to the airport.
He's this early because he doesn't want to miss his flight to Houston Texas where his Seven Star Luxury hotel had a fire out break."Dad!" I call searching for him, I catch the body guards outside throwing swift weird glances at my direction. And when I look over at them, ready to snap at them, they stare straight ahead of them.
Assholes. I mutter then unknowingly bump into someone.
"You mother fucking piece of shit." I hiss and when I look over at the person, it's Dad."Language Katherine." He warns steadying me to my feet.
He's dress in a charcoal black suit and looks older than his fifty something years. He works so hard and is rarely at home. Always traveling round the world.
"Who's Doris McKenzie?"
Dad has a small smile playing on his lips at the mention of the name.
"I found this inside your room."
I slip the photo of him and her into his hand. She and Dad where laughing and the background of the picture looked like it was taken at Flamingo restaurant here in New York."Katherine Jones, how many times have I warned you to quit sneaking into my room?" Dad's blue eyes twinkle with amusement as he stares down at me.
"Don't try to switch the conversation, who the hell is she?"
"She's going to be your mother." He pushes the photo back into my hand
"What!"
"See you in five days Katherine, I love you." He kisses the stun me on my cheek and climbs into his Jeep that is being hold open by one of his body guards.
I stand there, with my mouth agape as I stare at the retrieving figure of Dad's car out of the garage, followed by his convoy.
My brain stop processing and all it properly align is the word 'Mother'
Mother.
Dad is going to get a wife.
That bitch on the photo is going to be my mother. Holy fuck!
I throw the photo on the flattene grass area where I'm standing, and trample heavily on it repeatedly. Dad's in the picture too, but I don't give a fuck.
I keep on stomping and the stupid dog that Mr Pablo, our watchman is holding lets out loud aggressive barks at me
"Fuuuuuuuck! I let out the strident that has built itself inside my throat and transports itself to my mouth.
Villains feel they're right too, that's why they do what they feel they want regardless of hurting people by the way. Before you judge a villain, try seeing things from their own perspective.- From the diary of Katherine Amelia Jones.Present.THE COURTYARD NEXT TO the garden is being set up for the wedding ceremony as I take the binds off my window and watch hundreds of workers carry about their assigned duties.The wedding is getting started at 2pm and I have this egg shell dress to put on. Something I won't dare to put on.I'm not even sure I'd attend this goddamn shit of a wedding. I'm still mad at Dad and I hate the slut Doris Mackenzie who's got five dogs she calls children, whom I refused to meet with.
For me there's no difference between dislike and hate, cause when I hate you, I dislike you. And when I dislike you, I hate you. That's why I dislike you from the start to hate you, and hate you to dislike you.- From the diaryof Katherine Amelia Jones.-"SO HONEY, we'd be going to Bora Bora to spend our two weeks honey moon." Dad says as we sit for dinner the next day evening."Honey moon? Bora Bora?" I ask in shock because I was dumb enough to forget Dad would've to go on a honey moon after his marriage.And I hear snorts and chuckles from the Mackenzie siblings.Yeah, they're right here in my Dad's house, sitting on our goddamn dinning and eating our food, with their slut of a mother Doris, whose hands remains on Dad's arm all the time. She and the Mckenzie siblings had their stuffs moved into our house r
People don't change, they just mask up their bad habits and careless lifestyle with innocent and charming looks, feigning trustworthiness in order to hurt foolish people who're stupid enough to fall victims for their lies and deceits.- From the diaryof Katherine Amelia Jones-LATER TODAY, I came to know all the names of the Mckenzie siblings.The redhead is Sam.Curly hair boy is Evans.Dirty blonde hair boy is Max.Salt pepper hair, of course I know her stupid name is Sarah.And the black hair girl, Miranda.I had searched them on Facebook.The eldest of them are Max and Miranda who're twins. They're both Eighteen.Followed by Evans who's Seventeen. Then Sarah who's Sixteen too.And Sam, who's fifteen, a year behin
Parents are just overgrown kids who when they freak the shit out, you'll see the little boy/girl in them. That's how they are to me.P.S: This is perhaps one of the shitty thoughts buried inside the closets of my mind.- From the diary of Katherine Amelia Jones.-"THEY BULLIED ME, Dad." I half yell, take another hitching breath and continue to cry. It's hours after I was being bullied by the fucking Mckenzie siblings. And I'm currently Face timing with Dad."Now Katherine, I wouldn't like you to be on bad terms with your step siblings whom you're supposed to be getting along with.While I'm away with your step mum, Max being the eldest is assigned to be in charge of the-""Fuck, what?" I scream at the screen of my system, interrupting him from going further, giving him my "You gotta be shitting me look" with my swollen eyes and messed up hair.Dad face palms, then sighs."Listen Katherine, the Mackenzie siblings aren't as bad as you think. Max is now in charge of the house, which mea
Playlist for this chapter;All Falls Down - Alan Walker ft Noah Cyrus,Breakaway - Kelly Clarkson.There are two answers to every question.The one you're being taught and the one from your own perspective.And during an examination, you write things you were being taught, or maybe from your perspective answers that must correspond or be similar with what you were taught.If you give answers to questions like;What does patience means, and your reply was "I think patience isn't required, helloooo (smirks), why wait for a teacher to keep going on when all the words that proceeds out of his mouth is absolute trash? Why wait for your parents to grant you permission to leave the house when you could always sn
Males who hit females are cruel, sadistic and barbaric.- from the diaryof Katherine Amelia Jones-VER DROPS HER TRAY of food on our table with a loud thud as she sits on the chair."Guess what, I've got good news and the bad news for you. And you of all people prefer hearing good news first, before the bad."I put the slice of pizza on my plate, and arche an eye brow at Ver who carries on smiling like a dummy. "What?""The good news is, some kids here in our school obviously witnessed what you did to Tristan yesterday. They videotaped it and had it posted on LAHS blog.""Poor Tristan, he'd have to walk around the whole school, with his head hanging down in shame."I shoot Maggie a glare, and she giggles."And the bad news is that, he's plotting to do something te
Playlist for this chapter;Bad Blood - Taylor Swift feat Kendrick Lamar,Fire Meet Gasoline - Sia.---When you meet people who're out to destroy you, to challenge you and set you on fire, don't run, fight the hell back.-From the diary of Katherine Amelia Jones.-I PLACE THE ICEPACK back on my torn swollen lip, head banging from the massive headache, fighting the urge not to throw the icepack at the Barbarian infront of me.He hit me!He fucking connected his fist to my face.My beautiful spotless face.I knew he was abnormal, but not to the extent of hitting females.I had cried after I regained conscioune
Compete and compare yourself with no one. You can never be them and they can never be you. You're going to be killing it your own way if you don't give a fuck about not being too pretty or curvy. You're smart, pretty and funny in your own way and I'm certain there are people out there who're going to love you for yourself if you haven't met and surround yourself in their midst by now.- From the diaryof Katherine Amelia Jones.--ARIANNA GRANDE'S BREATHING blasts through my earbuds as I run through our humongous sorroundings, enjoying the calm, soothing and beautiful early hours morning breeze of Buffalo city.It's 5:23A.M in the morning, a normal morning routine for me to run and excerise every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday.I halt my pace, panting really hard, running shorts and tank singlet drenched in my own perspi
Listen to Something Just Like This - The Chainsmokers feat Cold play.And; How Did We - Skylar Stecker' for the last scene of this story.-Seven years later...Newyork, Rochester."Come in." I command, after a knock came in three rows.The giant ironlike aluminum doors of my second office on the thirty-fifth floor, opens swiftly, and closes shut quietly, as someone enters and tries to maintain a professional look, but his legs are dancing out of nervousness.Adjusting his thick lens glasses, he takes the files off his underarms with his fidgeting hands, wipes sweat off his forehead and blows a big puff of breath.With my eyes and fingers, still focu
Playlist for this chapter;Sia - Big Girls Cry,Alessia Cara - Out Of Love,Backstreet Boys - Incomplete,-The worst thing about heartbreak is that, the ones who broke your heart, never leave your head. Rather, they plant themselves there and torture you, no matter how hard you try to get rid of them. Why? Because you built your whole world around them.- From the diaryof Katherine Amelia Jones.--Max must be kidding, he'll surely come back to me tomorrow and everything would go back to normal. Is what I used in assuring myself throughout my stay at the hospital, untill I was discharged a week later.I label my subconscious a liar, refuse to believe the awful confir
Playlist for this chapter;Watermelon Sugar - Harry Styles,To Build A Home - The Cinematic Orchestra,Echoes In Rain - Enya,Queen Of My Heart - Westlife. (I love this song ???. I was playing it while writing the last scene)-Some people are meant to fall in love with each other, but not meant to be together.- From the diaryof Katherine Amelia Jones.-I THOUGHT HE WAS uncaring, cold and hooded, angry at the world, the Grinch look alike when it comes to character terms. It was untill those sharp, green, penetrating stormy, beautiful eyes t
Playlist for this chapter;Wait - Maroon 5,Your eyes can get blinded by your mind overestimating several ugly emotions that you are invisible.- From the diaryof Katherine Amelia Jones.--PILLS, ANTISEPTIC, DEPRESSION AND almost creepily desolateness are what the hospital smells reminds me of. The lights are dull milky white, coated with cream stone paint are the walls. I have a thin pillow on my bed that is like a thick bench that is topped with a fluffy counterpane. If you lay too much on one side, you'd feel severe aches. Yes, I'm starting to feel on a gradual process, and everything hurts more than a sharp mouthed bitch.The days that followed became the longest of my life.
Playlist for this chapter;I Miss You - Nasty C,Wait - M83.-Life is too short to waste a second.- From the diaryof Katherine Amelia Jones.--VOICES.They're often audible and clear. And most times, they faded away like I was on a speed boat, leaving the voices as the frequent influx of darkness descends and posses my all.Vision.It represents an unending roller coaster of black and white, all varieties of shapes on a plain background. Or black patterns on white background and white patterns on black background. Sometimes, a harsh bright light is directed at me as I wallow in my darkness, making me want to let out stridents. But I can't.
Playlist for this chapter;See You Again - Charlie Putt,Supermarket Flowers - Ed Sheeran (It suits Steve Jones, Katherine and even the McKenzie siblings song for mourning Nana Jones)I Have A Dream - Westlife,Hostage - Sia.-Below is the funeral poem I wrote for Nana Jones'Will Be'There will be shedding of tears because she's goneEyes will close, hoping when they reopen, her death will be just an illusionBut then, eyes won't be closed shut for a long time, so there will be reopening of eyes, to see and accept the fate that she's gone and never coming back
Playlist for this chapter;Us - James Bay,Queen Of My Heart - Westlife.-Learn to fetch your comment, when it's ignored. - From the diaryof Katherine Amelia Jones.--THE SMELL OF BREAKFAST hits my nostrils and I toss in the bed, reaching over for Max with my hand. When my fingers grabs a handful of the sheets instead of him, I open my eyes and see him sitting with a tray of London breakfast on the bed."Breakfast in bed, Love." He says, pushes my hair away from my face, and kisses me on the forehead. "Gosh, you're warm, you should lay back down and rest some more.""I'm fine." I give him a tiny smile and yawn with
Listen to Explosions by Ellie Goulding.-Disaster - An unforseen event causing great loss, upset or unpleasantness of whatever kind. I lost my faith in everything right at the moment I was experiencing a sudden twirl of disaster.- From the diaryof Katherine Amelia Jones.--"- PLEASE SIT BACK, don't forget to buckle up your seatbelts, relax and enjoy your flight." The enthusiastic voice of the air hostess instructs as the plane starts leaving the ground.Have you ever tried to relax when a dozen of emotions are twirling inside of you?By the time the plane is on air, I stare out the window, rubbing my sweaty palms on my laps.I'm really doing this.I'm runnin
This chapter is dedicated to Orangee1 my hypeman ?❤️.Playlist for this chapter;Helium - Sia,Adore You - Miley Cyrus,No Fear - Dej Loaf,Heal - Westlife.-Fear of rejection, keeps the love inside, and the lust outside.- From the diary of Katherine Amelia Jones--"STOP GLARING, will you?" I say to Max who clenches his jaw as he wipes the blood off his nose with a tissue, and at the same time, shooting daggers with his eyes at James."I can