Getting to the son

EPISODE 7:

Danica stared at the door for a while, her thoughts could not help but to recall all that had happened and each time she thought of that beautiful face and that sweet scent, she shivered and trembled from within. For a girl like her, simple, casual and alone, such meeting with someone like him could definitely not be a coincidence. Her instincts were beginning to kick in and that dreadful feeling returned to the pit of her stomach. Something was off, something was wrong and that face definitely had something to it.

With a lot of strength and resolve, she pulled her gaze away from the door, just about the same time, her phone rang and she turned to it. A smile caressed her lips and her heart fluttered at the caller. Without waiting or sparing another glance at it, she picked up the call.

“Hello pumpkin,” Tristan’s voice came from the other end of the line almost immediately.

“Hmmm, someone sounds happy,” she sat down on the bed.

“Hearing your voice always makes me happy,” he replied, smiling from the other end of the line. Her cheeks heated up and so did the color pink spread, leaving a rosy look on her face. He could imagine what she would be looking like at that moment and oh, how he missed her.

“Is that all?” she couldn’t help but ask and he smiled.

“Now, now, my love,” his voice dripped with such beautiful tone, butterflies filled her stomach.

“You have an interview, shouldn’t you be there already?” he added. Danica immediately jumped up from the bed where she sat comfortably. Her heart did a flip and her eyes immediately went to the time.

“I wanted to simply wish you good luck.”

“Oh no!” she cried realizing that she was already two hours late for her interview. Tristan paused in his footsteps, his heart racing at the thought of something bad happening. All thoughts of his next interview were thrown out of his  thoughts and his hands suddenly became sweaty. He had left her there alone after all and each time he thought about it, the fear that overwhelmed him seem to be the very death of him.

“What is it?” his tone turned serious and apprehensive. His accent heavy with the way he spoke.

“I missed the interview…” she wailed and felt tears burn the back of her eyes almost immediately.

“Oh,” Tristan responded, slightly puzzled and at the same time, relieved at the turn of event. It was best that she missed an interview rather than be in a life and death situation. It was better that she missed an interview than be in the grip of an enemy. It was relieving.

“Oh God! How could I be so stupid?” Danica was not feeling the same thing that he was feeling. She in fact felt the opposite. She was grieving, she was pained, she was annoyed, she was disappointed and she was angry.

“My love…” Tristan’s voice cooed when he heard the sadness in her voice. He had gathered himself together and already started walking again. It was a busy day and a busy walk way, standing right there while people went to and fro didn’t seem right.

“It was my one chance, my one chance, it was the only….” Tears dropped down her eyes and fell down her cheeks.

“My love,” he called out again, his heart was breaking in a thousand pieces at the words and the sound of her voice. The pain in which she spoke with were like tiny needles, piercing right through his heart. How could he not understand the pain that she had been through? How could he not understand the reason behind her tears. It had been so many years already and she was unwilling to let go. She refused to forget and move on and the only opportunity she had was missed. He didn’t mind that she missed the interview, he would rather she come over soon enough and they could start life there, together. He would prefer that she forgot everything so he would not end up having the backlash of her hatred sooner than later. But Danica was stubborn and her pain and scare were rooted deep, so deep, nothing could close it except she carried out what she wanted to do. She had ignored other companies, rejected job offers and simply waited for the day that she would walk into the company owned by the Deane’s and earn her place there, then destroy it.

“You would have another chance,” he wanted to add, but how could he when he would rather die than dream of another chance? How could he wish that when he was rather scared of that chance ever coming back to her?

“It’s going to be alright,” he forced out.

“No, it would not,” Danica cried, her knees buckling underneath her and her chest pained that she found it hard to breathe.

“I can’t get into that company anymore. I have waited for so long, so long to be able to be there, for just an interview.”

“How could I have been so stupid? How could I have slept off like that? It was just a chance, a chance that I needed, a chance that I have been waiting for, for such a long time yet……”

“Sweet heart…” he called out to her again, trying his hardest to calm her down. But no matter how much he spoke or how much his words made her heart flutter, they did nothing to calm her down this time around. It only made her more sorrowful and annoyed at herself for what had gone wrong.

“Calm down, please.” He was beginning to regret again. Ever since he left her side, he had been regretting, a thousand times, a thousand more, he only keeps regretting over and over again. If he was close to her, then he might have been able to calm her down, to be there at her weakest, to be close to her now that she needed him, but he was not there. He was thousand of miles away from her and could do absolutely nothing. His words fell on deaf ears, however. It had been so long that she had wanted to get this and it just slipped away from her hands, not by the mistake of someone else, or from lack of failing but as a result of her foolishness and the inability to try hard enough. When Tristan found that she was not listening, he only felt more terrible and broken. He tried his best to come up with something, by calling her sweet names, telling her that it was going to be fine and saying the very thing he wished that should never happen. There would be another time. It must be terrible to find her praying hard for something, while he prayed against it, but he had to, if he didn’t, everything would be ruined.

“The son returned recently, didn’t he?” he suddenly asked, going through the path that he would never have thought of. At the mention of that, Danica stopped her self hate and anger and immediately stopped sobbing. Immediately she got up from where she was sitting and turned to the table, where a laptop sat down. She turned it on quickly and went back to check on social media about the latest. Just as it was before she slept of, it was still buzzing with pictures and the return of the heir of the Deane’s.

“Yes,” she answered, taking a deep breath.

“I will get to him. I have to find a way to get to him,” she suggested even before Tristan could pull her away from that track. He had only wanted to distract her and make her feel better and pull her away from that line of thoughts soon after. But her thoughts had moved so quick, like a criminal or an evil mastermind. He froze in that spot, and clenched his hands into a fist. He had totally forgotten how her innocent look could be so deceiving. Danica was many things, beautiful, slightly introverted, calm, easily scared but once she was close enough to someone, she was nothing like that. She was a hot head, also easily scared except in this very matter, stubborn, calm and an evil mind if you allowed her thread in such direction.

“No, no…that’s not what I meant,” he tried to speak her out of it. But she was already way in line of that thought.

“This is a great idea,” she ignored his words, wiping her tears. Excitement ran through her veins like the blood within and her eyes went back to the pictures that were taken from the airport the previous day. The very man she had to find her way to could be seen being guarded by a lot of guards, like he was some sort of gem but it was merely a glimpse. His face was far from being seen and so did his entire look. In all the pictures, no one could pick up what he looked like and it was very displeasing and disappointing.

“If I could only see his face and find my way to him, I would be able to get through to those Deane’s”

“Getting to his father is close to impossible and I rejected the idea of being a slave or servant for them long ago, but his son…” she smirked darkly. Tristan could imagine the dreadful look on her face at that moment. She always gave him the goosebumps whenever she was that way, talking about the Deane’s. Not just because her anger and pain at that moment, takes away all her beauty and innocence, but because getting to the Deane’s was getting to him as well. His heart skipped and his heart caved in as he stopped in his tracks again.

“Danica…” Tristan called out her name, a name he rarely called. Calling out her name like that with such a serious tone pulled her away from her nasty and angry thoughts and for a moment, she returned to his Danica.

“I know what you are going to say,” she sighed heavily. He had always been against her plan and goals and thoughts when it came to the Deane’s. But she never changed her mind about it and he was not going to stop her now.

“Then please…”

“I won’t,” she replied haughtily.

“Don’t try to talk me out of it, because I won’t stop till I get my revenge, Tristan,”

“You are either with me on this or not. And I would not stop you on your decision but don’t stop me.” The line went quiet and those needles that pierced his chest turned to lava, burning him with pain and anguish that he could never in his life get rid of.

“Okay…” his words came almost in a mumble. She sighed, hating the way she had spoken to him and pushed the tension away from her muscles.

“Okay,” she smiled at no one.