"Hi dad! How're you doing?" I greeted, as soon as he entered the living room.Dad looked so bizarre. His grey hairs and wrinkled face made him look like he was far into his seventies, whereas he was just in his late fifties. His looks resembled those of my grandpa, when he was alive.He kept silent, moving his gaze at me. His eyes were filled with great contempt, as he sat down on a sofa opposite to the one mum and I sat. It was so deadly the way he looked at me. I was compelled to keep my eyes off him, and my mouth shut too. Besides, what else would I have said?"Johnson, what's wrong with you?" It was mum, this time."Nothing, Liya. I'm alright." He replied. "So, why don't you want to talk to Ben?""He doesn't worth it."'What?! What did he just say?' I covered my mouth with my palms and gasped for air. Gulping down, I cast a stare at mum to see her reaction."Why, Johnson? He's our son, our only son," Mum pleaded, on my behalf."Yeah, he's our shameless son! Had he listened to me
We were so exhausted when we got home. I headed to my room immediately and pulled off my shoes. I sank myself deeply on the bed with a loud thud."Fuck!" I cursed, loudly.Many things are going through my mind right now. I can't really think properly, though. What should I even think about right now? Is it about the outcome of the meeting or that I still have to stay at Mum's place for another day. The thought of it really sulks. Everything sulks!I stared blankly at the ceiling and spread my arms and legs widely apart diagonally, like a hopeless soul. I was indeed hopeless and helpless.My thoughts strayed from my family and then I remembered Roseville. We haven't talked or chatted for days now. I really missed her! We haven't even replied to her text yet. I just hope she won't be too worried or upset with me. I didn't just know what to say, it wasn't my fault after all.After much thinking, I decided to give her a call. She didn't pick up. I dialed her number for the umpteenth time,
It's been weeks now. Almost a month already, since I haven't seen or heard from my Rosy! I've missed her so much.I wet my bed with tears every night, when I think about her and how she left me, without uttering a word. If only she knew how much I love and have missed her. If only she could listen to me. If only she could…My ruthless family, except for darling Mum of course, never ever cared about me. Dad never gave a fucking damn! He fought tooth and nail to make sure that he frustrated my life so well, at all costs. And here I am, drowning deep in my pain, without any flicker of hope. Not even a glint of it!I was home now, at the comfort of my room, though I found in no comfort therein. Instead, I was clouded by the shadowy torrents of anguish and seemingly unending pain. I'm sure would have been better off at Mum's place. At least, I'd get the right dose of comfort I yearned for.The lawyer came a week after, just as dad promised, that was a fortnight ago, and fortuitously, the
Alice's POVI came to Alexander's Hotels and Suites to apply for a job as a secretary. Prior to that, I learned that they needed a new secretary through a magazine. I was twenty-two and I already had a degree in Business Administration. I've also worked with a few companies earlier on. I knew I was fit for the job, so I applied for it. As I arrived at the company, the first thing I noticed was the carefree attitude of the people there. Everyone went on with their businesses without apparent care in the world. What particularly put me off, was the ineptitude of the receptionist. She scolded the visitors and other fellow applicants and spoke harshly to them, for no just cause. Well, perhaps because their boss, the CEO, hasn't been able to put up an appearance, in about a month's time, as I heard. I could recall categorically how she spoke to an elderly man who wanted to be directed to where to make reservations for a room."Hello ma'am! Please, where could I book a room?" The elderly
I woke up early, as usual, stretching lazily, like a little child who didn't have enough sleep. Well, I really needed to sleep some more, but it was stuck in my mind that I had plans for the day. Gently opening my sleepy eyes, I took a glance at the clock. It was 5:30 am.It's been exactly a week since I applied for the job. I got an email from the company two days ago, that I was supposed to have an interview today. The interview was scheduled for 8 am. I had to get ready quickly, so that I won't be running late. Getting up from bed, I quickly dashed into the bathroom and took a warm bath. The weather wasn't really friendly. It was cold all through the night. I could only sleep under the warmth of my large blanket. It seemed to be even colder outside.After having my shower, I got dressed in a black pencil skirt that fell just below my knees, accentuating my curves and a white long-sleeved shirt that was buttoned till the top, asides for the collar button. I slipped into my matching
I walked confidently into the venue for the interview, with smiles plastered on my face. I wasn't reall happy, though. I wasn't happy because I didn't expect to be interviewed by the CEO himself. Not that I hated him, I only disliked chance and happenstance. I just needed to look cheerful at least, to hide my anxiety, so to say.There was Mr hot CEO and one of his staff, whom I suppose was his personal assistant. They were talking in low tones, while scrutinizing each of the documents on their desk. Luckily, each applicant was to leave the office after being interviewed. I'm sure I'd have felt claustrophobic, if it wasn't so. I was also thankful that there were two men in there. Had it been only the hot arrogant CEO, I should be on my guard, else something sleazy tries to happen. Not that I don't have anything to worry about, but my anxiety decreased with that. I walked gracefully towards the desk. His personal assistant motioned me to have a seat on the chair opposite where he sat.
My boyfriend, Charles, has been the love of my life ever since I knew love. He has been so good to me ever since then. I wouldn't have wished for anyone else. I could remember particularly how we met at high school, I was sixteen then, and he was eighteen. He was also two classes higher than I was.It was a cool Friday evening, when I was returning home after my tutorial lessons. I usually had extramural lessons with Mr Greg, my Chemistry teacher after school hours.On this particular occasion, I had to return home a little later because I had some classwork I needed to complete before returning. Mr Greg also took more time than usual, trying to explain some keywords to me.After a tiresome school day and an unending tutorial session with Mr Greg, I led my weary and exhausted self home. My home wasn't too far from the school, so I took the quiet, lonely path home.Unbeknownst to me, someone followed me from behind. As he advanced towards me, my heart raced. I had to increase my pace.
My boyfriend, Charles and I parted ways temporarily, after he left high school to further his education. I could recollect the painful incident that happened years back, on that fateful evening, when he visited, in order to tell me that he was leaving."Hi Alice!" He greeted me, as he bolted into my room unannounced. He couldn't at least knock at the door, or even wait to be permitted to get in. That was the height of it. Luckily, I wasn't naked or trying to put on my clothes. Well, even if I was, it wasn't too bad either. I wasn't really particular as to how anyone enters my room, but I felt a bit offended on this occasion, I couldn't make out why."Hey Charles! What's up? Why are you here this time? Is everything alright?" I was shocked and confused at the same time.The pale expression on his face wasn't helpful at all. There was a long moment of silence. I looked closely into his eyes. They stung with tears, doubling my anxiety."What is it, Charles? Please talk to me! What is it