CHAPTER TWO

-TITANIA-

There was one thing I couldn't get away from the last few days. Alcohol. Being dumped by my boyfriend and left with a mountain of debt stinks! I had no choice but to keep drinking until I passed out.

"Get out of here!"

Christ! And that woman's voice only aggravated my hangover. I was extremely intoxicated the other night and crashed at my mother's house.

Closing my eyes tightly, I went back to sleep and completely ignored her. Just as I was about to snooze, I felt a sharp object stab my left arm, which was resting on top of my face. I got up from the long sofa in the middle of the living room with a loud hiss.

"What the hell!" I grumbled through my teeth, pulling a chef knife from my flesh and tossing it away. Sniggering, I reached for my backpack, took out a clean white shirt, and wrapped it around my injured arm.

"I said get out!" the woman screamed, sprinting towards me from the kitchen door and slapping me across the face.

The impact rang in my ear, and I winced. 'Fuck! I was still bruised from the previous night's fight, and I was about to take another.'

To calm myself down, I took a long, deep breath, but it seemed like my mother had no intention of leaving me alone. She grabbed the knife she had used to stab me from the floor and charged forward.

My eyes dilated as I leaped behind the sofa, where she couldn't reach me. "The hell, mum! What's your goddamn problem? Are you going to kill me?" I rasped, not expecting her to be extremely violent.

She responded with an angry grunt and a serious look as if she was certain she was going to murder me.

My emotions were in turmoil, and I shook my head. She is my biological mother. Her blood coursed through my veins, making me wonder why she had despised me since I was a child.

'Such a wonderful mother, isn't she? 'Take note of the sarcasm.'

Meghan Rhodes's eyes narrowed as she stared at me, making me scowl. 'Is she possessed or something? If so, I believe she is possessed by evil spirits daily.'

"I've warned you not to come into this house ever again!" my mother clapped, jolting me out of my reverie. "Just the sight of you makes me sick! You're a monster!" she stressed out, and to my utter surprise, she hopped over the couch and jumped at me.

"Whoah!" I exclaimed, half amused by her speed despite her age. "Not so fast, mum!" I said, holding her temple with my long arm, impeding her cruel agenda. She wriggled and tried to break free from my grip while swaying the knife in her hand in an attempt to cut me, but it was futile.

She grew angrier. "Let go of me, you horrible creature!"

I groaned in dismay 'cause she hadn't changed at all. "All right! I'm leaving now and won't be back! I won't show my monstrous face to you ever again, so relax," I soothed her, but the moment I let my guard down, she cut my arm. "Damn it!" I backed away from her before she poked another hole in my body.

"Get out!" Meghan snarled.

"Fine! I'm out of here," I said as I ran out of her house, clutching my backpack and hearing her curse at me like a woman on crack.

Snickering, I hopped onto my big bike, which was parked outside, and slung my backpack over my shoulders. I put on my helmet, started the car, and drove at full throttle.

Heck.

I couldn't believe my mother wanted to slaughter me. Every time she sees me, she gets worse.

What's the matter with her? I had no idea why she was acting crazy when all I wanted to do is visit and check on her.

Regardless of her strange behavior towards me, she's still my mum. I adore her unfortunately, she did not reciprocate my feelings.

Recognizing that we had a complicated relationship, I chuckled sarcastically. 'It's not like I'm new to it.'

She hasn't accepted me since I was a child. She despised me and even blamed me for her husband's death.

My biological father committed suicide, thereby destroying our family. But I swear on my grave that it wasn't my fault, and Meghan knew it. I was unable to persuade her otherwise.

Her hatred for me was so intense that I couldn't figure out where it came from. Aside from pointing a finger at me, she may have despised my obstinacy. How I always seemed to attract problems. Perhaps she disliked my style as well. My piercings and drinking habit drew a lot of attention and made her feel embarrassed.

I agreed by nodding.

That very well could be it. I'm a shambles, and any normal person would be annoyed to be around me.

Nevertheless, she's my mother. I was intrigued by the true source of her rage. What is she thinking? Is she also concerned about me? She never once inquired as to how I was doing. If I had any problems. If I needed to talk to someone.

My thoughts were preoccupied, and I took a deep breath as I remembered another dilemma.

I spoke with Thomas Wyatt last night. He gave me three months to pay off the debts of my ex-boyfriend. ​

My jaw was clenched.

Three months? One hundred million dollars cannot be paid in such a short period.

Even if I have matches every night, the prizes are insufficient.

I cursed mentally.

'I'm so screwed! If I don't pay Thomas Wyatt within three months, he'll feed me to the crocodiles, but where am I going to get that huge sum of money?'

With that question running through my head, I couldn't help but curse the person who had put me in that situation. However, before I could get carried away with my resentment, my phone vibrated from the inner pocket of my coat.

I pulled over, took out my phone, and answered the call.

"Well, hello to you, Titania Summer!" a woman's irritating voice greeted.

Rolling my eyes, I snapped at the caller, who was my cousin. "What do you want, Liz?"

"Guess who's in the funeral right now, monster," she chirped.

My lips twitched.

Did she call just to ask me that? What does she think I am? A fortune teller or something?

"If I could just get to your house in a few seconds, perhaps you'll be the one at the funeral later today; now, will you just stop beating around the bush? What do you want?"

I heard a groan on the other end of the line. "You know you're a cruel monster, don't you?" Liz sighed. "Anyway, it's your favorite old man. Grandpa passed away last night while waiting for you." She then abruptly hung up.

'That bitch!' I hissed. 'She is so dead once I arrived at the villa and see her!'

Then her words slowly sank into my head and my anger ceased. Liz informed me that our grandfather had passed away.

'Damn it!' I cursed under my breath 'cause he still hasn't bought me a Hayabusa. My motorcycle roared to life as I accelerated back towards the Summer Villa.

Grandpa died while waiting for me, huh?

Tears fell from my eyes and I smiled bitterly. "I'm so sorry, old man."