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Chapter Two
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2023-02-27 22:32:18Chapter Two.
Allysa's POV.
As I walked past the long hallway, I saw the board of directors coming out from another room, and with them my stepmother. Everyone stopped and looked at me.
I didn’t give them a chance to look at me with pity as I stopped in my tracks and met their stares head-on, my glare sharp enough to cut glass.
My stepmother blinked, alarm flashing across her expression. She quickly replaced it with a sickeningly sweet smile. “Dear, what happened to you? Are you crying? Having a bad day?”
My fury bubbled so hot I could almost taste it. The urge to rip out her perfectly styled black hair flared inside me.
But instead, I smirk at her and everyone. “Nice try joking mother, very funny to the point I have almost forgotten to myself from slapping your stupid face. And I doubt you will ever see me cry, maybe at your funeral I will.” I answered sharply.
Gasps echoed around me. I didn’t stop to analyze their expressions.
I went straight to the elevator and pressed the button. Thankfully, it opened very quickly and no one was inside. I went in and turned around to see their faces painted with disbelief, confusion, and shock.
Her forced smile cracked, her eyes flashing with barely concealed rage as the elevator doors slid shut.
I smiled until the last sliver of her face disappeared behind the metal doors.It was then when the silence enveloped the four corners that I realized how much my heart was aching. It felt like my heart shattered into a million pieces, how my father chose to believe my step-sister rather than asking me for the truth, on how he chose her rather than his real daughter. I didn’t realize how hard I was clenching my fist that it started to feel stingy.
I wished mom was here, I wished I could turn back time 10 years ago when mom was still alive. Where the time I have my father’s unconditional love and care.
It seems that the world must have hated me. I don't even recall what the hell I did wrong to deserve this.
Reaching the ground floor, I didn't bother to look at everyone and stormed out of the building.
Walking fast I got into the parking lot and grabbed my keys from my bag. I grabbed the handle and opened it harshly.
Closing the door shut, I leaned in back and stared blankly at the front. I didn't notice that my eyes were starting to get blurry, and soon tears started to stream down.
I didn't know why, and I don't understand. Where the hell did my life start going down? I cannot accept something like this!
I hate my father! I hate him for doing this to me. I hate my mother for leaving me too early, I hate my stepmom and stepsister for all the schemes and for taking my beloved father away from me.
I didn't realize that I was crying hard, punching the steering wheel in front of me. I am mad, I want to ferociously break everything in my sight.
It didn't take a minute before I gradually calmed myself down. Inserting the key and twisting it, the car's engine roared loudly.
I only have one thing on my mind right now. I want to relax, let loose and have a quiet place to think. My next plan is to prove those accusations of my father to me, the truth. Let's see how he likes that. Without realizing it, I had already clenched my hanging fists on the steering as my breathing grew deeper.
I soon forced myself to extricate from the sudden emotions that emerged within me. I turned my attention to something else, in front of me was a tall building and at the top of that, there was a name laid upon it.
HCC - Hall's Corporate and Company.
I clench my teeth as I glare at it. I will not just leave like that, I will never let anyone have what rightfully belongs to me. I will have that company whether by communication or force. I saw my eyes in the front view mirror, it was glazed yet burning.
Turning the steering wheels, I left the parking lot with a heavy yet burning heart.
...
Calming down, I wiped my tears and set my head straight. Trying to clear my head and pad my way.
Ironically, I did say I wanted to go to a quiet place that would give me a breather and peace of mind. But remembering that I was still living in the mansion and didn't know any other places to crash. I was stumped by the idea of staying at home. I would rather kill myself than stay any minute breathing the same air as them.
Because of my pettiness and bitter attitude, I have no other place to go. I just realized that when I was just a street away from entering our subdivision, therefore, I could only turn my car and find a place.
While I was driving, my body was on autopilot. I don't even know where the heck I am, I just continue driving until my vision gazes upon this strange logo and name.
The logo was shaped into an eye without a pupil or lashes, and it is called Seraphim.
Why did I think it was weird? Well, seraphim mean angel right? So why is the logo something like that? I cannot connect the word angel or any symbolism in that logo.
I just shrug my shoulders and turn my car towards the establishment. I don't need reasoning today, I just need a quiet place to stay all night.
This establishment is a bar. It was placed below the word "seraphim" and I'm very grateful for it.
I can just drink away my sorrow for now. After parking my car, I opened the door and walked out. Sun kissed my skin and blouse, and I was stumped when I looked at my attire.
It's my office outfit! A white long sleeve blouse and a pencil skirt. My face was filled with horror and I got a glimpse of my wristwatch.
It's three in the afternoon!
It was then I realized that it is not even nighttime, and most bars wouldn't be open around this time!
I stopped walking and was about to turn around when I suddenly got hit by a wall.
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