Loving the Wrong One

~zarie’s Pov~

wake up! Wake up! I groan as a certain annoying hand continuously try to jerk me up from my beauty sleep.

Like seriously, why can’t I ever have a peace of mind in this damn house? I cannot believe even in my sleep, the devils will decide to come after me.

I am that particular type of girl who does not mess with her sleep but one thing I know for sure is that The annoying hand which no doubt belongs to my annoying ass brother will never let me be till I decide to wake up.

Been fully aware of that fact, I furiously throw the guilt off my body and sit on my queen sized bed whiles I try to rub the sleep from my eyes, giving my brother one of my famous death glares.

Ugh! Only if looks could kill, he’d be dead by now. Haha seriously, if looks could really kill, then I would not even have to worry about my demons anymore.

my brother, been the brat he is just gives me one of his annoying cheeky grins which makes me angrily throw one of my pillows at him.

’Mum says breakfast is ready so I should come wake you up ‘ he says, which earns a very loud groan from me.

’for Christ sake Randel, it is only 6am and so I do not see why you should come wake me up for something that can wait?’ I ask him but he just smirks at me and leaves the room.

Why am I even stressing myself? I know my opinion in this house is just like a number subtracted from itself as far as I am still under the infuriating roof of the devil herself.

ok, so I think a little introduction will do?

How should I even begin?

So I am Freezia Zarie Harrison, 18years and stays with my mum, Maribel, who has been taking care or should I say, making my life a living hell ever since my father mysteriously disappeared to who knows where.

And the last two people to add my small hell of a family is my stepfather,Jake and his thirteen years old son, Desmond who is also the world’s most biggest brat,Hehe.

~.

After performing my morning business, I decide to go down stairs and immediately I step out, I am hit with the sweet aroma of coffee and scrambled eggs.

Actually, apart from me been in love with my sleep, I am also a very proud foodie.

Whenever I am in a sour mood, it is only two things that can cheer me up.

my best friend, Penelope and a good food.

I literally eat anything that is labeled as food so far as it is presentable.

In fact, I do not know why my mum would decide to wake up this early to prepare breakfast and as a matter of fact, she never comes to call me down for breakfast. It is not like she cares about my wellbeing anyways.

I do not know what is up with her this morning but one thing I am certain about is that today is going to be full of awful surprises.

Anyways, I should just forget about it and go enjoy my breakfast. Even though my mum has been very sour ever since my daddy left us, the good taste of food her food still remains the same.

I bubbly skip down the steps to the the dining hall but I stop at the kitchen when I catch a glimpse of my mother.

Since she decided to at least, call me down to have breakfast with them, I think it is only fair to also be polite and so,I decide I say a good morning to her, plus I think she has finally decided to return to her old ways.

’Good morning mum’ I greet her but I am only met with silence. Realizing she is voluntarily ignoring me, I decide to head to the dining place. I guess I jumped to conclusions hastily.

It is not like I fancy talking to her anyways.

Again, it is not like my mum would ever love me like she used to do sometime ago, so I just shrug it off even though deep inside me it hurts to see my own mum loving a son that is not even her own and hating me, her very own blood just because she claims I am a duplicate of my father.

It is not like I harbor any ill feelings toward the thirteen year old brat or anything.

I just feel like my mum should at least show me a little bit of the affection she shows Desmond, plus I am literally her only real family left.

I know that I act as if I don not care about her but it really pains me to know that my once sweet and loving mother has turned into a typical wicked woman.

the woman who always preached about love is now an opposer of love.

when I think of it more deeply, I think she does not even have any concrete reasons for her actions. I mean, why should she even hate me just because I have striking resemblance to my father?

I mean, it is not like we get to choose how we want to look like and apart from that, I do not recall a moment where I had been disrespectful towards her or a time I really hurt her.

Even though she’s been telling me ever since I was an infant that my father left us one night without the knowledge of anyone, I doubt her story because she never even tried to search for her husband and did not even hesitate to marry Jake, who by some unknown reasons also hate my guts.

I mean, this man could just stuck to minding his own businesses. He is not even a bit ashamed to be spending the money that he did not swear for, another man’s hard earned money.

Even though I was still quite young when my father left us, I am perfectly sure that my dad who always used to buy me new gifts each and every day and showed me all the love a dad could give to his daughter would never leave us on purpose.

Ever since my father left, my mum has been the one acting as the C.E.O of the Bennick Corp., my father’s company, which is also one of the successful companies in the country.

It is a company that deals in so many goods such as clothings, jewelry, bags and the company also comprises of hotels, restaurants and other projects.

And of course, Jake is also managing the business alongside my mum or I should probably call him the C.E.O because he acts just like it.

I am just thankful that my mum still has some sense of reasoning and has not transferred the business to Jake yet.

In fact, my mum has been squandering my dad’s money with no care and I even doubt if she would have allowed me to go to school if not for all the many assets my dad left behind.

my mum has never cared about what I do. Whether I go to school or not, whether I sleep around or come home. She simply does not care about what I do with my life.

my mother has never bothered to check up on my grades at school. I just have to ask for money for whatever I want and then she would provide it.

Even if I do not have the best experience in the house, one thing I enjoy most is the freedom to do whatever I like and the ability to have whatever materialistic thing I want.

As a teenager, that is all I could ever wish for but deep very deep inside me, there is a void. It bothers me to know that I can never have or experience the motherly love I earnestly crave for.

~.

Breakfast is the same as usual with me sitting at my usual spot with no one talking to me except Desmond of course. That boy seems to like me a little and I think I also like him a bit but still, I am not retracting what I said earlier.

he is still a brat. I just sit there and focus on my food as my mum and her beloved husband have conversations about business.

It is not even a conversation because my mum literally agrees to whatever suggestions Jake makes.

After finishing breakfast, I hop up the stairs, back to my room to take a shower, excited about leaving the presence of my mum and Jake.

I quickly take the shower, I step inside my huge walk in closet, full of all kinds of clothes from different brands.

After contemplating on what to wear for the past six minutes, I decide to wear a black leggings, a white Chanel crop top and my favorite black and white Dior slip on sneaker.

I apply only a lip gloss and maskara since I am not so good with makeup.

I spritz on my favorite Chanel perfume and tie my hair in a simple ponytail.

’Zarie! Zarie!’

just after I am done with my hair, I hear my mum’s booming voice calling out to me and I also shout back at her to let her know that I would be down in a jiffy.

I do not bother to rush things, since I know whatever she is going to tell me would not be that relevant and for the record, nothing good comes out of any conversations we have.

Throwing my Louis Vuitton jungle monogram giant print backpack on my shoulder, I step out to go meet my mum and get over with whatever she has to say.

what I do not expect as I reach the living room is what I hear my mum say to someone on the phone, which nearly makes me loose consciousness.

Author's note;

Thank you for reading, stay safe.