Hera P.o.v
"Quit sighing," Ava said seriously. " Yeah right," I muttered under my breath then sighed again.
She glanced in the rearview mirror with a glare then focused on the road.
"You should make sure you don't bring that rotten attitude to our new house." She said between gritted teeth.
I glanced at her for a second then chuckled softly. Was she trying to be a comedian?. Because her shit wasn't any funny.
"And whose fault is it that we are traveling far away?" I asked in a whisper.
"What?" She asked loudly while glancing at the rearview mirror again.
"Nothing, did you hear something?" I asked trying so hard to play dumb.
"I don't care what you think of me Hera. All I know is that I'm still your fucking mother who gave birth to you. So always show some respect and keep your asshole side in check." She warned.
I swallowed hard then bite my lower lip.
"Keep your peace Hera. Keep calm." I said to myself silently over and over again.
I wasn't going to fire back, nor spit at her for being such a horrible mother in my fucking life!. She was the reason why I had no place I could call home!.
My grudge with her started way back when my father was still alive.
My father was a very kind, humble, devoted man, who came from a respectable home and background. While on the other my mother was a nagging, ungrateful, selfish lady who came from a very wealthy family.
You might wonder how such a lady would end up with such a man. It's simple. Her screw-up life was all that went wrong.
My mother was what we called a player. She was never faithful to one man nor interested in dating them seriously. She had her share of fun and nights out, until one day she got badly drunk and was dared to fuck my dad who was the virgin loser in most eyes.
She being the queen of the show chose to go on with the entertainment. She talked my Dad into sleeping with her. And like a fucking horrible fairytale, my Dad who was already crushing on her stupidly gave in.
That one-night stand was suppose to end that same night. But shit turned messy when my darling mother discovered that she was pregnant with me. She was so scared of her family finding out, and what they would do to her. And so she pinned her rotten sins on a millionaire Playboy.
The millionaire Playboy first rejected her strongly. But a few threats from my so-called mother had him agreeing.
Ava felt like she was on top of the world. Her every will and order was going as planned and nothing seemed to stand in her way. Well, the dumb bitch was dead wrong because the night that she gave birth to me made the millionaire playboy realize something. How could his dear lovely Ava give birth to a healthy baby girl, who wasn't even premature when she had told him she was only five months pregnant!.
The man was furious, he wasted no time in rejecting her openly and shaming my poor grandparents.
As for my grandparents, they renounced my mother as their daughter and kicked her out.
Ava had nowhere to go and no roof on her head. I had no idea if that's where her hatred towards me began or later on. But she was angry and felt like her life was at the end of the road. Luckily she still had one card to use on her sleeve and that was my father.
Being the genius that she thought she was. She easily figured out who the owner of her child was and where he lived. ( That was my father ).
She approached my father and explained everything to him in tears. My father who was already in love with her, accepted her without a second thought or any reason of doubt. He welcomed her in his humble home and vowed to protect the two of us.
As years went on, my father worked very hard and soon his status picked up in our society. Our lives turned in just a quick moment, we moved from being poor, unnoticed, irrelevant people. To respected and most loved family.
Ava was so happy that she was living her dream once again. She began to squander our money carelessly.
She had a lot of cars just for show. Beautiful expensive jewelry pieces that only a few women in our country could afford. She drunk a lot too and threw parties every chance that she got. Whenever my father tried to talk her out of her spending habits she became furious and violent. Throwing things at him and calling him horrible names.
My father would take in the abuse without any fight or say. He waited for her to calm down then apologized for shit he hadn't even done.
Years went on and everything was still the same. The only difference was that I was a grown-up teen, my mother was a drunk and my father had more grey hair than those older than him, he was thin and rapidly losing weight but kept it himself all the time.
Whenever I had time from school, I did my best to cheer him up and make him smile. He always held my hands and told me how lucky he was. But what made me feel confused were his last words he used to say in each conversation. "Never leave your mother. Always love and take care of her." I never asked why he was saying such words, all I did was nod and smile happily to cheer him on.
Then one-day tragedy struck. It was the worst memory and experience of my life that I would never forget.
It was a usual day and I had just come back from school. I stood in my room debating on what to wear when I heard a very loud, terrifying scream come from Ava.
I quickly rushed out of the room and went downstairs and into the living room where her voice had come from.
She was on the ground weeping with her cellphone in her hand.
"Mother what happened!. What's wrong?" I asked on top of my voice in fear.
She couldn't look at me nor answer me as she kept on weeping.
I could only think of one thing to do if I was to get answers.
I quickly grabbed her phone and looked at it.
Someone was still online calling out her name.
I carefully put the phone against my ear and answered.
"Hello."
The man sighed In relief then continued.
"Ma'am, can you please come down to the hospital and help us identify the dead body?. We want to make sure if it's really your husband or not."
Those words instantly shattered me. My whole world dimmed and it went cold. There was nothing I could hear nor see for a few minutes.
"She killed him." That was the only thing that rang in my head.
Even when it was confirmed that it really was my father. The words repeatedly rang in my head.
He had an accident on the highway, but no matter what, it really looked like it was suicide. The breaks were okay and there was no trace of another car hitting into him. He wasn't even drunk that night, sadly he ended up driving to the side of the road and down the heel crushing into a tree.
The man that did his best to protect and love me was now dead and it was all Ava's fault. I cried my eyes out and passed out once. I was still in shock to process it all that I was rushed to the hospital and admitted.
On the day of the burial, I was discharged. I stood with no tears in my eyes watching Ava from the crowd as she cried and called out his name. While everyone felt sad for her, I felt nothing. Because I could see clearly past her acting. There was never a day that she was good to my father. She called him ugly names and told him to go die and set her free.
I guess what she thought was that she would get to inherit everything that my father had. Boy was she wrong. It turned out that my father had no will left at all, and he left everything in the trust of my grandparents, his parents. They took almost everything from us. But luckily left us a house, a few cars and a cheque.
They emphasized that they were doing this much because of how much my father loved me. And that it was up to them. They would have never left us a dine nor a house.
They then cut ties with us and we never heard of them since then.
Back at school, I was the talk of every person. My so-called trusted friends instantly turned their backs on me and began mocking me. While Some took it upon themselves to laugh in my face. But what was worse was the bullying I started going through and experiencing.
I went back home in bruises and at times a closed eye. My mother who was going way out of her mind paid no attention to me. All she did was drink and smoke her troubles away.
School that was once my favorite place, became my feared hell. I began skipping classes and usually kept to myself. Yes, I missed how I was and longed to have a friend that would accept me for me, but who was I joking?. I was the rotten piece of trash that didn't fit in, in the perfectly clean environment.
My mother's drinking became an addiction and she joined gambling. As if it wasn't enough, slow by slow she started selling things off. At first, it was her few cars. Then her clothes, Jewelry, paintings. Accessories and Furniture.
Our life changed for the worst and we began to struggle with everything. Food, clothes, clean water, and bills to fix broken pipes and our bathrooms in the house.
I had to do something, I had to find a way. And so I went to search for a part-time job. Many people were harsh on me and wanted nothing to do with me. Some gave me some lame excuse of me being too young to work. While some wanted to fuck me in exchange for hiring me.
I wanted to quit, but my will to survive everything was way stronger. I kept on searching and searching for a few years but no luck was in my way. Only after I graduated from high school was when I found a job, as a cleaner.
I was so happy and tears filled my eyes. It was like a breakthrough I had longed for and wanted so bad.
I worked so hard for a few months and things began looking up, I even bought a car and managed to get Ava and me some food and new nice clothes.
But the ungrateful bitch had to screw me over. She lost a gambling bet that was way beyond what we could even afford. And what made matters worse! from wanted, well-known feared criminals.
Everyone in town knew how they ruled the cops and did whatever they wanted. We were in deep shit and our lives were in danger.
I grabbed a few things that I needed and drove away to another town. I was dying to leave her ass for those criminals, but then I couldn't forget my father's words. It was his wish that I was to take care of her and that was exactly what I was going to do.
The new town we went to wasn't so bad. And the people were also friendly.
I got a job there and made sure that my mother was under control.
Shockingly she torned down on drinking and stopped gambling. We didn't talk much but tried to communicate with each other. She too looked for a job and began working in a cafe.
We later got an apartment and stayed there for a year and some months.
Then from nowhere, she announced that we were going to travel to another country. She went on to say that she did her research well, the place we were to live in was a nice place near a beautiful river and the people there were friendly but mostly minded their own business. My college fees were already paid and covered for.
I was in shock over her sudden change of character and words but chose not to show it.
And now here we were. Traveling to our so-called new house. The plane ride was pretty annoying but despite that. I was happy to finally go to college and start my life anew. Maybe, just maybe, I would once more make friends who would embrace me and laugh with me.
Hera's P.o.v "We are here," Ava whispered softly while pushing the car door open. I glanced outside with a low sigh, not wanting to go out. My eyes were fixed on the blue-painted house to our right that was the only one away from the others. Compared to what we first had, it really was small. But then the apartment we lived in was way smaller than this. The house had a big veranda and windows on the front. Green grass was everywhere on the ground and the tall trees behind the house were rustling loudly. "We don't have all day you know," Ava said seriously. I glanced at her then quickly rubbed my hands against my arm when a cold shiver went around me. The house gave me goosebumps. It reminded me of a haunted house I had once watched in a horror movie. "This house
Hera's p.o.v Why the hell was Ava acting like nothing had happened between us yesterday. I went a mile on by calling her a bad mother and wishing for her death. It was cruel of me but she made me feel horrible. "Honey try some salads." She whispered as she pushed the bowl towards me. I sighed softly then picked up the bowl. We sat in the dining room in silence opposite each other. She shocked me when she came into my bedroom to invite me to dine with her. There was never a time we sat at the same table to eat. That was in the past, although what shocked me way more than her invitation was the fact that she cooked, yes. She did cook and that gave me a lot of thoughts. I was about to put some salads on my plate when It hit me. Were
Hera's p.o.v Talk about embarrassing and lame, what was with her!. I glanced at Ava who was driving then rolled my eyes. What exactly did she want from me?. Last night I refused to touch her food and got a little disrespectful, but that didn't seem to faze her. Here she was yet again driving me to my new college like yesterday didn't happen. "You know I could have figured out the way on my own." I whispered under my breath then put my hand on my bag straps which were around my shoulder. "I know but I wanted to give you a ride and have a simple chat with the principal." She answered as I chuckled softly then glanced her way with a cold glare. "What?. Did you fuck him too?" I asked. She quickly stepped on the breaks startling me. "What the hell!" I yelled on top of m
Damon's p.o.v I walked into the principal office with a cold glare. How the fuck was I suppose to breathe with all those female students behind me. They were like fucking bees on honey and that was dead annoying. I looked at the lady who sat opposite the principal coldly then shifted my gaze to the principal himself and moved closer. It was so obvious that she was checking me out. Why did I even expect any lady or woman to be any different? They all were the same and acted that way over someone they felt attracted to or liked. "When will you get rid of the trash behind me as promised!" I spat to the principal seriously. "Can you please refrain from calling the students trash Damon. And you know you are asking for the impossible, no matter what I say or do they
Hera's p.o.v I walked slowly to my locker with a low sigh. I memorized everything that was on the document and that included my class as well as my locker number. I was still nervous and felt kind of lost. "Hey." An annoying voice I had heard earlier called from behind. I turned and faced the guy that had given me a lift. He was smiling and his braces were showing. "Damn it, why the fuck was he in front of me. Was he stalking me by chance?" I asked myself silently. "Are you following me?" I asked seriously. "No, no way, I just thought of helping you find your classroom." He answered creeping me out. "So you were waiting for me to come out of the office?" I asked with a raised brow. "Pshhh what?. No way." He answered with a nervous chuckle.
Damon's p.o.v "What?" I asked in a whisper when her expression turned cold. "Please refrain from talking to me Sir. I want to have a peaceful college life without having any unwanted enemies or occurrences going on." She answered under her breath with emphasis. Ah, so that was the problem. She didn't want to get involved with the trash behind me. I smirked then walked past her without another word. "Unique." Was all I could mutter under my breath before walking into my office. Never was I this impressed over a lady acting that way. While some would be so euphoric over having me talk to them in public, yet she chose to keep away from me. Everytime she proved how unique she was. "Was she taken?" That silent question in my mind ma
Hera P.o.v Bored. I was so freaking bored. Damon's eyes were glued on me while he taught and for some reason that seemed to piss off Sally and her two minions, but what was worse was the fact that I was given a seat next to Sally's hot boyfriend. When Damon asked me to sit in front next to him I couldn't say no. After all, he was my lecturer. A tap on my hand snapped me out of my thoughts. I quickly faced Sally's boyfriend who had a smile across his face. "He just asked you a question." He mouthed out the words. I swallowed hard and slowly lifted my hand and pointed at myself. Was he talking to me?. I didn't want to think much about it but the guy was definitely very popular. The fact that he was dat
Hera's p.o.v I slowly got off the canoe once I was at the shore of the river. I couldn't see Sally nor her friends from where I was and I had no idea what they were planning to do, but I was going to go through with it. I was going to get that damn branch or stick. A cold breeze swept by, causing me to shiver. I was feeling cold and I needed to get this over with as soon as possible. I looked at the tall trees that were rustling ahead with a low sigh. "Which one is better?. A fresh branch from the tree or a stick from the ground?" I asked myself in a whisper. A fresh branch was better proof than a stick right. After all, it was fresh. I walked towards the trees trying to find a much better one that I would easily try to climb.&