All Chapters of Worthless In Their Eyes, Perfect In His : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Her sharp unwelcoming voice drifted over the phone. I let out an exasperated sigh. I was a fool for thinking my mother could change for any reason.“Come home immediately. I have something urgent to tell you.”“Mom, is there any problem? How are you?”She replied to me with a bitter scoff and ended the call in an instant.“She still hates me.” I muttered to myself. I stared at the phone screen for an extended period, expecting that she'd call back and maybe greet me warmly and ask how I was faring, but it was over two minutes of glaring at my phone and none of that happened.I took a deep breath to calm my dampened mood and shoved the phone into my pants pockets. I already felt tears stinging at the corner of my eyes and blinked multiple times to restrain myself from crying.“She has hated me all my life. This isn't something new.” I muttered inwardly as I tried hard to comfort myself.My self comfort failed me when a teardrop escaped from my eyes. Another followed, and then, more. Th

I took a deep breath to calm my frayed nerves. What could possibly go wrong? They wouldn't be able to hit me like they did before. They could say mean things to me, and I can simply ignore them, and I doubt if Christian would dare touch me again.Better still, I could ignore their message. Curiosity was still getting the better part of me. I wondered what they badly wanted to tell me that they couldn't say it over the phone and demanded I come to their house.I sighed as mother called my phone. I refused to pick this time because I was well aware of the reason why she called. I wouldn't endure any more insults from either of them.I made my decision finally. I'd go to see my mother. If what she says isn't right by me, I'd leave the house without hesitation. I knew one thing for sure, that I wouldn't endure their nonsense.I took my time to get dressed for the meeting. I wouldn't want to give them the impression that I was still suffering. By the time I stared in the mirror, my reflect

The world seemed to tilt sideways. I pulled the car over abruptly, my heart pounded so loudly that it affected my breathing.My hands were trembling again, the same way they trembled when they held Mom's papers, except this time, it felt worse. It felt heavier and crushed my spirit more.“Are you still there?” Sandra asked.“Sandra, are you sure?” I whispered.There was a pause on the line, followed by a sigh.“I wish I wasn't.”My throat tightened and went dry as I ended the call without another word. I stared at my phone like it had turned into my enemy. For a brief moment, I considered not checking the link. I wanted to pretend I didn't hear anything from Sandra. I wanted to live in denial.Our one year agreement wasn't over. Malcolm couldn't do such a thing to me.Finally, I tapped the link Sandra sent. The page loaded slowly, making me nervous with each second that passed.The image finally appeared and I gasped. Malcolm was perfectly dressed in one of his suits. He had a calm, c

I leaned closer to the door and she stopped talking on the phone. I moved away from the door. Who was I kidding? Some werewolves actually had sharp senses and could know when someone else was around them. They could easily pick up the scent.“What's it about the Ruby girl?” Her caller on the other end asked.“Hold on a sec,” June murmured and walked towards the door.I pressed my back against the wall and tried hard to steady my uneasy breathing as she opened the door and looked both ways.“I thought I sensed something,” she mumbled, before shutting the door. I heard the lock rumble like she had locked it.‘Dammit’ I cursed inwardly as I leaned against the locked door. It was impossible to hear anything with the barrier. What could she have been telling her caller about me? Were they talking about my weight, or was it something more sinister?Werewolves did have heightened senses. I hadn't been able to use mine because Joey refused to be active for a long while.My phone buzzed in my

********Moon walkers camp.When I was just seven, my mother who had been barely taking care of me claimed that she was tired. She wanted to pursue a career and I had to leave for that to be possible.That day, I sat in a bus, sandwiched between two adult strangers as they drove to the famous Moon walkers camp situated in the middle of the city.Moon walkers camp was like a charity home for children. Orphans stayed there and people whose parents couldn't cater for them like in my case also stayed there.I cried the first night I slept there. I didn't cry because of the almost tasteless food that was served, neither did I cry because of the oppressive rules to be followed, but I cried because I got to experience that my mother hated me.Millicent was the girl who slept on the lower side of my bunk. I remember when she pleaded with me in her soft scared voice that I should take the upper side as she is afraid of heights.The only thing I remembered doing was reporting another girl who k