Scream For Blood, My Love

02Alessia’s Point Of View:“Are you a stalker or what?” I accused as I put my arms on my waist. Huh! If only I know, he’s also one of the guys who would go crazy over me to the point that they will stalk me wherever I go. I remember one time when I was going home from school, there’s this guy who is really interested in me but failed to have my attention. He followed me from my way home and oblivious that I know what he’s been doing. I let him follow me until he finally got to know where I lived and that’s when he started grimacing in disgust. Saying words that ‘You came from a poor family.’ ‘I would never ever waste my time again to you,’ and cursing me because I fooled him. Humiliating and belittling me because of my lifestyle and that I dissapointed him. I did got hurt because of what he said but still managed to compose myself and tried my best to fight my tears back. The next day after that, I received a news that he’s now in a relationship with the hot girl in school and e

04Alessia’s Point Of View:“I don’t really tolerate pervert men like you in my building, Mr. Whitlock.” It almost became a whisper because of so much intensity that Yadiel put on every word that he spat. His face flashed red and his eyes were turning dark as he pierced his attention to Mr. Whitlock. The pure shock was written all over their faces. Gasping and eyes asking for the clarification, they all looked at Mr. Whitlock’s direction who also seemed to be shocked as the terror plastered on his face. He felt humiliated for the things that he had done. “What are... Are you talking about?” He stammered, hanging his head low in so much embarrassment. Yadiel sarcastically let out a scoff before scrunching his nose, obviously irritated on Mr. Whitlock for denying his sin. I saw how he crumpled his first into a tight ball as if preventing himself from something.“Stop accusing me, Mr. Williams. I have nothing to do with what you’re saying.” He shook his head, clearly denying. But t

06Alessia’s Point Of View:“You’re new here so you’re supposed to do what everyone says you to do.” The demanding voice of Amelia, who’s the property manager of the company again filled my ears. I didn’t bothered myself to reply and instead went back to my chair, facing my desk with a pile of papers.Madame Clayton give me this papers earlier, she demonstrated what to do and how to do it and when will the deadline of each papers and after that, she left me, not ensuring me if I really get what she said. I wiped the sweat on my forehead and neck and took a handful of my hair and tied it using the scrunchie that my father gave before giving my whole attention on the papers, clearly ignoring Amelia’s presence. “I’m talking to you!” She hissed in annoyance and pushed my slightly bowed forehead using her fingers to force me to look at her.Irritated with what she did, I slapped her hand making her winced with pain. I raised my gaze to her and narrowed my eyes. I lowered my brows, show

08Alessia’s Point Of View:“Good afternoon, sir. What can I do for you?” Trying my best to be formal as I could, I greeted him with a fake smile.I stopped walking when Yadiel also stopped in front of the lines of papers placed on the cabinets and shelves. Earlier, when he heard what I said made me overthink my job. Different scenarios were came flashing back my mind. I really thought that he would fire me or worst put me in jail. I was thinking that what if he’ll kick me out of the company on my first day, that would be humiliating. Tons of what if’s literally popped out from my mind. What if I’ll lose this job just because of my blunt mouth? How can I provide the needs of my family? How can I buy Naomi her medicines? How can I help my sister finish her studies? That would be so fucked up. I don’t know what my life would be without money. I bit my lower lip when he stopped trailing his fingers on the back bone of the folders just to glance at me. He scanned me from head to fo

10Alessia’s Point Of View:“Aren’t you going to eat?” I furrowed my brows and raised my gaze to him, mouth is full of slices of cake.I chewed and munched the cake slices as if I’m a baby that has been born earlier. I think I’ve been eating this way in more than twenty minutes. I will take a slice of cake, put it on my saucer and then put it inside my mouth in a whole piece. I don’t know how did it fit my mouth, but I would always make sure that no piece will leave any trace nor scratch of the cake. “Can you please eat with etiquette?” He grunted with annoyance written all over his face before groaning, clearly not used to seeing someone eating like this. I stopped midway because of that and took a short glance of him before mocking him like a child. “Whatever,” rolling my eyes, I said. Instead of annoying him again, I sliced a small size of cake on my saucer with my fork before putting it in my mouth. Wincing with how much he exaggerates my moves. What can I do? I can’t deny