9 March 2013
"Where have you been?" Leona demanded, looking at Alex. He had insisted in coming inside with me to introduce himself.
"His house," I gestured towards Alex. She sighed.
"You've always been like this. Refusing to open up. All these years I gave you the freedom to do anything you want and you never used it. This is a first," she started, "I must say that I'm curious about this matter."
"Long story short, this guy here," I gestured to Alex, "is now my fianceé."
Leona looked at me. "Excuse me?"
"He's now my fianceè."
"Lizzette, I'm not an idiot. I know that boy. He's the heir of the elite Renald family. I know that he's in your school, but how did this happen?"
"It just happened." I challenged her to ask more. She just looked at me, shook her head and walked away. As soon as she was out of my sight, I sighed.
"And there you have it. You can leave now. She knows who you are already," I said, turning to look at Alex. He looked shocked.
"Is that your guardian?" Alex asked gravely. I looked at him curiously. Is he scared?
"Yeah, you know her?"
"Are you kidding me? She's a super famous lawyer! She was once my family's lawyer but she suddenly quit one day. That's what I heard from my mom at least," he explained. I had no idea that Leona was that famous. A felt a smirk come up.
"You admire her?" I teased. His face went red. Bingo.
"I, It's not like that. It's just that she used to be like a big sister for me. Like, she took care of me and stuff when I was a kid," he said. I had no idea.
"I see."
"I guess I'll go now. Uh, see you at school," he said before leaving. Right, I completely forgot that there's school. Fuck my life.
I groaned before going up to my room. Back to bullying and facing a bunch of retards.
As soon as I got in my room I collapsed on top of my bed, looking at the ceiling. Seriously though, all this thing about marriage and engagement is just screwed up. I still cannot believe that I let Alex see that side of me. I unconciously smiled, remembering what happened these past two days.I got myself a new friend, a fianceé, and a model who's ready to kill me because I stole her love interest. I lifted my hand up to the light and my smile faded as the scars came into view. All of a sudden my hand felt heavy where the cuts were, making it feel like it was just yesterday that I was living with my mother. Sometimes I regretted calling the cops. I wanted to stay with her. I could still see the look on her face when I was taken away. She looked so messy, so confused, so lost. She had already lost her husband because of me. To be honest it was okay for her to hurt me, or even get me hospitalized. As long as that kept her sane and alive. I deserved it anyways. She didn't deserve what she got. She was a nice lady. I was the one who changed her. Mother was very vulnerable. It hurts to see her in so much pain everyday. She had turned into an alcoholic. She cries everyday. Sometimes I even lent her a shoulder to cry on. Whenever that happened, though, she would always become angry very quickly.
"If only you had never been born!" She would say.
I covered my eyes with my arms, allowing the memories to flow back in. I never let myself get too happy. I wonder why.
I had always looked after my mother every single day. I took care of her. I cooked food for her. Left flowers beside her bed every morning. I took out the trash, cleaned the house, and even cleaned out my own blood. Although it hurt living with mother, I would always look forward to the next day. Back then the only thought that pushed me to endure everything was the hope that one day mother would love me again. I tried my best to be the perfect daughter. I had never used my power in front of her. I always got the best grades in class despite everything. I never told anyone about her. Even when the neighors asked why I was always covered in bandages, I would just smile and tell them a lie. I really did try my best to keep everything perfect.
Suddenly tears overflowed. I have seriously been crying too much these days. I seriously need to stop. This isn't even normal anymore. How much tears does humans even have? I even embarrassed myself infront of Alex. God. I'm such a crybaby!
I tried to smile, giving out my last effort to stop the tears. When it didn't work, causing more tears to come, I gave up and for the third time in three days, I let myself sob.
My Own Seat : Part 16 • Opuss № I