Elena
As I enter the driver seat, I let out a long sigh. I want to cry, I feel terribly annoyed and sick. My throat feels sore from the remaining tears I’ve been sucking in back.
“ Elena, you look dull. Are you okay?” Ella ask. I’m burying my head in the steeling wheel, trying to calm myself before I start the car.
“ I don’t know, I will be fine.” I say slowly, I don’t want Ella to know anything about what I face in school, I’m keeping her out of this. I wish I could also keep her out of this school. They might come for her, I don’t trust my mates.
“ Elena I don’t like you this way. Wait I have an idea, this would put you in a better mood.” she smiles, holding her phone in her right hand as if she was leaving a chat on read and trying to talk to me.
“What is that?” I frown, trying to give her my attention.
“ Elena there’s a party tonight can you attend with me? It would keep you lively, Elena.” she ask, staring expectantly at me.
“ A party? Whose party?” I ask. It’s the first day at school in Ivy Prose for Ella and she already started making friends?
Well I shouldn’t be surprise. She’s this naughty party kind of girl, and yeah she talks a lot. It is possible for her to make friends already. That is one of her abilities.
“ It’s Darius French party. They are fucking rich, Elena.” she say. I feel my pulse rising as I stare at her with widely open eyes. What the heck?
“ Ella you can’t go to that party. And I’m certainly not going too.” I almost yell at her, but I bring my voice down at the confusion on her face. It is obvious she doesn’t know who this people are yet. They invite her to a party?
“ Why the fuck would you say that?” her smiles disappear. I’m biting my lips to think of a reasonable answer of why she can’t attend the party.
“ Ella, I don’t think it would be good.” I tell her but she’s frowning at me. It’s as though I don’t want her to have fun which is not true.
“ Elena I’m going to attend this party since I am invited. I can see you don’t want to go, then stay back home but please do not convince me not to, else I will be very mad at you.” she say angrily at my face, focusing back on her phone as she continue to chat that person up.
I hear her hiss. She must be mad, but I didn’t mean to. I’m trying to protect but how the heck would I do that?
I turn on the engine of my car, I start to drive out of the packing lot and reversing my way out.
“ I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to discourage you.” I say, riding smoothly to our way home.
“ That’s fine. I would go alone.” she say, and my chest is getting tight.
I remain in the silence, thinking of what to do to stop her.
I can’t go to the Quads party, I wonder what it’s for. Why are they holding a party tonight at their mansion?
I don’t want to go, I have faced enough problems for the day, I can’t go. I want to stay away from those ugly gossips from the students and those devilish Quads.
With the way the student has been staring at me with so much hate, does that mean they also know it was a rape video? How come I’m the only one who isn’t aware of this?
I fucking didn’t do that. I’m innocent if this is the case.
I pull up into my garage after the gate man open up for me. I see my mom car packed inside already. She’s home.
Avera leaves and comes back like a ghost. She doesn’t even tell anything to me. Of course why would she? She doesn’t care a bit about me. She gives off that attitude whenever I’m around her.
I pack beside the car my dad bought for her on her birthday. You know, I kind of hate my dad on showing her excess love than she deserves.
He made sure she never lacks anything, but that fucking mother of mine didn’t feel any sadness when he died and after his death she looks free like a bird.
While I feel like a half dead bird whose wings has been crunched. Dad’s presence grew those wings for me, but they start to fall off as he died.
She never cried on his funeral. I was the only one blasting the hall with my painful tears. What I hate the most was dad never getting to say goodbye to me. I cry when I think of it and the last day I saw him.
Prior To Two Years Ago
Dad is sitting at the couch in his study room, with a cup of coffee to keep him awake while he reads. He is a bookworm like me and that is what I took from him. I took after him in almost everything.
I stand at the corner of the door watching him as he sips a little of his coffee and continue to read.
I’m smiling pleasantly at him. He’s the best gift I got in this world, each time I look at him I get this peace of mind.
“ Hey, Angel.” he sights me at the door. He smiles at me as he calls me that. That is what he calls me ‘Angel’ he doesn’t call me Elena like everyone does.
“ Hello Love.” I smile, calling him that name I always call him. We are quite free and fond of each other. He’s my fucking best friend.
“ Why are you still up by this time? Tomorrow is school go to bed, Angel.” he says softly and I smile.
“ I came to say good night, Love.” I let out a soft laugh. He’s arranging his glasses properly in his eyes while he smiles at me.
“ My Angel..” he tries to stand up but I don’t let him. Mom told me he isn’t feeling well this morning so I don’t want to stress him. I move closer to him instead.
“ I’m here, Love.” I say to him, leaning close to him kneeling beside his study table.
“Goodnight, Angel,” he kiss me on the forehead, like always. I’m about to leave when he calls me again, he was hesitating but I try to give him all my attention to speak up. We are best friends and we don’t keep things from each other.
“ No matter what happens I will always love you my little angel.” he kiss me again, and I walk out of the room smiling.
Back To Present.
I didn't know that was a sign of him saying goodbye.
That was Dad’s last words to me. He never told me I wouldn’t see him again after that night.
I crumbled, I went insane when mom told me my love is no more. It can’t be, I told her.
She told me he died of cancer, but why didn’t he tell me he was sick? He never said anything to his little angel that he was dying slowly.
Sometimes I kind of hate myself for never noticing he was sick. For not paying attention to any changes to him. I fucking caused his death.
How could he leave me like that? Dad never said anything. He just left me alone in this world. I’m crying as I think of it. It’s the biggest pain in my heart, I can’t ever forget it and I can’t heal from it.
“ I think Avera is back home.” Ella snap me out of my thought. I nod at her as I wipe my reddish nose and the little tears on my cheek. It’s a little dark so she can’t see the tears in my eyes.
“ Yes.” I say, pulling out of my seat belt. Ella is fast with hers so she get out of the car first.
She walks into the house while I lock my car using my key pads. After I finish, Ella is gone. She left to her room. Her room is downstairs, close to the guest room. Mine is a little close to Avera’s room upstairs.
I know Ella quickly rush to her room because of the party. Maybe she wants to get ready on time or maybe she wants to avoid me not to convince her about not attending that party.
But I’m not thinking of that right now. Right now I’m so tired and I need a long rest.
I climb upstairs to my room not allowing anything disturb my mind. Not what Ryan told me today and not my mom’s strange attitude of going out and coming in like a ghost neither Ella attending the party tonight. I dont want to care anymore for now, I want to rest.
I climb slowly up the long staircase in a snail’s movement. When I reach upstairs I’m hearing a voice and that’s my mom’s fucking voice.
She isn’t crying nor laughing but my ears don’t believe the sound I’m hearing.
I hear it again, this time louder. Oh fuck that shit! I’m suddenly pissed running to her room.
Maybe I’m just imagining that sound in my head. I’m running to her room as it’s a short distance from mine.
I reach the door and I’m hearing the same sound. LOUDER.
My heart is breaking into pieces as I listen to it. I’m enrage, I feel like killing her. I feel like knifing her in the chest for disrespecting dad like that.
I’m too enrage to keep quiet and leave “You motherfucker!” I push the door open, slamming it hard to the interior wall.
Tears is running down my cheek as I see her naked with another man who is not my father, but my father’s fucking best friend!
Jesus Christ. Who the fuck is this woman? I’m crying, my heart is ripping apart in pains.
“ You shameless pieces of trash!” I yell at the both of them. Grabbing whatever from the table next to me and throwing it up to his damn face. I feel like destroying that face right now!
“ Elena what are you doing here? This is my room get out.” she demands and my heart is bleeding. I want to kill her but my legs are too numb to move. I’m crying terribly at my spot.
“ You shameless bitch! How could you?!” I yell.
“ If you can’t respect my dad’s memory, you are messing around in the same bedroom that he shared with you? And with his fucking best friend?” gosh I’m going insane now.
God forbid I call her mom. “ Who the fuck are you Avera?” I ask, tilting my head in confusion and so much hate for her.
“Elena get out of my fucking room, right now!” she yells to me. She doesn’t answer and that shameless man doesn’t even make attempts to get his fucking butt off my father’s bed.
Fuck shit! I’m crying. My heart is bleeding terribly.
I stormed out of the house. Running down stairs, I can’t stay here tonight. I fucking can’t stay here, I will die or I become a murderer at my young age. I need to breathe, I need something to make me forget what I just saw.
I run to Ella’s room and I find out she hasn’t left yet. I feel a little relieve. I’m going to the party, I’m getting the fuck out of this house. I cant stay here tonight no I can’t.
“ Hey.” she say.
“ Ella let’s go. We can go in my car.” I say. I wipe my tears already before I show up in her room.
“ Really?” she say in happiness.
“ Yes, I will join you.” I say, this is the only way to survive this night.
“ This way?” she ask about what I’m wearing.
“ I would need one of your gowns then.” I say to her. I can’t go upstairs to pick a dress, I don’t fucking want to think of what just happened.
“ Sure, you can wear any of my dress. We have same size after all.” she smiles. I let out a fake smile to her.
Nothing on earth is making me smile tonight, I’m dying in silence. I feel hurt seeing my dad disrespected that way.
Avera is a fucking bitch! I hate having her as my mom!