'He's the Fiancé'
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Seellyna's POV
"You always bring disgrace to our family" dad yelled over his shoulder. I saw him starting to convulse violently. Anger, frustration were on his face.
A chilling terror crept over me as I look how he balled up his finger. I might be rewarded with a branch of slap on my cheeks any moment.
"Look at your twin. Why can't you be like her? Why can't you have a good grade?" Daddy shouted again. He slammed me with papers which contained the mark I've got for this year in high school.. "Aren't you ashamed with all those marks?"
What can I do? That's all I can I have. I'm nothing but a dimwit right?
"Why are you so useless?"
I willed myself not to cry but deep down, I'm bursting inside. I'm in pain but trying to endure it silently.
"You're a disgrace! A disgrace which could have blasted the good name of our family, the Alcantara clan" dad exclaimed before finally turning away. I saw Mom's pitiful face before following her husband. A countess looked with sad and sternly serious eyes at me before turning her back.
I tearfully picked up the papers that had scattered on the floor.
No matter what I do, no matter how hard I study, I will never be my sister. I don't know how to get such a high grade average. I don't know how to be my sister who's always good at everything. Academic studies? I've tried but not's suited to my active and adventurous character.
"You're so pathetic" I didn't bother turning around when I heard my sister. "Why picking up those trash dear sister?" said she, in a tone of pathetic inquiry, well sarcastically. "You need to throw it away coz your grades are such an eye sore"
I glanced up. She's eyeing me, a wry smile twisting her lips. I saw hatred, distaste the way she looks at me but enjoying how terribly looking I am now. She crossed her arms while laughing her ass off.
I hate my sister.
She's an angel infront of a lot of people but I'm the only one who knew that she's an evil. Again, she's a two-faced bitch. She has personality that would tick off the devil on his throne. Good at hiding.
She loves hurting me. She always wants to see me scolded by our parents. She's my twin but we will never get along.
"Give me that!" I told her when she took my drawing book from my hands.
"This is a trash, too. You should not keeping such" she mocks me and began tearing my drawing book apart. I tried to get it back it but she just pushed me.
"W-why?" I stuttered. My voice broke and a tear slid down my face.
She didn't bother answering me. She minds her bussiness and that is to tear my drawing in disgust. "Why? I just want to get rid of these" she said long afterwards. "Give up this lousy dream of yours. Focus on how you'll make Dad happy. Well, I forgot, you're good for nothing" she added and walked away.
I sat on the floor and kept crying. Sobbering, I grabbed the pieces that scattered all across the living room.
This is the only thing that makes me happy. Drawing, painting, taking pictures, a lousy dream for them but means a lot for me.
I hugged my knees to my chest and peered through my fingers. My eyes swollen and my chest sore from sobbing.
I just ask myself why I can't Celine. Why I'm not as smart as her. Why can't do everything she can do.
But, I don't want to copy her. Never.
"Ma'am Seellyna we are here" hearing Mang Gardo takes me back to reality. For a moment, past took over. I shook my head, I didn't realize that I was going back, thinking about my past. A nightmare of my past indeed.
I used to be someone who was oppress by my Dad's words, my family's rules. Can't even fight nor give opinion. No one give a damn even if I'm feeling down. I was manipulated into doing things I don't want.
And I'm tired of it. I don't want to be someone's puppet anymore.
I'm wearing a condescending smirk as I stepped out the car. I'm no longer a living marionette, frightened when Daddy yells, hiding even if I've done nothing wrong, just saying yes to Mom, sometimes a punching bag of my sister.
I promise I will never let that happen again. Especially how my twin treated me. She couldn't do that now coz she's lying on the hospital bed peacefully.
"Welcome to Casa Maharlika Ma'am" a hotel employee greeted me. "This way po to Mr Funtabella's Private place" I followed him. He's leading me to where I can find the man l'll be marrying.
I wish you can hear the sound of heels clacking against the floor. The echo sounds cool too but nope. I'm wearing a pair of shoes, complimenting the black clothes and jeans I chose to wear. I'm clad all with black. Well, my whole look right now was designed for one purpose. that's to embarrass my Dad infront of his future family in law.
Smile curved my lips with that thought. I can't wait to see them.
This is a dinner date of both sides, more likely introducing, me to him, him to me, the Alcantara and Funtabella, knowing their businesses, their background, their--well, I don't care. I don't agree to this. Going here is against my will. Dad should know that. I know he's not expecting this neither Mom.
I looked at my phone. I'm almost one hour late. I can imagine how Dad's silently cursing right now. And I can't wait to see what would be his reaction with how I garbed myself.
Well, I don't wish to flatter them. That's another way around. I wish to cancel the wedding by dissapointing the Funtabella's Family. I hope it works then face the consequences later.
"Welcome ma'am" a man smiled at me as he opened the door. As soon as I entered I immediately saw a man with his back turned.
He slowly look at my direction. His gaze shifted reflectively to nothing in particular.
So he's the Fiance ...
My Sister's Fiance ...