The car drove through the road and soon they were at the gate and about, pulling up at the front of her house. Before she got out of the car, he held her wrist.
' Diva '. He called her, worry filling his face.
' Don't forget you are my butler '. She said to him sternly and came out of the car.
Mr. Edward afforded a sigh when he saw her reaching the entrance. At least, she understood that no one should know they were relatives. It would not be nice for the coverup and image.
Diva entered the mansion and as usual, went straight to her room. Shutting the door behind her, she dropped her bag on the bed and went straight to the bathroom. The tap turned on the next moment. She loosened her hair and soon was splattering water on her face, her hair and shirt soaking the water. Her head rose after repeatedly doing it and assessed her reflection in the mirror.
Water in drops fell from her sleeves and into the sink. Her hair sprawled on her face, shading her left eye, but behind those lashes, she could still see the reddening of the eye from all the crying.
' Arggh ' She screamed, tugging at her hair as her uncle's words rolled into her mind. ' Your father needs you.....Diva, your father needs you...Diva, he needs you more than ever '.
And slowly her father's past words came into mind. ' Diva, you a girl of challenges, I know you can go through this '. And then her father's voice at the point of one of her panic attacks. ' Baby, stay with me. Do this for your mother '. Once he had told her that her mother needs her to be strong ".
Tears rolled down her cheeks again with the water mixing with it.
Her fist held to the skin as more tears streamed. She was indeed selfish. She was always caring about herself only. She watched in the mirror, her reflection getting angrier at the minutes.
Her mother did not deserve it all. Did not meet her death. And to think that she was the only one suffering. Her head ran a roller coaster of all the pains, the endurances, the patience the attacks, and the losses. She folded her knuckles, directing them all to one person, the reason behind their agony.
She assessed her image even more. Her mother's killer would be avenged. Her intention, his agony. He would suffer in numerous amounts pains, all of them. For every bullet shot, twice would be buried in his chest. And to live, he would, to die yet another day, she would do to prolong his sufferings. He will wish for death, a thousand times. He would ask for his soul to be taken away. But yet in his anguish, he will crawl in his skin as a dead man walking yet living.
She stood still. Her reflection, fewer drops rolling to the skin, her skin before the collar, glistening wet. She poured more water on her face and looked in the mirror. Her edges, styled, washed away with the water. Black liquids fell with the water down her face, staining her inner white shirt. She removed her clothes and entered the closed bathroom, removing the others. Stepping into the shower, she turned it out to let the water wet her body.
**
Dawin entered his house and walked into the dining room to see his parents and little brother at dinner. While his parents chewed on their food, his brother was yet to place the steak in his mouth. Getting closer to the table, they all turned to see him. His mother locked her gaze with him.