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Chapter 11 - Escaping My Reality - A Question to Ask

'I'm starting to get used to this Isekai thing'

"What do you mean Isekai?" 

Zane Leo asks while wearing only pants exposing his abs since he only got out of the shower, his hair is still wet so he has a towel on his head. 

Nayla Anne is staring at Zane Leo in shock and figuring out what she should do in that type of situation. 

"Di- Did something happen between us?" 

"What?! No! I'm not that type of person! Do you even see yourself naked?" Zane Leo replied while getting embarrassed.

'There's a lot of scenes in my head and it's making my head explode, how long should I even endure? what's happening to me?'

"I'm sorry but can you please explain what happened that night?" 

"You mean how you puke on my newly bought shoes?" Zane Leo said while fake smiling at Nayla.

"I'll give you a new one! I promise" 

Zane Leo smirked and said,

"How can you give me a new one? It's a limited edition and I bought it overseas" 

When Nayla heard that, she suddenly felt heavy and hopeless.

"Okay, okay. How about I'll just do you a favor? You can ask me anything!" 

Zane Leo couldn't resist the bright smile and cute reaction of Nayla so he agreed.

"Fine, you owe me one." 

"I'll leave now then, thank you for letting me stay here!" 

She hurriedly took her stuff and left, on her way home she called Luna.

"Where the heck are you?!" Nayla asks.

"Home, why?"

"You left me with Zane! What's the matter with you?!"

"Well, I'm drunk as well! Of course, I'll go home. I can't even carry you because you won't wake up. So I left you with Zane"

"You'll hear a lot from me later! But before that, we need a salesperson especially tomorrow for the sale."

"Well, as I check for the applications on our site, Laurence is the only one qualified for the position. The rest is a meh" 

"Fine, text him for the interview at the shop later and I'll check for more applicants."

"Okay, so how's staying wit-"

Nayla hangs up the phone because she knows Luna will only ask her stupid questions. When she arrived at her apartment, a woman in her late 40s, with short height, curly hair, wearing heavy makeup, and flashy clothes was waiting outside her door holding papers.

"Why are you here, Auntie?" Nayla asks with a serious face.

"Finally, I've been waiting for you. A single woman like you just getting home right now, What would your mother say if she were here?" Auntie of Nayla said while smirking.

"Mind your own business, if you have nothing to say just leave then." 

Nayla holds the door of her apartment to enter but her auntie stops her. 

"Sign this paper, that you agree to equal share of the property from your Parents."

"No, you already read the will. They belong to me as the attorn--."

Her auntie suddenly slaps her in the face.

"You! You don't even know how to be thankful. After all, I've done for you, I fed you, brought you clothes, I even let you study! And this is how you repay me?!"

"Repay you? Then thank you for the leftover food, the used clothes that you threw at me, the scholarship that I received due to my hard work even though you already received the Insurance money that my parents left for me, but you only used it for yourself and your family. Now you want my parent's property?"

"You don't have any respect, how could you answer me like that!"

When she was about to slap Nayla again, her phone rang.

"This is not the end, I'll be back!" Nayla's Auntie said.

Nayla enters her apartment feeling numb and doesn't have a reaction on her face after what happened. Even though they mistreated her for the past years, she got the same reaction of nothing, she endures the pain and humiliation because she had no choice back then until she became numb and got used to it. Every month her Auntie is forcing her to sign the papers she handing out for their benefit, but since Nayla Anne is old enough to make her decision, she refuses them a lot of times. 

'What a normal day to start. I have to hurry and go to my shop'