Lara woke up with a splitting headache and pressed her fingers to her forehead.
"You're awake ?" she heard a soft voice ask near her.
"Why does this voice seem familiar?" She thought to herself as she continued pressing her forehead. She opened her eyes only to be welcomed by the angry face of her father. She was confused for a few minutes, And then everything came rushing back to her; she remembered the pain, Amira's victorious smile, sending a knife toward the adulterous pair.
And her father, wasn't he dead? Why is he standing before her, and why does this situation look familiar?
She bore with the pain and looked around and saw that she was in her previous room back to the time when she was still with her family. And this situation wasn't this when she had passed out from Alcohol and was brought home by a stranger. That stranger wasn't her Ed. This was the day when she had ruined her relationship with her father.
She got a start when she realized that she was back to 10 years ago, the day when it all started.
Lara closed her eyes tight to calm her emotions and then looked up to her father and admitted her wrong, wearing the most sorry look she could muster.
Carlos Brown was taken aback when he heard his daughter apologize and look so pitiful. His sweet little daughter had completely changed after she came back from abroad. Before that, Lara was just temperamental and did not like her stepmother, but apart from that, she was well-behaved and very kind. But after she came back, she disrespected everyone, made a spectacle of her fiancé and his family, and slept out every other night without telling her where she slept.
Last night, a stranger named Ed had bought her home when she was passed out from drinking; he showed me the surveillance video of her outrageous behavior at the club and said he only took her back because they shared a common friend.
That had made him so angry that he had needed to call his doctor; his ever-gentle wife had placated him, and after sleeping it off, his anger was way less. But as a father, he couldn't just let her off; he needed to start restraining her.
" Dad, I need to take a shower" Lara spoke in a small voice. Carlos came back to his senses and looked at his daughter for a second and then walked out of her room.
He soon walked back into the room and looked at her before sternly asking to give her credit cards.
The reborn Lara was more than willing to do so; after she had ruined everyone, she got all their money and became the wealthiest woman in Africa; she even rivaled some from other continents. So she wasn't interested in a few thousand in her bank account.
Carlos narrowed his eyes at her, wondering mg what trick she was up to by being so agreeable and obedient. He left her room with a feeling of apprehension.
Lara locked the door the moment her father was out; she leaned on the door and slid down into a sitting position on the floor; her head was a mess.
She went into the bathroom and decided to have a cold shower to help her wake up.
Lara let the water pour down on her as she organized her memory properly. She tried her best to remember every single detail that happened that day, and she recalled most of it.
Having that sorted out, she crouched down under the shower and reasoned all that happened to her in her past life; she remembered everything except what happened after she threw the knife. She hoped that it did a lot of damage; even if it didn't, she was going to make sure that she did a lot of damage to both of their lives.
She had already met Lara three years ago, and they had been back in Freetown City for a year; no doubt her relationship with her family was already a bit strained. And Ed has also made his appearance the same way he did.
If she remembered correctly, Ed had bought her home that day; enraged by her behavior, her father had taken all her credit cards and blocked the ones she had used long enough to memorize them.
She had confided in her best friend Amira, and she, in turn, made it seem like it was her stepmother who was trying to get between her and her father's relationship. Hence, she threw a fit and even cursed at her stepmother. This, no doubt, had made her father more disappointed in her.
Lara laughed out loud for a long time and ended up crying her heart out, how stupid she was, being led by the nose by her so-called best friend.
She shut down the shower, wrapped herself in a towel, and walked barefoot to her closet; she stood in there and looked at the clothes she once adored that now looked childish to her, but if there was one thing that never changed, it was her love for blue, all shades of blue.
She picked out a blue top and jeans and decided to just wear flip-flops as she was just planning to stay home today.
"Miss, it's breakfast time," the maid called from the door; Lara furrowed her brows and looked at the time to see that it was still 7:40 am; no wonder her head hurt so much. She had been out clubbing and getting drunk all night and now she was up so early, it's a miracle she didn't faint in the shower. But everything aside, she decided to go down and join her family for breakfast. After all, it was a Sunday, and everyone was home.
Lara walked out of her room with a destination in mind, only to bump into someone; looking at that person's eyes made her stiffen, and her blood ran cold.