Getting fired from Sky Blue hotel was painful since its payment covers more than half of my income but I wasn't this devastated as I am now. I didn't realize how much I have become emotionally attached to Mr Ken and his family, that getting fired from the restaurant doesn't seem like I am losing a job rather a family.
It hurts. It hurts so bad!
As I walked hopelessly to nowhere in particular I couldn't stop the tears licking from my eyes. I have been holding them inside with all my strength as I didn't want to give that fool, Liam, the satisfaction of seeing me cry. I know he takes pleasure in my pain and suffering.
I honestly thought I had seen the last of him when he got me fired from the hotel but like a vicious, stubborn cancer he spouted his ugly head in my life once more to ruin me.
In the space of 24 hours I have lost both jobs. I have lost everything!
I was abruptly taken away from my thoughts when I had a loud, whooshing noise behind me that sounded like the engine of a vehicle moving at an insanely fast speed.
It all happened so fast. I had barely enough time to react. I couldn't get out of the way. I was so sure the vehicle was going to run me over and squash me like a bug but it just zoomed past my side by the slightest, leaving me unharmed. However, its tires caused some stagnant pool of dirty water on the road to splash all over me, some of the dirt even got on my face.
Like what the fuck?!
I couldn't even speak or shout. I was both in shock, angry and petrified. I could have just died!
Should I be grateful that I wasn't run over by the vehicle or should I be angry that it splashed me dirty water? To be honest I was more relieved that I was alive. I can still wash off the diet from my clothes and bathe myself clean but I can't give myself a new leg or life if I was run over. So for some seconds there I was counting myself lucky not until the vehicle that drove past me so recklessly, a red convertible ferrari slowed down and came to a stop ahead of me and I saw who the driver was.
Liam!
I didn't feel relieved any more, rather I felt a blazing rage.
"You!" I yelled.
"You did this on purpose!" I gnashed my teeth as I approached him and he solidified my claim with a sly, wicked smile.
"You look a mess. Watch where you walk next time," he said, his words triggering me like a gun.
"You are so dead!..."
I knew I would descend on him like an animal if I lay my hands on him but before I could get to his car he zoomed off.
"Hey! Come back here. I am not done with you!" I chased after him but it was hopeless he just moved out of sight.
I was left feeling angry, frustrated and hopeless! And as I walked people kept avoiding and giving me an awkward, disgusted look as if I was smelling. I do not blame them though. I am in fact smelling. At this point I am shit!
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"Hahaha...." I just kept laughing happily as I drove away watching her futile chase.
My idea of splashing dirty water on her was a super great one. I wish I can repeat that action over and over again for like 20 times in a row though it was not my initial plan. I had planned on running her over with my car not too hard for a fatal injury but hard enough to break some bones- like her legs. However in the last seconds I had a change of mind and the pool of dirty water on the road provided a perfect alternative.
The angry and frustrated look on her face was golden but I was sure she would have slapped my face to infinity if she had gotten a hold of me and that's why I quickly sped off. However I ain't done with her. I still have a lot of suffering planned for her. This is just the beginning...
Killing the car engine I came down staring at the impressive structure before my eyes. I have seen a lot of beautiful buildings around the world but I still haven't seen anyone as beautiful and magnificent as this one, well what do I expect? It is owned by the wealthiest man in the world! My father.
"Welcome back home young master." A slender tall man with a trimmed mustache, dressed in a black fitted suit welcomed me into the living room with a charming smile.
"How are you, Russell?" I said, a genuine smile forming on my face..
Russell has been taking care of the house and everyone in it since when I can remember. He is the family butler and I consider him family as well. He and my nanny madam Juliet practically raised me up as parents as my dad was never around and my step mom Gloria just doesn't have my time. I could walk on fire and she wouldn't even bait an eye at my direction. Don't ask me about my biological mother cause I don't know. I know nothing about her, not even her first name.
"I am fine, young master," he replied.
"Is the old man in?" I asked.
"Your father isn't home. If I remember correctly he traveled this morning for an important business matter," he answered.
"I should have known. Always working like a jackass. Somebody needs to tell that old man it's okay to rest sometimes. He is the freaking richest man in the world for God sake!" I said, slightly annoyed at my father's habit of working round the clock.
I remember those times I had to celebrate my birthday as a kid wishing he was there but he never was. All I saw of him were the many birthday presents and gifts he sent. I cared little for those gifts. All I really wanted was to see him…
"Maybe that's what got him in that position in the first place. Don't you think so?" Russell said getting me out of my thoughts and I couldn't help but smile as his words made a lot of sense.
"True but what's the point of having all the money in the world without having time to enjoy it?" I asked.
"I think that's where you come into play sir," he said and I chuckled a bit.
"So would you say I am doing a good job of spending father's money?" I smirked.
"Well he is still the richest man on the planet by a mile so I will say no," he said and I laughed, placing my hand on his shoulder.
"I have always told you you will make a very fine stand up comedian, Russell," I said.
"I tried that once but was thrown out of the place. I don't think they quite get my jokes," he joked with a straight face and I couldn't help but laugh some more.
Russell really has a great sense of humor. I guess that's why we get along so well...
"They must be foolish. Anyways I am retiring to my room. I am so tired I need to get some rest. I won't be entertaining any guests," I said and he nodded.
"Understood young master," he said and I made my way to my room, ascending up the stairs.
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I didn't know how I even managed to get home with all the bad stares and side talks. I even heard one lady telling her little daughter to avoid me, that I was a bagger. She said it loud enough for me to hear. It's so strange that humans are quick to judge and assume the worst than to help. Anyways I do not blame them, the only person I blame here is that fool, Liam. Getting me fired from both jobs wasn't enough; he still had to splash dirty water on me just because I gave him a little slap??
God help him I don't get my hands on him cause I will definitely make him pay for this! A million slaps!!
"What's that awful smell?" My step sister Sandra uttered when I stepped into the living room, covering her nose with both hands afterwards and I just signed embarrassedly.
That would be me?
"You smell like shit. Did you have sex with a fucking skunk or something?" She said as I walked past her.
"No I didn't. I was actually_" I wanted to explain to her when she cut me short.
"Don't talk to me! Leave this place. Gosh you smell so horrible! I am going to puke. Leave!" She discharged me, squeezing her face in disgust and irritation
Why do I even bother?
Doing as she said I went to my room. I needed to scrub my flesh all the way to.my bones to get rid of this bad stench and this particular dress would be dry-cleaned special before I will be able to wear it again.
Stripping myself naked I dumped the dirty dress in an empty basket then got into the bathroom. I turned on the shower and the cool water came down on me washing off the dirt but that wasn't still enough. I needed a thorough cleansing so grabbing hold of the sponge and soap I started scrubbing my body rather roughly with it.
I wished I could wash more than the dirt away. I wish I could wash away the frustration and anger in my heart as well, even better. I wish I can wash away ever encountering Liam. My life would have still been normal and peaceful if I had not met him today at the hotel.
I hate him. I hate Liam Henderson!
I scrubbed myself even harder just thinking about how I hated Liam and how I wish I had the power to make him suffer just like he had done to me. I even imagined just slapping him non-stop till he loses all of his teeth...
As I was washing myself with my eyes closed I suddenly had this strange feeling that someone was watching me and that caused me to open my eyes and just there by the bathroom door I could see a face peeping with lustful eyes.
"Ahhh!" I screamed out.