Elena
I let out a long sigh as I take the driver’s seat. I want to cry. I feel terribly annoyed and sick. My throat feels sore from the remaining tears I’ve been holding back.
“Elena, you look pale. Are you okay?” Ella asks.
I’m burying my head in the steering wheel, trying to calm myself before starting the car.
“I don’t know, I will be fine.” I say carefully. I don’t want Ella to know anything about what I face in school. I’m keeping her out of this. I wish I could also keep her out of this school. They might come for her; I don’t trust my mates.
“Elena I don’t like you this way. Wait, I have an idea, this would put you in a better mood.” she smiles and shows her phone to me.
“What is that?” I frown, trying to give her my attention.
“There’s a party tonight, can you go with me? It might cheer you up.” she asks, staring expectantly at me.
“A party? Whose party?” I ask. It’s her first day in Ivy Prose and she already started making friends?
Well, I shouldn’t be surprised. She’s this naughty party kind of girl, and yeah, she talks a lot. It is possible for her to make friends already. That is one of her abilities.
“It’s Darius French’s party. They are fucking rich, Elena.” she says.
My pulse rises, my eyes widen as I glance at her. What the heck?
“Ella, you can’t go to that party. And I’m certainly not going.” I almost yell at her, but I bring my voice down at the confusion on her face. It is obvious she doesn’t know who these people are yet. They invited her to the party?
“Why the fuck would you say that?” her smile disappears. I bite my lips, thinking of a reasonable answer to why she can’t attend the party.
“Ella, I don’t think it would be good.” I tell her but she’s frowning at me. It’s as though I don’t want her to have fun, which is not true.
“Elena, I’m going to go to this party since I am invited. I can see you don’t want to go, then stay back home but please don’t convince me not to, or else I will be very mad at you.” she says angrily at my face, focusing back on her chatting with someone.
I hear her hiss. She must be mad, but I didn’t mean to make her angry. I’m trying to protect her but how the heck would I do that? I start my car and drive out of the parking lot.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to discourage you.” I say, riding smoothly to our way home.
“That’s fine. I will go alone.” she says, and my chest is getting tight.
I remain quiet, thinking of what to do to stop her. I can’t go to the Quads’ party. I wonder what it’s for. Why are they holding a party tonight at their mansion? I don’t want to go. I have faced enough problems for the day. I want to stay away from those ugly gossips from the students and those devilish Quads. With the way the students have been staring at me with so much hate, does that mean they also know it was a rape video? How come I’m the only one who isn’t aware of this? I fucking didn’t do that. I’m innocent if this is the case.
I pull up into our garage and I see my mom’s car. She’s home. Avera leaves the house and comes back like a ghost. She doesn’t even tell anything to me. Of course, why would she? She doesn’t care a bit about me. She gives off that attitude whenever I’m around her.
I park beside the car my dad bought for her on her birthday. I kind of hate my dad for showing her more love than she deserves. He made sure she never lacks of anything, but that fucking mother of mine didn’t feel any sadness when he died, and after his death, she acts free like a bird. While I feel like a half dead bird whose wings had been crumpled. Dad’s presence made those wings grow for me, but they start to fall off when he died. She never cried at his funeral. I cried when I was alone. What I hate the most was dad never getting to say goodbye to me. I cry when I think of it, and the last day I saw him.
Two Years Ago.
Dad is sitting at the couch in his study room, having coffee while he reads. He is a bookworm like me. I took my love for books from him. I took after him in almost everything.
I stand at the door watching him as he sips his coffee, his eyes on the book. I smile pleasantly at him. He’s the best gift I’ve ever got in this world. Everytime I look at him, I have peace of mind.
“Hey, Angel.” he sees me at the door. He smiles as he calls me that. Unlike everyone else, he doesn’t call me Elena but calls me Angel.
“Hello, Love.” I smile, calling him that name I always call him. We are quite free and fond of each other. He’s my fucking best friend.
“Why are you still up? You have school tomorrow, go to bed, Angel.” he says softly and I smile.
“I came to say good night, Love.” I let out a soft laugh. He’s adjusting his glasses on his nose, smiling at me.
“My Angel…” he tries to stand up but I don’t let him. Mom told me he isn’t feeling well this morning so I don’t want to stress him. I move closer to him instead.
“I’m here, Love.” I say to him, leaning close and kneeling beside his study table.
“Goodnight, Angel,” he kisses my forehead, like always. I’m about to leave when he calls me again. He was hesitating but I try to give him all my attention so he can speak up. We are best friends and we don’t keep things from each other.
“No matter what happens I will always love you, my little Angel.” he kisses me again, and I walk out of the room smiling.
Present time.
I didn’t know that was a sign of him saying goodbye. Those were Dad’s last words to me. He never told me I wouldn’t see him again after that night. I crumbled. I lost my mind when mom told me my love is no more. It can’t be, I told her.
She told me he died of cancer, but why didn’t he tell me he was sick? He never said anything to his little angel that he was dying slowly. Sometimes, I kind of hate myself for never noticing he was sick. For not paying attention to any changes in him. I fucking caused his death.
How could he leave me like that? Dad never said anything. He just left me alone in this world. I’m crying as I think of it. It’s the biggest pain in my heart. I can’t ever forget it and I will never heal from it.
“I think Avera is back home.” Ella snaps me out of my thoughts. I nod at her as I wipe my reddish nose and the little tears on my cheek. It’s a little dark so she can’t see the tears in my eyes.
“Yes.” I say, pulling out of my seat belt. Ella is fast with hers so she gets out of the car first. She’s inside the house by the time I lock my car. Her room is downstairs, close to the guest room. Mine is closer to Avera’s room upstairs.
I know Ella quickly rushes to her room because of the party. Maybe she wants to get ready on time or maybe she wants to avoid me so I can’t convince her to not go. But I’m not thinking of that right now. Right now, I’m so tired and I need a long rest.
I climb upstairs to my room, not allowing anything disturb my mind. Not what Ryan told me today and not my mom’s strange attitude of going out and coming in like a ghost. Not even Ella attending the party tonight. I don’t want to care for now; I want to rest.
I climb the long staircase like a snail. When I reach upstairs, I hear my mom’s fucking voice, and my ears can’t believe the sound they’re hearing.
I hear it again, this time louder. Oh, fuck that shit! I’m suddenly pissed running to her room. Maybe I’m just imagining the sound in my head. I reach her door quickly as it’s a short distance from mine and I’m hearing the same sound, even louder. My heart breaks into pieces as I listen to it. I’m enrage, and I feel like killing her. I feel like knifing her to the chest for disrespecting dad like this.
I’m too enrage to keep quiet and leave. “You motherfucker!” I push the door open, slamming it hard to the interior wall. Tears run down my cheek as I see her naked with another man who is not my father, but my father’s fucking best friend.
Jesus Christ. Who the fuck is this woman? I’m crying, my heart is ripping apart in pain.
“You shameless pieces of trash!” I yell at the both of them. Grabbing whatever from the table next to me and throwing them to his damn face. I feel like destroying that face right now.
“Elena what are you doing here? This is my room, get out.” she demands and my heart bleeds more. I want to kill her but my legs are too numb to move. I’m crying terribly at my spot.
“You shameless bitch! How could you!” I yell.
“You can’t even respect my dad’s memory, now you are messing around in the same bedroom that he shared with you? And with his fucking best friend?” God forbid, I call her mom. “Who the fuck are you, Avera?” I ask, tilting my head in confusion and so much hate for her.
“Elena get out of my fucking room, right now!” she yells back to me. She doesn’t answer and that shameless man doesn’t even make attempts to get his fucking butt off my father’s bed.
Fuck shit! I’m crying. My heart is bleeding terribly.
I stormed out of the room and run downstairs. I can’t stay here tonight. I fucking can’t stay here. I will die or I become a murderer at my young age. I need to breathe. I need something to make me forget what I just saw.
I run to Ella’s room and find out she hasn’t left yet. I feel a little relieved. I’m going to the party. I’m getting the fuck out of this house. I can’t stay here tonight. No, I can’t.
“Hey.” she says.
“Ella let’s go. We can go in my car.” I say. I wiped my tears already before I show up in her room.
“Really?” she says, happy.
“Yes, I will join you.” I say. This is the only way to survive this night.
“Looking like that?” she asks about what I’m wearing.
“I would need one of your gowns then.” I say to her. I can’t go upstairs to pick a dress. I don’t fucking want to think of what just happened.
“Sure, you can wear any of my dresses. We have the same size after all.” she smiles. I let out a fake smile to her.
Nothing on earth can make me smile tonight, I’m dying in silence. I feel hurt seeing my dad disrespected that way. Avera is a fucking bitch. I hate having her as my mom.