A month later!Stamping my imprints on the red carpet as I start down the aisle, I am beyond enthusiastic. Things have been nothing but blissful for the past one month.Grego has ascertained his devotion to being a son and a brother that he has never been since birth. He has authenticated the worth of the second chance he was given. He is now working for his parent's insurance company as a marketer. Yes, he said he will take things from the bottom up. Not receiving favors from anyone for anything. He is dedicated and aggressive in working his way up. His relationship with his family has amplified remarkably. Their parents are so happy and contented. And Jerol, he is no less happy. Well, and Ellie?Ellie... Ellie... Ellie!!!She is just there, happy with her child which is due next month, and happy with Grego too. Her relationship with Jerol is just, gross. They exchange nothing more than pleasantries and that too, only when it's necessary. Well, I haven't gotten close to her as well,
White ceiling, blue-themed room. I blink a couple of times. "I am alive." I murmur to myself. The last thing I remember is falling into the middle of the road after a car hit me. I thought that was the end of me and my miserable pathetic life, but it seems my time is not up yet! I don't know whether to be happy about that or not, though. Sigh!Wait. where am I? This sure is not a hospital bed. This heavy-duty mattress, how many inches is it anyway? And this expensive white bed.. I think it's what they call king or queen size? Did I wake up in paradise or am I in the afterlife? My head hurts, but I pull myself up and sit up, leaning backwards to support my bandaged head. I am glad I don't have fractured bones, but a side of my hip hurts, alongside my bandaged head and arm. The door opens, which is quite a distance from the bed because this room is enough to accommodate five more beds of the same size. A man saunters in. Adorable height, medium size body and finest jaws. This is a b
It comes to a certain point in life when you are too intoxicated with everything. That point when you can't even recognize who or what you are anymore. That point where everything and everyone sucks. That time when you can't even explain when or how things got this far. That point where you are certain that things will never be like before again. That is where I am right now, I, Tessa Angeline! Damn! It slipped my mind that I now have something I never had - a surname! I'm now Tessa Angeline McCall! I don't know what anyone in my shoes would choose to do in my situation, but I have chosen to end this toxic relationship between me and this woman who I call mother. She doesn't want me, and I don't need her either. It's not like any of us needed the other from the start anyway. Oh, wait, I know. She needed me to feed out her anger and frustrations on, and to be her breadwinner. But that is over now! Call me bitchy. Call me stupid. Call me childish. Or an ungrateful witch like she calls
"And that gave you the right to trade me off to a stranger like I am garbage, huh, mother? Selling me off like trash? You could have asked me to leave your house if you did not want me here anymore. Not like you ever wanted me anyway. But this, mother? Who gave you that right? What gave you the audacity to do this despicable act? Tell me? Is it money? Wasn't I the one who has been feeding you ever since...""Shut your trump, you who're!" She hollers, cutting me off. Whore? She must be referring to herself, not me. Her face is burning with anger. Truth hurts, huh? That is just great to know because I intend to pour all that she has made me feel throughout the years. Nothing will be left unsaid. We are lying it all here. She points a finger to my face. If it was before now, I would be cowering, trembling with fear, but not today. Today my guards are all on. "What am I to you, little witch? A child that you can scold however you want? Better shut up before I do it for you. You are right,
Walking in through the entrance of The Great Westview mall feels like walking through the gate of heaven. Deep inside I feel so cheap walking on the sparkling tiles, and clinging to this rich god beside me isn't lessening the feeling. I don't remember the year I lastly walked into a mini supermarket, and I have never set my feet in a mall, not to talk of a classic one like this one. I hold on tight to the arm of Jerol, and we make our way in, to shop for the event of the day after tomorrow. I am yet to know what kind of an event it will be, because Jerol said he would tell me all about it tomorrow and what I have to do. Considering his temper or anger or whatever his reaction can be called, I opted not to insist. I respected his decision, just like he respected mine when he asked what the deal between me and my mother is, or rather, was, and I told him I didn't want to talk about that subject, and he understood. He didn't push it. If we are going to understand and respect each other
PARTY REHEARSAL "Your brain is better than I thought." "Are you trying to be rude or insulting right now?" "No. Alright, sorry. Let's go over it once more time." We are sitting in our bedroom. Yes, ours - me and Jerol's. Don't look at me like that, sha!It was his idea, or should I say, one of the rules. As a married couple, we should sleep in one room, and on the same bed to avoid compromising issues. I didn't see any point of disagreeing, because he promised never to touch me, or disrespect me in any way. How can he do that, when the first rule of the contract clearly states that no falling in love? No feelings will be involved in this fake marriage. I guess that puts me on a safer side, right? Yeah. No love, no romance. No love, no touchy touchy. Sleeping beside him ain't such a big deal. I don't think he is as dangerous as a dog to bite me while asleep. Or a wolf, meh!We have been going over this for the last couple of minutes, and his mood today is no difference. Arrogant,
"Wow, wow! I don't know whether to be proud of my work or be jealous of your beauty, madam!" My make up artist says, stepping away from me. I stand up, to have a good look at the woman in the reflection because I doubt it's really me. My, my, my! Tessa! Is this really me? I lift my hand to my face, well polished up with ponds and and perfectly made eyebrows. I run my hands smoothly and with care through my styled hair. I guess it's really me, then, huh! Tessa Angeline McCall! With this new look, I am sure I will not embarrass my rich husband. Speaking of him, where is he?"Thank you so much for this. You are really a great makeup artist.""Well, thank you madam. I'll take my leave now. Enjoy your day, madam, and if ever you need my services again, I will be happy to lender them to you.""Thank you. I sure wouldn't look somewhere else. And please, call me Tessa.""Alright. See you again, Tessa." She walks out, after packing her belongings in her makeup kit, while I am left to admire
"Father!" Jerol greets the man whom I suppose is in his late sixties, and they brace in these quick manly hugs that do not last even for a second. They seem to have not so much in common in terms of physical features, except for the eyes and jaws. However, that is not a problem in anyway. What baffles me is the elegant woman who was trailing behind this man. Her eyes have not left me since she saw me, and I am getting uncomfortable. If it's an assessment she is doing, I highly doubt I will pass. The look she is giving me is not anywhere close to like or approval. It's a look of disapproval...I don't like it. "Welcome, father. Mother!" He takes a step to hug his mother who glitters with adoration the moment his son speaks to him."Hey, son!" She says, enveloping her son in a motherly hug. If only I knew the feeling, I would be able to know how exactly Jerol is feeling right now in his mother's loving arms. But I never received a motherly hug the whole of my life, so, I can only imagi