Chapter 23

Ssss

It rained today,

The smell of wet soil and morning gloom hits my nostrils. The sky is dull, no sunshine today.

I turned on my speaker and carefully selects my sad, mournful song.

Getting in the bathroom, I let the warm water hit my bare body. I think of what happened yester-night, dad is really gone, is he?

Looking myself in the bathroom mirror, I see, I can't comprehend what I am seeing. 

This girl standing in front of the mirror, who is she? Does she know herself?

I wipe the moist that is covering the mirror and try to look at my reflection carefully, a second look and I lose interest in myself.

I walk to the closet, letting the towel fall off my body, I pick the black dress, 

"can we show our emotions today?"

"Yes," 

Today I want to walk out of this door, portray my emotions for once,

I want to let people see me, not me, but the grief in me, I want them to tell me "sorry for what happened," "I want to feel how sympathy looks on me," "I want someone to hold me and look me in the eyes then hug me by just looking at the pain in my eyes," 

This is my aim.

I remove the dress from the hanger, open the zip and slip it in my body. I look at myself in the mirror, confidence in what I have dressed in.

"Be bold, Daniella," I say to my reflection.

"Daniella, Daniella, I hear my mother shouting from the corridor. Before I can get the chance to answer or respond to her calling, she has already burged in my room.

"Daniella, she calls with anger in her tone.

I face her, giving her a look, but I don't want to face her in the eyes.

"Who died Daniella? Who? Are you going to you're your father so respectfully that you had your dress with you today?" She asks rudely, shaking my shoulders.

Why is she not even remorseful, why can't she just for once be a good mother, mourn her husband as a good woman?

She moved to the direction of my speaker, picked it up and stepped on it until it broke, picking a piece and shoving it in my face," listen to me, and listen very carefully, take off that filthy for nothing dress, your boyfriend is downstairs waiting for you, look for a nice shouting colour and put it in your filthy body. You are going to walk out of this house like nothing happened yesterday, and you will put a smile on your face like a little obedient girl. You are going to school, and you are going to learn. It's a normal day, don't try and show me your pathetic emotions, I don't care!" 

She finished her little speech and got out of my room, banging the door behind her which left me a little shaken.

I wanted to cry, break down and cry for the whole day. That was not going to happen.

I moved to my vanity table, picked my makeup applied it on my darkened areas, applied some nude lipstick, blow-dried my hair to make it wavy and this was the lady my mother wanted to see. 

"Sorry self, you are not allowed to be bold. Keep your emotions to yourself!" I said yo my reflection.

Picking the backpack with my necessary things, I removed my sneakers and replaced them with black heels.

School, here we come!

Walking downstairs, 

He was already there. His gym bag in his left hand, his backpack in the left hand. I hated his sight today. I don't want to see his asshole of a face, but I had no otherwise, am stuck with him for eternity. He was busy talking with my mother about what?

I won't know, I ignored them and passed towards the dining table to get my breakfast but suddenly my appetite flew through the window when he spoke, 

"Are you going to pretend that you don't know me?" He asked, leaning down to kiss my cheeks.

I wanted to throw a word at him, but my mother was glaring at me, warning me to be disciplined.

"Sorry babe," I mumbled, giving in to his kiss.

He walked and sat on my dad's chair.

Why?

That is my dad's chair, asshole, and you are not allowed to sit on it! Who do you think you are? Get out of that chair!

But I could lash out those words at him, instead I just picked my food and swirled them around the fork with no intention of eating it.

"How is dad doing, mum?" I asked, concentrating on my food.

"Daniella we need to be in school, your dad will come later," Vin replied wiping his mouth and picking his bag ready to leave.

My mother was just there, looking at him control things, mostly me without helping me out.

I picked my backpack and headed out.

Our chauffeur was already waiting for us,

Yeah us,

Vin and me, the couple.

I got into the car and settled myself, concentrating on my phone.

Vin got in and left the bags down for the chauffeur to place them in the booth of the car.

"Can't he do one thing by himself without involving people?" I wondered silently.

Looking at my phone, I saw two messages, one from Stella and one from David's.

I quickly opened the one from Davids, just out of curiosity. Too sad it was blank.

Why would she send me a blank text? 

I just hate her now.

I opened Stella's text, my anger built up as I saw a picture of her, David's and Damien at a restaurant eating and drinking.

"What the hell?" I shouted.

"What's wrong?" Asked Vin.

"Nothing," I said, eyeing him with the corner of my eyes.

So Stella is replacing me with David's and Damien. Why is she even out with them?

I texted back; "is this to make me feel jealousy? Or is this what happens when you receive a call from someone, and you don't answer back."

I closed my phone and threw it inside my bag.

Looking out to the window, I felt something moving on my thighs, looking closely, Vin was busy pushing his hands inside my thighs. I pushed his hands, but he was persistent.

"Daniella, don't think that today you are going to show my your bad side? You don't want to join your dad whenever he is!" He barked.

My heart skipped a beat, "what does he know about my dad?" 

Hope he is not dead. Where did they take him to?

"Listen to me and listen to me carefully, when we get to school, we are going to act as the cute couples, you are going to pretend something happened yesterday, and you are going to be the girl your mother taught you to be, do you hear me?" He asked angrily.

"Ye..... Yes!" I replied shaken.

I just didn't want to be the one he unleashes his wrath on this morning.

"Good now be a good girl and open your legs for me," he said.

I silently did as he said and forcefully entered me.

As always, eyes closed, I wanted him done with this.