chapter 52

Arletta's POV

(Back to the day I sent my sister away)

Have you ever felt a burning Ice in your chest? That is exactly what I felt when my car was getting near the black gate of our house. I didn't know what my mother was having in store for me. I didn't even bother changing the clothes, only took off my wig and left my messy hair uncombed.

Getting inside the big mansion, my mother's intense body welcomes me. Her favorite sofa at the corner had her on it with one leg on the other. Her glaring eyes, Holly Jesus!

"Mother," unlike my stable body, my stomach was burning and hard like a massive stone. She got up from her sit and walked towards me. Despite her makeup, her face was still red. Her lips were slammed together so hard that I could barely see them. Just in a flash, My face unknowingly welcomed a sharp pain and a red mark caused by her rock like palm.

"Not you too. How could you do this to me?" She screamed. My chest couldn't control itself from panting like I ran several miles non stop.

"What did I do to you mother?"

"You know what you did, damn it!"

"What did I do?" I shrugged, giving a devil laugh, "I can't recall what I did to you to the point you find the need to slap me,"

"Do you really want to play this game? You know I had to do that for her own good!"

"I thought she escaped your hands, mother," I whisper giving of a devil smirk I know it'll make her prone to more anger, "Don't tell me you were lying to us," I gasp,

"Isn't that a sin? How many whips do liars get? I mean we all need to get to heaven. That means even you, mother, need to be punished for lying and if true that you were lying," I lean closer to her face, glaring at her like a psycho, " Be punished for attempted murder. For attempting to break the fifth commandment that's above the only commandment that you cherish so damn much!"

Her face suddenly became hard, full of anger. Her jaws were clenching as fast as her hands were forming a fist. Was it good or bad? The bad thing about people like her are if they think what they did was right, not even God himself can make them change. Even if it's his voice telling them it was wrong, they would take it as the devil's voice and that is how I will never understand them.

"Now, please. I need to get myself ready for work." I turn around and head upstairs. Closing the door behind me. I finally let out a deep breath I didn't know I was holding. My chest felt this sudden relief and nervous at the same time. The house was full of beasts and Some of them were like vampires. One would only get to know they were venomous when they have caught you in their dens, money being their main inspiration.

After a while of preparing myself, I finally got off my room. Looking at the maids, the guards and other workers as I head to my car made me feel this sudden suffocation. They all screamed danger. I felt like danger. It's like I was needed in their arms for salvation. Reaching my car, I hoped in it and before I could start the engine my eyes gazed at the small note on the other sit. I took it. Reading the dark words, my eyes went wide.

THE THRESOME WAS GREAT HOW ABOUT FOURSOME NEXT TIME?

I closed my eyes breathing in and out to let the pressure out. Whoever this was, he/she knew what my mother was like and what she was capable of and was testing me. The question was, what exactly did they want?

The hours went too fast. I couldn't believe I had to go home. My heart didn't feel the need to go home. In fact, I was not at ease at the thought of going home. I got up from my chair and went the three people sofa positioned against my working desk. Looking at the ceiling with my coat hovering me, my thought went straight to her.

Was all this necessary? To feel the need to hide? To be under the venomous wings that our mother forcefully put us through? Days went like flowing water and I never went home. My office became my house. Then an apartment downtown. Then finally, my own life until now.

Despite all that, my heart has been over the edge ever since. For the past few days, I have been living like a refugee in my own country and my own home. Carlo has been following me ever since the loss of his lovely wife. Not like I had seen his face, but the action of random people pretending to not stare at me and following me around like a criminal is definitely his type of act.

Mother keeps visiting me from time to time, exactly like how I left her that day. Her body, mind and soul were just the same. Her presence as usual, always cold. It's like all she thinks is how she can actually punish me with the sins I have committed. She hasn't even heard the juicy part of my life and she is already like a lioness ready to bite anyone who dares to get near its kid. Unfortunately, this one bites her own kids.

Currently in my office, a door knocks and then opens.

"Arletta," His voice. This guy. In the middle of everything what is he doing here?

"Pablo?" Hello temptation. There isn't a day that passes by that something hasn't happened to make my heart and pulse at its highest level.

"Sorry, I know I am not supposed to be here but you'd not come to the foundation and I never thought I'd miss you so much," His face was wrinkled. What do I do with this man right now? His paces get faster as he walks towards me, crouching down as his hands gently place themselves on mine, "Look, I know we don't have any future and this is absolutely wrong but.." He shakes his head, "Plus something keeps telling me you are not okay"

"Pablo," I place his hands away from mine, getting up from my seat, "Thank you for your concern but your presence here could put me in danger so please, just leave," I cross my arms wishing to look anywhere but him.

He presses his lips together before telling me, "Well I wish you well. I really hope someday we'd meet again," He steps closer to me

"Pablo," I whisper a warning, my body, mind and soul not having a good vibe about this. My hands raise goose bumps the moment he touches them, making my pulse a little higher, "Pablo," His lips get leans towards mine when a door opens.

"Mother?!" I gasp. I am doomed. The devil shouldn't be thought or spoken of because that is what has drawn my mother here.