Chapter 12

"Julliette"she calls out to me but I ignore her pulling out my phone and looking at the millions of headlines popping up on my screen about the fire.Many of them being fake of course,these shameless low lives would do anything for a front page on the magazine or of course be on the news.With each swipe my blood boils.

*Unexpected explosion destroys the beautiful Julliette Wayne's private warehouse,what will become of her now with the collapsing economy?

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*Ruby Wayne caught in a ghastly fire explosion at her daughters ware house.In critical state many believe that she might not make it

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*Juliette Wayne caught at the airport having a mental breakdown amid for mother's state due to the fire outbreak.Click to see her absurd wardrobe malfunctions

Hmmmm those scheming liars

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*Devastating fire occurs at the talented designer Julliette Wayne's private warehouse in Italy.

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*Let's face it Julliette Wayne is a bit of a bitch and now her warehouse is blown to smithereens.Karma or coincidence?

Okay that does it, I've seen just enough to tick me off

"Julliette Anatasia Wayne,I am talking to you"calls out my mother making me snap my head from my phone to see her staring daggers at me

"What mother?"I burst out

"What do you mean what,I am talking about your father"

"What do you want me to say about him that he's the best father in the world?"I retort"where was he when I needed him the most,why didn't he act like my father then?"

"Are you really still holding on to that?It has been a whole damn year Julliette,why can't you just let it go?"

"I will never let it go"I shout

"How dare you raise your voice at me,I am your mother"she shouts back

"Well I don't care"I reply with tears welling in my eyes

She clearly doesn't understand how I felt when he decided to abandon and disown me.I despise for that him and that feeling will never ever leave

"Listen here young lady and listen good"she says in between teeth as she yanks my arm pulling me to come face to face with her"that man is your father and will always be your father whether you like it or not, what happened is in the past and cleared so you'd better save this attitude for the servants"she says squeezing my arm hurting me

"You're hurting me"I cry out trying to break free from her strong skin piercing grip but she ignores continuing her sentence

"So when I get discharged from this hospital today we all will go out as a family in front of the press and you will behave your little self.None of what happened in this room will leave this room understood?"she says with finality as she lets go of my throbbing arm as I clutch it in pain.

She relaxes my on the bed facing the ceiling

"The doctors will be here any minute now and so will your father so go wash your face and put on your best fucking smile"

"I'm not a child anymore mother,I came here because I wanted to see you not fake a happy family"I spit as a tear drops from my eye,I wipe as quick as it falls

"And who said you are?You know what your problem you're so fixated on your self and your so sensitive for no reason,get over yourself"

Sensitive?

Is that all she sees?

I scoff with another tear dropping

"I forgot I am talking to Ruby Wayne not my mother"I retort before leave the room not bothering to look at her expression.More tears slips through my eyes as I get into the elevator

I wipe my tears pulling myself together.

I can't let people see me like this

I go to the hospital lobby where my driver is not bothering to respond to the greetings from the doctors and patients

"Let's go"I command once he comes to view and he gets up and follows behind as I push the doors open pushing through the ever hungry photographers and reporters as they flashed their camera lights in my eyes shooting questions at every attempt they get.But that didn't bother me I just want to go home.

"Miss Wayne, can you please tell us the condition of your mother?"

"Miss Wayne was this an attempted assassination?"

"What is your next move now that your inventory is gone?"

"Miss"

"Miss"

"Miss"

They were driving me crazy, sticking their microphones in my face, pulling and pushing.I am beginning to get nauseated.Mr Luca dud his best to shield me from them but was failing miserably as they kept pushing him and flashing his fair share of light in his eyes.We burst through the crowd but then the reporters chase us to the car but we're fast enough to get in and slam the door and he speeds off into the distance

I sit there in the front seat beside Mr Luca gazing from the window as the conversation mother and I had.I dread every bit of it.Loathing her words as the pain in my arm throbs

A part of me regretting the fact that I came running,frightened for her just to be treated like this

But she is who she is and it will always be this way.

"Where do we go to now madam?"comes Mr Luca taking me out of the internalized turmoil

"The warehouse"

In a swift motion he turns the car to a familiar direction and zooms off.

We reached there faster than I would have liked and I find myself looking straight at a nightmarish scene of the one place that I held dear with so much pride.There we visible smokes all over the place, burnt wood and burnt fabric flew into the air.

They were right,it's burned to smithereens,gone.All my hard work and effort turned to ashes on the ground.

I get out of the car overwhelmed by the feeling of anguish and at that point I couldn't hold the tears that threatened to pour out.

"What do I do?"I whisper