Chapter 6 Worlds Apart
Chapter 6: Worlds Apart
Allan stood frozen for a while as he took in his surroundings. It was very different from what he had always known. He knew people were rich, he had seen videos online of houses and cars but he had never been in one.
Calling this place a house was saying the least. It was more of a castle. Allan wondered how many rooms this castle had. He noticed the architectural design of the living room which was adorned with exquisite art works. Although a medical student, Allan had a thing for designs and arts.
Florence noticed her son standing transfixed and lost in his own world. She saw his burning gaze. Although he liked to act tough on the outside like nothing ever got to him, she knew deep down that he was a softy.
She felt a ting of regret that she couldn't give her children the life they deserved.
"Allan, I will be going to the servant quarters to change, please just stay put and don't touch anything. I will be right back" Florence said giving Allan a stern look.
"I heard you Ma, I will be good" Allan said to his mother with a smirk on his face.
Florence left to go change into her uniform and Allan decided to explore a little. He was immediately drawn to a painting on the wall.
It was a fauve art and the colors were vibrant and it had the ability to pull one in.
As an art enthusiast, Allan couldn't help but be immersed in the piece.
Meanwhile Golden, locked in her room couldn't get over the pain of the previous night.
She wished that Varney had left her. It would have been better if she had died on Velez's table instead of continuing to live like this.
Although Florence had cleaned up the shards of broken glass from her room and replaced the broken mirror with another. Golden used a blanket to cover the mirror. She didn't want to see her reflection.
If she didn't have to look at herself, she wouldn't be reminded of how ugly her body was.
She only had a small hand mirror. Her face was the only part of her body she liked. Although a little chubby, it was the only beautiful part of her body.
She had inherited her mother's facial features and she was at least grateful for that.
Why did she have to be fat?
Why did she have to have this body?
Why couldn't she be like the rest of her peers?
So many whys occupied her thoughts with no answers.
She had been a fool to think someone like Allan would actually want to go on a date with her
She had a crush on him since forever. The first day he walked into class, she was totally smitten. She knew she didn't have a chance with him. He embodied the bad boy persona so well and such boys only went for the hottest girls.
She was intrigued with his dreadlocks and the tattoos on his body. Although she didn't understand how he could be a medical student and still be inked. Everyone knew that people with tattoos weren't allowed to donate blood. But that's what made Allan Allan.
It would have been better if he hadn't approached her in the library that day. She felt like a total idiot for believing he truly wanted to take her out on a date. She felt even more stupid for trying to look sexy, just because he said so.
She could still hear the laughter and the taunting. How did Linda know that she was waiting at the restaurant and what she was wearing?
Did Allan tell his friends about it? Perhaps they even had a bet and discussed how to prank the pathetic Golden.
Fresh tears started flowing down her eyes as realization hit her.
Golden opened her wardrobe and grabbed the dress she wore that night and with a silent rage picked up a scissors and began to rip the dress into pieces.
While tearing up the dress, she accidentally cut herself with the scissors and her finger began to bleed.
Golden watched her blood drip onto her cream colored comforter on her bed. She had once considered ending it but was never able to go through with it.
After what seemed like forever, she stood up and went into the bathroom to get her wound cleaned up and bandaged.
She splashed some water on her face and dried it. Then she went into the room and changed out of the cloth that had been soiled with the blood. She put on a comfortable lounge wear and decided to head downstairs.
All that crying had made her hungry and as much as she didn't want to, food was her comfort place. And she was craving some cake and parfait.
Golden picked up her phone and scrolling through her email, she left her room in her lounge wear and her bunny slippers.
Coming down the stairs, engrossed in her phone, Golden didn't notice Allan standing with his back to her admiring a painting on the wall.
She ran into him, bumping her head on his back.
"Ouch! I'm so sorry I didn't see..." Golden froze and her phone dropped on the marble floor as she realized who she had just run into.
There was a turmoil ragging inside her.
What was Allan doing in her home?
How did he even know where she lived?
Her heart started palpitating and her breathing became labored. It felt like she was about to have an attack. This couldn't be happening.
She couldn't have an attack right now, not in front of Allan. She didn't want to feel more pathetic than she already felt.
But then her body wasn't listening to her. Her chest began to close up and she began gasping for breath Allan was shocked to see Golden. What was she doing here?
Then as if realizing something, he tried to conceal his shock. What were the odds that his mother actually worked for the Nixon's?
He was lost in thought as he remembered that he was here to clean with his mother. He came to clean the house of the girl he stood up and made the joke of the whole school.