Smiles walked out of the company building and stood by the roadside as usual waiting for a taxi. There was no Derrick to drive her home today because he had to go search more on his missing sister.
Not like she needed him now, all she wished for was to be left alone. Thank goodness he wasn't here like that wish of hers wouldn't have been granted
Behind, was Keane and Lisa coming out of the building hand in hand with each other.
She saw them and was quick to divert her gaze away from them. She knew herself better than to watch them being all lovey.
As usual, his car stopped before him and they drove away.
She watches them leave, with no form of emotion. She's learned to brace herself and not be the emotional type she's always been.
Stopping a taxi, she buds in quietly gazing at nothing, seemingly lost in thought.
Her drive home was somehow long because of the constant stops they had to make but it didn't bother her one bit, she wasn't conscious of her surroundings either.
She stepped out of the car, and stood before the big white mansion, gazing at it. This is the mansion she's come to know as her home, that was before, not until she learned the truth today.
It has never been a home, and it will never be. Guess she was just fooling herself, trying to make her aching heart ach less but little did she know she was silently making herself to be adapted to the comfort in the four corners of this mansion, loving it only to leave it in the end.
Was she going to leave? That she couldn't say, it all depends on him…Keane, her master. Whatever he says holds.
With a heavy heart, she walks into the mansion. He wasn't back, it felt strange somehow but for a second there, it didn't feel strange.
He must be spending time with her, that's for sure.
"Love is torture" she murmurs pushing open her door.
No longer, she heard footsteps coming through the corridor.
It was the very first time she's gotten a footstep since she entered this mansion. Not even when Keane is back from work.
Curious to know who it was, she opened slightly on the door piping outside.
She saw them. Keane held her by the hand leading her to his room.
Silently watching them, tears roll down her cheeks.
She can't remember the last time she entered his room, and it hurts knowing she got to enter without even trying.
Her lips were trembling, threatening to expose her.
She was quick to close her mouth with her hands, stopping the sound from coming out.
Closing the door quietly, she goes to the bath and switches on the shower letting the cold water fall down her body.
"What were you expecting? To be treated like a queen?..." She scoffs at sneezing.
"You're nobody to him…no one important…can't you see?" She said crying. It was the only place she could cry freely knowing him around.
"Can't you see you are making a big mistake here…can't you?" She asked in a cracked voice, falling to the ground.
"You have fallen for the wrong person…can't you see that you are just a nobody to him? Only his pleasure bag?" She cries out, trembling. This pain, the pain she is feeling now is unlike the pains she's felt before.
It hurts right to her bones, rendering her paralyzed.
"He will never love you, even if you sacrifice your most priceless possession…never" She just couldn't stay strong. He broke right through her defense even before she could realize it and it hurt like the flames in hell and more.
"Don't hope, stop hoping…just let it go, please!" She begs to no one but herself. If she could stop herself from feeling all these, she would gladly do it but she can't. For the second time in her entire life, she wished she was truly a fairy godmother.
She didn't know how long she'd spent in the cold shower and only switched it off when she was trembling nonstop, sneezing from time to time.
She's caught a cold.
Removing her already-drenched clothes, she quickly watches it before stepping out of the bath, drying off her body, and making sure to put on something thick, warm, and long. Tugging herself under the thick warm sheets.
She woke up to the bright sunlight shining piercingly through the transparent glass windows. She attempts to get up but only ends up falling back on the bed because of her throbbing head as she winches in pain.
There was nothing she could do other than lay back down, waiting for God to know how long the headache would go away.
Her stomach grumbles, reminding her she didn't eat dinner last night.
Her face blooms into a bright smile at the sight of the chocolate boxes lying by her bedside.
Derrick bought it for her the last time because she demanded it but she didn't get to eat it because of how lost she was, guess it was meant for this day, this moment.
She picks up one pack and quickly devours it like a hungry kitten. A smile spread on her lips remembering what Derrick said before agreeing to buy her the chocolates.
"You are like a good combination of a cute little puppy and a cute little kitten…making you such an adorable thing…I will have to take you to a cute baby crawling competition if you keep on putting on that face" said Derrick to her.
Shaking her head, she takes all the chocolate boxes, placing them by the side for easy access as she eats on the second one smiling.
She spent the rest of her day inside, it was a Saturday after all, so no work for her.
She willingly didn't show up downstairs hoping Keane might come looking for her but to her dismay, he didn't.
But still, her gaze never left the door. Deep down, she believes he will, even though the signs were all over the walls, and it didn't need a soothsayer to say it.
Will he come looking for her or will her wait be in vain?