"Take a seat."
Nikaela softly sat on one of the executive chairs in front of her Dad's wide, wooden office table.
"I will be straightforward to you, Nikaela." Her Dad said who's relaxed on his sit.
She released a sigh and confidently faced her Dad.
"A-- About?"
Her Dad seriously face her with the both hands on the table.
"Broke up with him."
Word's sinking in...
B-- Broke up?
Nikaela's brows furrowed, "What did you just say Dad?" Looks at the different way. "Broke up? With Simon?" She said with a bit laugh.
"Nikaela be mature enough."
"Is this what you call 'mature enough' ?" Nikaela chirped.
"How many times do I have to say to you Dad... I'll not going to do that."
"Ever." She added.
"You are just saying that because you know that Simon will always be there for you." Her Dad said that makes her much furious.
"Look..." Motioning to stand, He is slightly rubbing his chin while looking at the ceiling.
"Think about it... Do you think Simon will be always be at your side? " Making a glimpse to Nikaela, "Baby, In this world forever doesn't exist." He said convincingly.
"It was all temporary... We are all temporary." With a hand on his chin.
"Nikaela, I'm your Dad and I know what's the best thing for you and the best thing to do is to work and cooperate with us. We are family... We have our company."
"Why my family is doing this to me?" Nikaela muttered in a bowed head.
"You said you know what's best for me right?"
"I'm your Dad. And no parents will make a decision that could get hurt by his daughter. "
Her eyes blurred and tears slowly dropped on Nikaela's cheeks but she keeps wiping it.
"If you want to... I'll send you to Paris."
No.
I want to go to Paris but not like this. I want to see the Eiffel tower with Simon not with myself alone.
"I think..." Wiping some tears, "Dad I think I'm not totally mature. And I'm sorry with that." She said and ran out to the her Dad's room.
Nikaela doesn't want to hurt by her Dad's words. It just makes her cry...
She loudly closed the door of her bedroom and jumped on her bed. She pulled her blanket up to her head and cried.
Cry.
Again..
So much happened this day. I was so tired. I wish I was numb.
She ran her hands to the side table of her bed and inserted the earphones.
Music.
Music can help to ease my pain. And also the one who sangs it.
Nikaela softly closed her eyes and feel the songs.
It was all she can do.
Being alone is much better than being with her parents.
