Deceiving Destiny

Chapter 16: Everything Simba Ever Knew was a Lie

Chapter 16: Everything Simba Ever Knew was Lie

I sat still for a couple more minutes, the weight of father's voice pushing my inner goddess to the deepest corner of my mind once again. The lights on my phone kept on blinking, the buzz from the forgotten oven sounding at the background. His grey eyes swirled with disappointment, exactly mirroring my brother's a while ago.

It's funny how the one person you've depended all your life and let you believed that he got your back was the same person who made you feel less than you really are. I was trapped inside this nightmare I called my life and I don't think there's any salvation left for me.

I always knew that my father favored Nate; who would've thought otherwise when the man basically threw his daughter in the lion's den like a cheap whore when his bestfriend's son showed interest on her. I remembered how proud father's smile had been when I agreed to date Nate, it was the first he'd given me ever since he found out about my mother's extracurricular activities. I almost believed that he thought it was my fault that mom cheated and that I was the reason for his shattered heart; after all, if I hadn't accidentally barged inside the guest room and caught my mother doing the dirty with one of my school mates, he wouldn't be left alone with a broken heart to mend.

And so, hungry for a little attention from the only person who hasn't left me yet, I closed my mind to rationality and agreed to be Nate's girlfriend- desperate to save what little relationship I had with my father.

It wasn't so bad at first, I used to be Nate's world, he was sweet and caring- the one who helped me get through my bad dreams; and I often wondered where did my Nate go?

Beep. Beep.

I glanced overy my phone and smiled an unamused one when Blake's name flashed on the screen. The temptation to answer it was there but I reigned it in, I don't want to ruin his night with my shit again.

Pressing the red button, I find myself sifting through my inbox and seeing Nate's messages of, "You are not allowed to pull this trick. Get back here and say sorry to your mother." , I all but clicked the power button and closed my eyes.

The emptiness was slowly crawling under my skin, making me want to just sit in the corner and stay cooped up forever. I hated how this incident slapped me across my face- I am alone, always will. My head tilted back, resting at the soft cushion at my back; what must've been comforting for my tired body wasn't there- I was well aware that I am at a stranger's house, there's nothing in here for me. The elegant cupboards and thousands worth of furnitures were mocking me, I am not welcomed here- I don't think I'll ever be.

Memories of my once happy childhood flashed before my eyes and telling myself that I need not to go down that lane once again, I tried shutting off my emotions but failed- I am miserable, I shouldn't have gone here in the first place and just locked myself inside my room. The urge to drink was there, strongly pulling me in- bewitching me. I never felt this way but ever since the first sip of alcohol Blake taunted me to drink, I was finding it easier to want to drink my problems away.

Giving in to my desire and knowing that no one else will give a shit if I gotten my ass drunk, I switched to Detective 0.1 and searched for a bottle of alcohol to drink.

"Gotcha!" I happily uncorked the lid from the whiskey, pushed it against my mouth and tipped my head back, a calming effect taking over my body. My eyes gazed past the area father has disappeared to and knowing that he's not going to face his failure of a daughter again, I clumsily took off my stilettos and made myself comfortable at the sofa- all the while humming to the tune at the background.