Beauty And Her Obsessors

Chapter 10: I'll be alright

Freya POV

For much of my life, this world seems to comfort me in a way. There was no pressure or control over me. My lifestyle as a celebrity was one of the hardest things I had to do.

All I wanted was to please my mother.

The need to seek out her praise is embedded in me after I lost "him".

Losing my father was the most heartbreaking. She was the only person I could count on. It was more heartbreaking for my mother after the passing of my father, she drastically changed. When I looked into her eyes I could see two split versions of herself, one part of her seemed lost but another part of her had some glimmer of hope left inside.

I pity my mother. After my father passed she had everything stuck in her hands, raising a child while balancing to maintain the duties that were passed down to her. Just after the loss of her precious husband.

The only thing I wished for was my mother's happiness, she deserved much of it. She was a strong and persistent woman who fought her ground when my greedy in-laws from my dad's side wanted to take everything that my dad worked for. 

I wanted to support her in any way just to make her life a little easier. So I said yes to everything she asked. Though I really regret it for not telling her how I really felt during the years.

I never really asked for the high lavish lifestyle, I never asked to be a celebrity.

Every choice was made by my mother. I never had a choice to begin with though I am grateful for what I have. And what she provided for me. Not everyone had this sort of lifestyle coming from a wealthy family.

My mother once told me the choices she made were for my own good. As I was "too naive to make my own choices". I chose to believe it and not question her antics. She was my mother after all.

"All mothers know what's best" was what she always said.

A few years passed and she remarried a man she loved. I was happy for her, she finally got the love and happiness she deserved. Though I wasn't on good terms with my step father. I let it go and looked past him as he was my mom's love. He was a great man and he cared for my mother deeply.

But after their years of marriage I couldn't help but feel bitter. Something inside my heart ached very much when seeing them happy. I know it was wrong of me to do so but I couldn't help but think about "us".

Me and dad?

Did she forget about "him"?

Wasn't "he" supposed to be the only one for her?

What about us?

Like I said, me and my step- father weren't on good terms. I tried to get past his serious and arrogant demeanor since he was now married to my mom. And I didn't want us to cause any problems for my mom.

When he moved in I learned that he had two daughters that were now my step sisters. They weren't bad but they were rather demanding when it came to things.

"Sister Freya get me this, Freya get me that, I want this-"  to me my step sisters were irritating to be around.

They only stood around me just to get money or publicity off of me. Never once have they treated me like a sister and I didn't care in the least, family or not who cares. I tried to make a sister bond with them from the beginning but they refused to. The only thing that was connecting us was our parents' marriage.

To them they instead saw me as nothing but a walking credit card to them. Whenever I refuse their request they would cowardly run to my mom or step father just to get what they want. There were many times I thought just to throw them out of the window just seeing their faces.