𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬.
She never thought, she will get married to the killer of her father but destiny had plans too.
𝙓𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙧 𝙍𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙤 is a 28 years old, young businessman. He is cold and arrogant and hates...
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K E N D A L L
My hands are heavy. I can't feel my body as if I am dreaming. My brain isn't processing anything. My hands are so heavy that I can't lift them.
Everything I can think of is the man Right infront of me, my father. He isn't moving. Seems like he is s-sleeping. His chest have two bullet holes while dry blood is all over.
His white shirt has now turned red. Dark red. “D-dad?” my voice came out as a whisper, audible to him but he didn't response. “Dad?” Again, he didn't.
I felt liquid rolling down my eye. Everything is getting blur. “Dad? Dad? A-answer me” he still didn't bother to look up.
My hands are sweaty, I can't feel anything. Why isn't he replying?
It seems like....like he would wake up anytime and will say, he is fine but it wasn't going to happen. My father is no more with me.
My knees feel weak, they gave up and I landed on the cold marble floor. The surface touched my skin and everything appears to be black.
I can't...I can't hold myself. My hands are trembling like they never did. I wish its just a dream and everything turns fine after morning but none of it was going to be true.
✧
Tears, fake tears never left her eyes. All she is doing right now is a drama. She married my father only because of money. That greedy woman who is my step mom. Mom? She doesn't deserve to called 'mom'.
I turned around as somebody patted my shoulder. “Uncle” tears slipped down my eyes and uncle Alastair embraced me. He patted my shoulder.
“Its okay, honey. Don't cry” he spoke but my tears looked unbothered. Uncle is like a father figure to me and is a good man.
I backed away and sobbed, “Don't cry, dear. Everything's gonna be fine” he said and I nodded. “Lemme meet your mom. Okay?”
“Yeah”
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Our family photo hung on the wall infront of me. We were a pure happy family until, she..my mother left me. Dad looks so happy and there she is, in the middle of that couple who is me. Little me, who never knew what struggle was.
I was better a 9 year old than this. I gently patted the bed where my father used to sleep. Its his room.
Everything got blur as I realized they were my tears, filling my eyes. They escaped my eyes and fell on the bed sheet making a small dark spot.
(7 years ago) Age: 12
“Hi my baby. Did you eat something?” dad asked me. “Yes, dad” he got on his knees, matching my height before keeping his hands on my shoulder gently. “Kendall, I love you more than anything. You know that. Right?”
“Yes, dad.” I nodded. “I want you to meet somebody. I hope you’ll like her,” he got up and moved aside when a lady in white gown entered.
She had long hairs like my mother but it wasn't like my mother. Her brown eyes looked at me. She smiles at me.
I don't know but I don't like her. She isn't good. “Dad, who is she?” I asked looking at dad.
“She is your mom, sweetie” He replied. Mom? But she isn't my mom. “But mom is with god, right? She doesn't look like mumma”. I asked but instead replying to dad smiled.
“She is your mom from now. You’ll call her ‘mumma’. Okay?” I looked at her once again she was smiling at him and then looked at me. She was smiling but as she looked at me, her face changed yet she was smiling but not like she did to dad.
I don't like her. I hate her. She isn't my momma. She'll never be.
(Present) Age: 20
That was the day, day 1 of disaster. Our disaster. I wish I was a little older that time and I would have thrown her out of the house.
Dad says I needed a mother, a mother's love that's why he brought her home but deep down, I was happy with my father. I didn't need her.
I wish both of my parents were alive, together and happy.
⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖
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