Chapter 3::
I threw myself onto the sofa, kicked off my shoes and pushed my bag onto the floor. I’m knackered.
Who knew school in Seoul was this hard? I should have kept my ass back in Japan!
Suddenly the front door slammed. I walked out the living room to the corridor to see who it was. It could only be one person, but there might be a change for once.
Nope. No change.
“Look at your state, socks that aren’t even white enough to be considered white, hair that’s all knotted, and clothes that’s not even in place. Get yourself cleaned up, I have guests coming over. Also, seeing from where you came out from…” He looked at the shoe rack, “Take your shoes out from there and your bag then head to your room. The maid would call you when it’s time for dinner, don’t embarrass me. You know who is coming over today.”
“Yes.”
“Do you not have manners? Did your mother not teach you any in Japan?”
That’s it; he was going to bring out the bitch in me soon if he went on. Divorced parents in different countries. Fabulous.
“I meant, Yes, Mr. Seto.” I said, trying to keep my anger in my voice to the minimum.
He rolled his eyes and called for a maid, when she came – he pushed his suit case towards her and walked to his study room.
That was my dad, or what I called him… Mr. Seto,Andrea Seto, Mr. Seto… it’s not hard to understand.
I went back into the living room and picked up my stuff then headed upstairs, not forgetting to neatly place my shoes on the shoe rack.
I sat at my desk and buried my head in my arms. I thought back about what Kylie said to me last month.
Flashback.
“You’re such a selfish person! You think about only yourself. I can’t believe I even befriended you because you aren’t worth it. You’re rich and pretty but that doesn’t mean you have to steal my boyfriend! Usually in this situation with someone else, they’d be crying and telling me they were sorry and they wouldn’t do it again but look at you. You’ve still got that disinterested look in your face.” Kylie looked at me; though she didn’t know it, every word she said was stabbing me harder and harder.
“I thought you had changed from the first time, Andrea.” She continued as tears began to fall from her eyes.
Kylie, please don’t cry. Don’t cry for such a friend like me.
“I have nothing to say… I’m sorry.”
I walked away. How do I tell her that I only got close to her boyfriend because his father was the key to finding out the murderer of my brother? I’m so sorry, Kylie. I did change, you changed me but my brother in first place.
Was it wrong of me to not tell anyone about his death? However, right now I have to clear my mind. Shane Martinez, I will tip over the whole of South Korea if that’s what it takes to find you.
End of flashback.
I sighed. Revenge… is it good for me?
I picked up my bag and pulled out my notepad.
I flipped to the page with steps. I ripped out the page, scrunched it up and threw it in the bin. It missed.
Does that mean I have to follow through with this? It’s as if even God doesn’t want me to trash the idea.
YOU ARE READING
It was YOU.
HumorMy name is ANDREA SETO. I came along with a mission. A mission, that's correct. I came along with nasty intentions. Evil intentions, that's better. I came along with nothing but myself. On my own, that's right. I simply wanted revenge, a sweet one. ...
