When He Gives His Heart

When he gives his heart - Chapter One

When he gives his heart

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Chapter One

Picture on the side is Cayden (Andrew Cooper)

It is times like these when I wish I was anywhere but here; playing happy family with my dad’s new wife, Helena, and my snotty stepsister, Georgina. For as long as I could endure this twisted family, I was at the brink of pulling my hair out from all the frustration that I went through at how my father forgot the memory of my mom and how I became unwanted in the new picture. The anger, the pain and all the emotions that were thrusted upon me were all but fucked up and I wondered why. Why did I have to go through with this shit?

But then again, was I ever given a damn choice?

Not in a million freaking years.

Sadly, my daddy dearest asked me to... no wait, he did not ask me; he commanded me to show respect to that awful woman and my so-called stepsister who managed to make my life a living hell.

And to think I am older than her by a year, so where was the respect in that?

What's hard to believe is that how he was so blinded by Helena’s peroxide blond hair and 44D boob job to marry the floozy when all along, she was nothing but a gold digging whore who was after his money, or perhaps claw her way in running my father’s company, which he had worked so hard to build through the years. I asked myself, why her? Of all the female population, why the devil incarnate herself was the one to replace my deceased mother? Was he that desperate that he had to settle for someone so cheap that she could qualify as a stripper? Though secretly, I did have my suspicions and I had a gut feeling my dad met her at some strip club in downtown L.A.

Georgina was even worse. She was uncannily like her she devil of a mother; peroxide blond and huge racks (silicone implant like her mom’s) that any perverted asshole would drool on groping. I had to say her constant whining was like nails on chalkboard, making my poor ear drums ache at how she wanted my dad to buy her things here and there while I, his son, would just watch him frivolously dish out wads of cash just to satisfy her needs and wants.

The question was, did I care?

I could not even answer if I did.

Sighing, I eyed the bowl of mash potatoes which was in front of Georgina. She was busily tapping her fingers on her Blackberry as her forehead creased with great concentration. If that was me, my father would never think twice on telling me off about how I had no manners and all that etiquette shit that I lacked.

In his eyes, she was an angel who could never do wrong while I, his own flesh and blood, perceived me as a rotten apple straight to the core.

“Can you pass me the mash potatoes, Georgina?” I asked quietly, restraining myself not to seethe.

As always, she pretended not to hear me as she furiously tapped into her phone like there was no tomorrow; probably about some latest gossip since her brain was the size of a peanut, that was all she ever did in her life, much less care about mundane stuff like school.

Clearing my throat, I asked her again, but this time, I intended my annoyance to leak out from it. I was too pissed to care if my dad told me off. “Georgina, stop texting and hand me that freaking mash potatoes.”

I mentally counted as I waited the outburst from my dad for rudely speaking to Georgina. Three... two... one...

“Cayden, where are your manners?” my dad, Miles, snapped at me angrily with his eyes boring flaming holes into my own. “Say please.”