Wild Space

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"You dare disrespect me in front of one of my best business partner. I will teach you a lesson. You have been a fuc*ing disgrace to me all of the time. I will teach you a lesson. You insolent idiot"

He was seething. If a man could emit smoke, it would be now, my father. Like I give a damn... daddy dearest! Though I have to admit, I have never seen him this angry before. But, who was he kidding? Why can't he see that I am right for one time? I want to crash something. I can feel the onslaught of tears coming right up as a traitor.

However, I sat with my legs crossed and blew on my nails which were painted moments before he burst in. It felt good to see his hands in a bandage. Cool. I admired my nails, just to spite him off. He was practically red with rage.

"ANSWER ME. You have always been a damn disgrace. Not anymore. I will fuc*ing teach you a lesson."

I looked at him passively. He raised his hands to slap me with his good hand, seeing how irritating I am with my poker face. I raised one brow at him. He stopped his raised hand in mid-air and looked at his bandaged hand, then huffed and puffed as if he couldn't bring himself to beat me, again. Good. Or else he would have to walk with both hands in a bandage; that wouldn't look too good for a business tycoon. Now, will it? Inwardly I smirked.

I rolled on my bed, plugged in my stereo and Beyonce blared through the speaker. It was too loud to burn down the whole mansion. My father was not expecting this. He quickly put his hands to the ears and winced in pain.

It was then I saw Tiffany standing by the door with her hands crossed. I wanted to yell at her to get out of my room, but I didn't. I couldn't even raise one brow at her because my father pulled out my stereo and threw it down in full force. The music buzzed and the silence blared. I looked at my stereo with saddened eyes. Tiffany smiled smugly. Sam was breathing like an elephant in my room. Though I was too damn angry, I ignored both of them and plugged in my headphones.

Right now, I could feel my blood raging through my veins. I dearly wanted to go to my workout room and punch bob. It was my punching bag. I named it so that he will be my coach when I am wrestling with him. I was already away from reality with my thoughts when sadness crossed through my veins along with rage. His words played on a loop in my head.

"I am a fuc*ing disgrace."

Damn. It was too hard to ignore when that single phrase was repeating on a loop. I pinched myself hard not to cry. To cry in front of my bloody father and sister would be a disgrace.

Sam plucked the headphones from my ears harshly.

"What?" I asked with irritation.

"I was talking to you." He said calmly and that surprised me. Tiffany was starting to get angry with me. Like I care... Evelyn came inside with teary eyed. What the... was she actually crying. Why...?.

"So I heard," I said distractedly.

"And I was not finished." The last syllable was forced and I think he was emphasizing on how angry he was.

"Yeah, I guess so," I said without giving a fuc*.

"Don't you dare play your fuc*ing games with me."

"What game?" this time I looked at him, straight in the eye.

"LIANA... either you are to accept the proposal or you are as good as dead to me."

"Does that mean I can get away from this hellhole?" Evelyn gasped. Tiffany scoffed angrily and came to stand next to her father.

"How dare you?" my father was again close to slapping me but he couldn't.