A Dream, A Destiny

Lets have a talk

Ash POV

Lesson learned for the day: never judge a book by its cover. Because no matter how cheerful, sweet and helpful someone appears, you never know what's going on in their lives.

Case in point- Sere.

The shop scene managed to piss me off like nothing had pissed me off in recent history.

All I wanted to do. As I opened the door after exciting from the shop and got into the limo. Was to go back into the store and beat the crap out of Sere's friend. It made me sick to my stomach. Why would anyone want to treat a girl like Sere that way?

Of course, I knew a bit about strained family relations but even though I was 99 percent sure that my dad hated me, he had never physically abused me.

I hoped that Alain wasn't physically abusing Sere. As I thought of that, a wave of revulsion swept through me and only the image of Sere's stricken face kept me from marching back in the shop. I shouldn't have left her alone to deal with that scumbag, even though she had practically begged me to leave. She had said she could handle it, but I was sure she was bluffing. And that geeky guy behind the counter wasn't any help at all. Maybe this wasn't the first time something like that had happened in his store and he knew to keep his distance.

I mentally groaned to myself in the back seat, massaging my forehead. A steady, dull pounding had started again and I closed my eyes shut. The headache was Alain's fault. I'd only known Sere for a while but I knew she didn't deserve to have that scared look in those pretty eyes.

Leaning back in my seat, resting my back, I remembered what Dawn had said about Sere and her friend.

"Because you have no idea what Serena goes through. I don't want you hurting that girl, she's got enough problems already at home. You know, with her friend and the money and-."

At that time, I'd thought it weird and wanted to know more, but Dawn wouldn't tell me. Now it all made sense. Well, the friend thing did, I still wasn't sure about the money issue. I made up my mind to ask Sere herself what was going on. Maybe I could somehow be there for her like she was for me.

"I'll ask her on Monday," I said to myself, feeling better now that I had a plan of action.

Maybe I couldn't do anything about Sere's situation but even if she didn't want my help I'd sleep better knowing that I tried. It would make me feel better because I said something like what Calem said to her myself. So on Monday, I would casually ask her what was going on in her life, find out what she was hiding and be a friend. Her cheerfulness rubbed off on me and I needed that. Anyone who could be cheerful in spite of having a jerky friend like that was a star in my book.

At last, the limo stops its engine, parking in front of the penthouse entrance with servants dressed formal  were standing outside the front door. Probably waiting for me to come out.

I opened the door, getting out of the car by stepping my foot one after the other on a stoned flat surface, after shutting the door closed as I head toward the opened double door without no hesitation from others.

I stepped inside then went straight to the elevator, entering myself in as it lifts me up to the top floor while I waited impatiently.

When it did, I stepped out of the elevator and head to the living room door with other servants greeting me as I walk past.

Now. I arrived in-front of a door and place my free hand on to it. Pushing it open with less strength by walking inside the room without knocking.