Sweet, Ice Cold Revenge [REGULAR UPDATES]

°•°3. Pain vs Love°•°

~Good things last for but a moment...~

Chloe

I really enjoyed spending time with Matthew. He's really fun to talk to. He even made me laugh out of my belly, which is something I hardly do nowadays. Oh well, it was good while it lasted. It's not like happiness is constant in my life. I will just see it as a...luxury.

As I enter the house, I hear the breaking of ornaments. I almost get thrown with a cup when I enter the living room. Good thing I ducked just in time.

"You better have a good reason why you're late! I have to come home--", He takes small steps towards me and hardens his stare, "--just to see that there's no food ready for me and that the house is empty! Speak, you fool! " What is he going to do next? I'm used to him throwing things at me but this is something new. Every step he takes induces fear in me. How can my own dad, my biological father, treat me like this? It's not even that late; it's only 6 PM. I think it would've been fine with me if it was my stepfather or something. But my own blood? What have I ever done to make him treat me like this? I've always done whatever he asked of me. I was a good girl.

Tears threaten to escape my eyes. "I'm talking to you!" He shakes me roughly; his fingers digging deep into my shoulders. "Or are you ashamed that I will find out your dirty little secret?" He looks at me sceptically. The look is so intense, it scares me. I divert my eyes from him.

He lets out a growl and smacks me so hard, I fall to the floor. "I should have known... You're sleeping around, aren't you?! You slut!" He kicks me.

I let out a whimper, silently praying that my dad would come to his senses and stop what he is doing. I would still forgive him.

"I hate you! You're nothing like your mother. Nothing! You may look like her but you're nothing in comparison to her!" Those words hits me the hardest. Imagine breaking a branch of a tree into two. That's how I feel. The physical pain that I've endured feels nothing in comparison to the emotional pain that I'm experiencing right now. You can't dab some disinfectant on your heart, like you do when treating a wound. Getting your heart to heal is a long process, it requires time, sometimes it doesn't heal at all...

He's actually right for once. I'm nothing like my mom. Only in appearance, do we share similar features. My mom was the most amazing person on this earth. She was caring yet daring. She always did what was right even if it seemed wrong in the eyes of the society. She was always there for others when they needed someone to lean on. I kind of think her qualities stems from the fact that she's was a nurse. That's what they do, isn't it? They care for others and doesn't matter the circumstances, they always humble themselves and put others' needs before them.

I, on the other hand, am nothing. I'm not even like my dad. Not in appearances and definitely not in character. My dad is a forty-eight year old business man. He has golden blonde hair, fair skin, and almond brown eyes which has wrinkles underneath. He is tall and slightly round on the edges. He is a man of order and he's very controlling. In his head he's always right and no one should argue with that. He believes that time is precious and using it to relax is idle. As you can see, I'm nothing like this so this is a problem for him, because he can't sit and "train" me to become like him because he'll be "wasting precious time". How sad.

I've lost count of how many times Dad's been kicking me. My body has blocked out the pain already so I'm left feeling numb. I like it when Numb comes to visit me. It makes me forget all my pain and I just feel free again. Free from the worries of this world. One day, maybe, I will know how it feels to have eternal peace that surpasses all knowledge. I promise myself that one day I will get to walk in the light, like Mom did...

After a while, Dad finally stops. By this time, I can't feel my legs and my vision is blurred.

I hear Dad faintly say, "That's what you get for being a slut!" and I drift back into my big, black hole which consoles me every night. This time, it feels permanent...

Matthew

Today has been amazing. Chloe has been amazing. She has such a mysterious side to her... I like that about her. I wonder what's wrong with the kids at school. Why don't they like her? She is, then, such a nice person. A beautiful one at that.

"Matty! Dinner's ready," Mom shouts.

"Coming mom!"
I quickly make my way to the dining room. Mom's food is the best. She really goes out of her way to prepare the every night's dish. Which there is no need for because even if she baked some fries, I'm sure it'll still taste delicious. I don't mind though. She's always had a passion for the finer things in life, since I can remember-- she is a chef, after all. I always say, "Live out your passion, even if others don't agree with it".

"So, how was school, honey?" Dinner in our house is never an "awkward silence". Everyone always tries to keep the atmosphere light and it's a time to catch up with each other. I think it's a time for bonding; it just brings us more closer than we already are.

"It was great, Mom." I smile whilst replaying the whole scene in my head.

"Someone's in love, someone's in love," Kate, my little sister, sings. Kate's thirteen years old and the sweetest person I've ever met, except for Mom and a certain young lady that goes by the name of Chloe.

"It's probably the girl he's been eyeing for the past few years," Dad cuts in. He's been the best dad anyone could have ever asked for. He's always looking for ways to help around the house because he wants Mom to rest most of the time. Dad has a decent office job and never cease to be at home early to help Mom with her newfound recipes every night. I will definitely do the same with my wife one day.

"Guys, leave him alone. You're making him so nervous, he can't even respond," Mom says playfully, trying to edge me on.

I shake my head, a smile playing on my lips. "Yes, it's Chloe."

"I knew it!" Dad shouts and jump up and down in joy. He turns to Kate and says, "You owe me ten dollars."

She huffs but gives him the money anyway. Dad is just rejoicing. I look to Mom for an explanation but she just shrugs. "What is going on? I am so confused right now. Someone please tell me what's going on," I beg.

Kate giggles. Just when I thought no one was going to explain, she starts to talk. "Well, this one evening Dad made a remark that he knows you'll choose a girl that will be 'the one', like Chloe. I snorted at him and said, 'Never in a million years. He'll probably take someone like Adele who's snobby and obnoxious.' Dad laughed at this and said he bets me ten dollars that you would fall in love with Chloe and not Adele. I, being me, naïvely agreed." She smirks but that smirk turns quickly into a pout. "And look where it got me."

I smile. "You know... I don't know if I should feel flattered that Dad has so much faith in me or annoyed that you had to bet on it in order to prove to Kate that you're right and she's wrong." I put emphasis on the word wrong because I can't believe that she has so little faith in me. I'm doubting her title as The Sweet Sister.

She laughs. "Don't worry, big Bro. Next time, I'll support you when dad and I make a bet again."

I immediately catch on to what she is implying. The little conniver... "And that's only because you want money," I say.

She smiles proudly and pats me on my shoulder. "You know me so well, big Bro."

I can't wait to see Chloe tomorrow. Something about her always brightens me up. Even all those days I just stared at her and got irritated by her. I, now, know that I was just denying my feelings for her... But not anymore. I vow to make every day valuable with her...