Lylah
Waking up to a migraine was the last thing I wanted.
But it was what happened. I groaned as I rolled out of bed and freshened up before heading toward the kitchen, from where I could hear Blair rummaging about.
"Oh my God what is with this racket?" I groaned as I walked in and heard the clanging of pots and pans.
"I cooked us breakfast. Hurry up or you'll miss Harrison's boring lecture." She shuffled around in a hurry, making me dizzy just by watching her.
"I'm actually taking a sick day. I cant last through the day with this bitch of a migraine." I laid my head on the island top and watched as Blair grab a glass of water and some medicine.
"Here." She placed the glass infront of me and the medicine with it. "Sleep in for today. You deserve a break." She gave a me kiss on my forehead before rushing out, muttering about how "old Harrison is gonna have her ass".
I sighed to myself as I went back to my room in search of my phone. I shot a quick text to Jimin, telling him I'd be absent. He called me up not a second later.
"Are you sick? What happened?" His concerned voice flitted through the phone.
"Nothing big. Just a migraine. I'll prolly sleep in so dont worry." I assured him but the stubborn man wants having it.
"Sleep. But I'll be there right after school. Be prepared to be babyed by me." He didnt give me a chance to reply before he said a quick goodbye and cut the call.
I took a nap after that and my head seemed to ache much less. I scrolled through my phone and opened a message from my mom.
Lyle wants to meet you tonight. I told him to go to your apartment.
Anger and frustration ran through me and I almost ended up throwing my phone at the wall. Sending a quick, angry text, telling her to tell him not to bother, I made up my mind to call my father.
I'd tolerated this bullshit for far too long. I pinched in his numbers, furiously and waited for him to pick up. Knowing him, it was most likely he wouldn't.
The line rang 3 times before he picked up.
"Hello?" His gravely voice spoke up from the other side.
"I don't have time for greetings and small talk father, it's me. I have something to discuss with you." I went straight to the point.
He stayed quiet for a moment. Then he spoke. "I have an idea what this unexpected phone call is about, but go on. Speak." He said curtly.
"The deal with the Bartons is off. This bullshit engagement is off. I've been going along with your stupid requests and dancing to your tunes for far too long. I'm done being the pawn you use in your business deals. And I swear to fucking God, if you try to make one more stupid move like this, I'll go straight to the authorities. I'm sure your business associates would love to hear about how you've been selling and mistreating your poor, innocent daughter. Dont cross me, father. I will make you pay. After all, I did learn from the worst." I finished my long and angry rant, feeling a heavy weight lift off my chest.
My father took a deep breath in before he spoke. I could hear the restrained anger in his voice. "Lylah, you're angry. I dont blame you. But I know you will reconsider this after you've calmed down. This partnership-"
"Can go to hell." I seethed as I cut him off. Was he still trying to convince me to agree? Fucking bastard. "Like I said. I want nothing to do with this. You and the Bartons can go to hell. Dont take my words too lightly, father. I will not hesitate to ruin you." My voice was cold and harsh. I cut the call before he could reply back angrily.
My head throbbed again and I let myself calm down before I lay down to take another nap.
I couldn't help the relief that I felt after that phone call.
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Loud knocking on my door woke me up. Confused and disoriented from sleep, I got up and checked my phone. Blair has sent me a text saying she'd be late, so that couldn't be her.
I walked down the hallway, still in my pyjama shorts and tank top.
The knocking grew incessantly louder and I could hear someone yelling my name.
Frowning to myself, I pulled the door open, making the guy at the door, stumble in.
He caught himself from falling by grabbing my shoulder. His face was planted against my left shoulder and I pushed him away as the stench of alcohol invaded my nose.
He straightened himself, still slightly swaying as he sneered at me.
"Lyle? What the fuck are you doing here?"
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Loving Lylah
Hayran Kurgu"You're just bones, a beating heart and a pair of dark eyes. How did you mess me up so bad?" ~ Lylah Moseratti was never one for romance. Sure, she had boyfriends in the past but she's never been too invested in them. For Lylah, love was a myth. It...
