The Bad Girl Everyone Hates

Chapter 11 - Karma's a bitch

I was walking halfway out of Donovan's residence when I was suddenly pulled into a hug. Isaac hugged me, stopping me from walking away.

I was a mess. I wish I could undo everything and erased this memory from him because I really don't like it when I appeared weak in front of others. However, right now I did not have anything that can hold me back from crying or more accurately, sobbing as Isaac throws me comforting words.

Kiera, you are strong. I am stronger than this. These words had been running through my head but somehow, this time it didn't work like it usually does.

I was hurting. I had been hurting for years and today I felt hurt the most.

It took me almost half an hour to be calm and composed again by the help of Isaac. He was patiently comforting me and showered me with soothing words all along. Every now and then I would still feel his hand caressing my hair as he embraced me in his strong arms. We were now seated at a bench outside of his house.

My head felt heavy and my eyes were heated from crying. I could still feel the trails of dried tears on my face which I didn't bother to wipe away allowing it all to wash away my sorrow.

"After mama dies, I cried for months grieving her death with nobody by my side. Papa went away as soon as the funeral ended and Fernandez, my older brother rarely home too as he spent most of the time partying every single night. Maybe that was their way of coping with mama's death." I finally said after a deep silent moment. 

I took his silence as a cue to continue with my story.

"As for me, I was left with a nanny. My relatives were all too busy to take care of me. I locked myself in my room for weeks and I barely eat anything, and I was a fucking seven years old kid. I should be eating ice-cream and watched cartoon with no worry about anything at all." I bite my lower lip as the tears threaten to come out again. Isaac pressed a kissed on my head lightly. 

"I was depressed and nobody cared. Not until one day, my nanny found me unconscious in my room." I paused finding the right words to tell him the dark past of my life. My body started to shiver as I reminisce that moment. That was the lowest point of my life.

Isaac squeezed my hand lightly. "It's okay. You don't have to tell me if it's hard for you." he murmured in my ear and kissed my shoulder. His action was too intimate for me and if the circumstance was different I would really think that he might likes me but at that moment I couldn't care less and I was sure that he only did that out of his generous conscience. 

I shook my head in refusal. "No, I think it's the time for me to talk about this to somebody else beside my therapist." I turned my body so that we were now facing each other. "And I think you're the only person I can talk to." I said as I looked at him in the eyes. His eyes was filled with ocean of emotions which I could not describe and I wish I could learn all of them.

"Thank you." he muttered and took my right hand and left chaste kisses on my knuckles. "For trusting me."

I gave him a small smile in return.

"I was brought to emergency room and I was unconscious for three days before I finally woke up. When I opened my eyes, papa and Fernandez were all by my side. They were all worried about me but I could feel that papa was still so distant with me. He only stayed with me for three days and after that he went away again."

I chuckled as I heard Isaac cursed under his breath. "Why would your dad left you when you were in the hospital? You were only seven years old, dammit! I wish I could punch him on the face right now." his nose flares as his chest rise and fall in anger.

"There I met a very nice doctor, Dr Stephan. He was the one who helped me out a lot. He brought me to a therapist and he even accompanied me to appointments. He bought me ice-cream some times. He was more like an uncle to me. He saved me from misery." I smiled faintly as I rewind the memories I had with him.