TAMING MR. POPULAR

Episode one: Flash back

Standing in the middle of a four side box room, a queen size bed at the middle and a one arm cushion by the other edge by the right side .
  The wooden wardrobe facing the bed and a small dressing mirror beside it almost to the  door side by the lift. And by the right, the cushions about 8-10 inch away from the window. The room has but two windows;
By the left which was closer to the bed. The wall painted yellow which certainly wasn't the best choice for the occupant -

   Cindy stood looking around the room in which she've spent sleepless nights in less than 7 months.
Seven miserable months since her father died.

Is she even permitted to call him father since she have been living in lies... She doesn't know what is true and lie anymore...
She thought bitterly.
But he will always be her father whom she loved dearly even though death separated him from her. His memories will always be embedded in her heart. He may have died thinking she was his daughter.
  How would he had treated her knowing she wasn't his daughter. She cringe.
Probably not wanting to think about it. If there was only one person in the world to be blamed is her mother or rather - the witch who she thought was her mother althrough her life time and turned out she wasn't...
This is all too much that she could take in... Speaking of the devil, the door flung open.

Here comes drunk Mrs Roselle Ibara.
"Hey you little winch,
Enjoying my late husband riches?? Well you should be.
  Because in your whole miserable life to come until you die, you will never get this treatment... " She staggered holding unto the door.

" You don't know how hard I puked remembering how my late husband treated you like his own. But guess what? You are never his own and you will never be you know why?? You are but a commoner and you belong to the trash where you came from.

Cindy's eyes where brinking to tears. Everyday of her God damn forsaken life she get to be reminded of this...

"Not this again mother!
Not again!" She wailed.

" You shut up!
Don't you dare call me mother.
I'm not your mother!
I don't even know who the hell is your mother. " She yelled sipping from her drink, swinging her head back and forth.

"If only I had a child!
If only I had a womb to conceive.
Ohhhhhh Gabriel...
You so much wanted a child... " She wailed falling to her knees with her bottle firm in her hand, she took another shot.

"God then decided to punish us...
He used me to punish you my darling husband... He punished me with my past..... My fucken past... "She wailed louder then ever.
Cindy muted. Watching her, one wrong move to flip everything. She wouldn't want to be beaten for the third time by Roselle in her drunk vulnerable state.

Suddenly she rushed to Cindy's bed taking a teddy lying carelessly on the bed. Mrs Roselle Ibara crouched it in her arms like an infant baby muttering :

"We could have had a son or daughter with small eyes just like yours Gabriel... And she would have had your name, riches and power... She paused before continue venomously...

"But then some stupid stranger wants to steal your hard earn fucken money" She glared at Cindy.
" But I won't let them have their way I promise you Gabriel. Except I'm not alive...
I will not allow a child that I picked from the slum take away our money Gabriel... Never...
She muttered with her eyes closed as she began to draft to sleep.

Cindy manage to get hold of herself, wiping the tears rolling down her eyes uncontrollably. She carefully and gently tip toe, grabbing her blanket wrapping sleeping Mrs Roselle Ibara carefully not waking her up.
  She bent and looked into her disoriented worried wet cheek, even in sleep, she look troubled. That kind of relieve and some how worried her.