An innocent woman.
Her fear of MEN.
No one except her knew why she had it.
A fear. A lot of consequences and risks it brought into her life. Which prevented her from being her free outgoing self. You know, if she could be real, I for one...
" People cry not because they are weak but because they have been strong for too long." anonymous .
Chapter 1. Past
She woke up with teary eyes and a blotchy face. Feeling very sad. It was so obvious that she had been crying. But why wouldn't she have been very downcast and sullen? Her 11 year old self knew very well what that word or you could say, sentence, meant. And when the news was broken to her and her mum yesterday with that particular word being used to describe her dad yesterday, what other emotion was to be seen on her except confusion and sadness?
To her, that word portrayed something she couldn't accept. Dead. Yes.
Dead.
The word that was used and in a sentence, her father was dead. It meant she would never see him again. Add to all these the nightmares she had been having about the road accident with her dad on that day. Or you could accurately say night. Even thought she knew her dad had protected her, and by protect she meant pushing her out of the car before the hit that could not be prevented.
Dead.
Her dad was gone.
Her little self did not think that anything of that sort could happen to him. Who would celebrate her birthday with her in the next few days if her dad was gone? He would have bought her dresses, candies and a lot of things.
Oooh and her favorite. Chocolate chip ice cream with a lot of sprinkles. Even cookies.
Unlike her mom who won't even remember that she existed let alone remember her birthday. She did not come out of her room all day but what else should she have done.
Her hero was dead.
Yh she would have to live with her uncaring mother forever. That made her even cry more.
Besides she had nothing else to do.
Her.
I woke up because of something and trust me, it wasn't because of an annoying sound also known as alarm clock. Nooo it wasn't. Can you guess what it was? It was a dream. Yes. A dream. Or to be more precise a nightmare. In 10 years of my life, one of the scariest and most dangerous things to do is sleeping and waking up. Hey wait. I think it's 15 years of my life rather. Yh 15. When your past continues to haunt you, believe it or not you wouldn't want to sleep to even wake up.
And I say this but seeing as I had resisted sleep for a week I couldn't resist any more and I slept. But obviously I won't wake up relaxed or in peace.
It was all my fault. I am to blame.
Seriously you are pathetic. Weak.
You left him to die.
You couldn't save him as he saved you.
No. No. No Stop that. And yes the nightmares. And seriously can you tell me that you can sleep through a nightmare? Not waking up? Of course. Not.
I woke up all sweaty and looking at the time which read 4:34 am, I knew I couldn't go back to sleep again. I took a glass of water to cool down.
Why do you sleep at all? my subconscious asks.
What do you expect me to do? Stay awake all nights?
Right. Now I'm going crazy. You know, sleeping and waking up just makes me more tired. Funny right? Anyways, why don't I just make some breakfast and get ready to go to work at seven since my body won't join the cooperative society of sleeping peacefully.
And meet them My subconscious again.
Yep I'm definitely going crazy.
******** As I got down from my car and gazed at my company, I felt great. Mine. Feels so wonderful being able to call such a tall magnificent building mine. A gaze at Lexybis just took me back through all my suffering to make it as successful as it is now. From the beginning, where I had lost all hope.
Surprisingly, how I never even had the smallest dream of reaching this high to be the 2nd most successful fashion company in New York. Yeah you heard me right. Second. Don't ask me who the first is because though I'm supposed to, I don't even know. All I know are from rumours that a hot or arrogant man (people have different views but I like to think that the second adjective would fit better) owns that company. None of my business though. Oops. I mean I won't bother even if I should. And people wonder why I'm not fighting to be the first but I see myself as okay at second. I mean what's the need.
Hmm are you sure that's the reason for not fighting? my subconscious asks and I'm foolish enough to answer.
Duh! What other reas.. Oooh! seriously? why do you make it a habit to remind me of that?
A greeting from one security guard which brought me out of my revery had me on high alert because of my you know what.
"Good morning " just a brief response was enough for him. I ascended the staircase to the 8th floor just to avoid being in a lift with a man alone. Pathetic. I know but what can I do? I greeted my personal assistant before entering my office. I looked through the ceiling to floor huge glass windows and saw the hustle and bustle in the city.A busy day it was and I watched people go about their duties. Seeing the tall buildings of other companies of successful business men and women and knowing I was one of them was relaxing.
Mmm! I think I need a cup of coffee. I'm addicted to that thing. The soothing feeling that comes along with drinking coffee never ceased to amaze me. I just had to wait patiently for my personal assistant to bring my daily morning treat to start the day. Once I heard knocking on my office door, I took my eyes off the windows and sat down telling her to enter. I took a sip of the coffee which run slowly down my throat immediately it was given to me. My body seemed to scream, Finally!
"Good morning ma'am, " my P.A. smiled at me " you have a scheduled meeting with the owner of the Mercedez Fashion Company at noon."
"Mercedez?" I asked fully confused .
"Yes ma'am, the 1st ranked fashion company. "
"For what exactly though? " I inquired.
"Not really stated ma'am." my P.A. ,Sophie said.
"Oh ok, thanks", was what I said. "Holy shit!" was what I thought.
Now I regret not learning about that company. And now I was left with an issue to deal with. The owner of the company is a MAN! And boy I'm in a big mess.
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