Miss Chainsaw (Completed)

Chapter 2

Xerine's POV

I entered the coffee shop. I'm still a bit sleepy. I didn't bother myself to go home last night. I slept inside my office while hugging my sunflower stuff toy.

"Xerine!" A sweet tone called me from the back portion of the tables.

I smiled slightly and walked towards a table with two girls. They are drinking coffee along with cookies. "I'm sorry. I'm a bit late."

I sat in front of them. "We're glad that you're finally back."

I smiled genuinely after seeing how pleasant-looking they were. Shinee Diliman and Anna Sera are in front of me. They are both making loud noises when it comes to law and politics. They are both lawyers. Both of them are also my best friends. Sadly, they are much older than me.

"It's good to be back even though I can smell in the air that pollution in this country became worst," I said.

"Let me order a cup of cappuccino for you, Xerine," Shinee said as she stood up.

I turned my gaze to Anna. "How are you two?"

"Well, I'm already married. Shinee is going to marry the love of her life next month." She smiled. "I'm just a bit jealous because you will surely go to Shinee's wedding. You didn't come to my wedding." She started pouting like a kid.

"I'm sorry. I had an important event to attend on that day."

"You're always busy, Xerine. How about trying to date someone else?"

Her words silenced me. I just remembered my ex-boyfriend. My ex boyfriend is Marcio Marquez. An undeniably handsome, athletic, and rich successor of the largest airline in Asia. Even how rich he is, he is just my ex-boyfriend.

Before going to Finland, we broke up. He cheated. How dare he cheat on someone like me? I'm not an idiot to stay with a man who can't be trusted. I loved him. But that's past tense already.

"You are lost in your own thoughts again, Xerine," Shinee's voice pulled me out of my reverie. She placed the hot cappuccino in front of me. "You're thinking about that moron Marquez, right?"

I smirked.

I can't even hide my thoughts on Shinee. She's really a good mind reader. I hope she can't read my plans too.

"You should start dating, Xerine. You're already 24. You're already successful and rich. We know that you are busy, but having a love life is not a distraction," Anna said.

"I still have many things to do. I can't afford to lose my business because of fucking love," I said seriously.

"You will not lose your business even if you enter a relationship," Shinee said after a chuckle. "You just need to be happy with a man. Plants are not enough to make you genuinely happy."

I sighed. "I'll try when I'm not busy."

Anna chuckled. "Maybe next time you'll end up getting married as well."

I just shook my head with their ideas. I can't see myself in the future with a family of my own. I don't want to be a wife and a mother. I already threw that idea out of the window.

Marcio Marquez is the first man I fell in love with. But my father was the first man who broke my heart. My heart was broken by two different men. By two different ways. I never got scared. I only learned. The first time is okay. The second time is fine. The third time is stupidity.

Me and my best friends chatted for more than two hours. They told me about their life without having me in three years. Almost all of their stories are about their loved ones. I can't even get along.

My three years in Finland are just all about studying, experimentations, and botany. That's boring for others, but each day of my life in Finland is worth it. If the university there will invite me again, I will surely go back in a jiffy.

But I also want to focus on my business here in the Philippines. I need to make things perfect. This is also for the sake of the environment.

I bid my goodbyes to them. I said that I still have a meeting, but I'm actually starting to feel bored. I rode my car after exiting the coffee shop.

I rubbed the steering wheel with my hands as I started driving to my location. To my very own house. The house where my father buried my mother.

I arrived after almost an hour of driving. The house is still like how it was three years ago. I always send people to clean it and take care of the plants.

I pushed the gate. It slowly opened. No one will try to enter this house. This is fucking isolated. More like a haunted house filled with haunted memories.

I happily stared at my plants. My flowers and trees are looking healthy. I went to our backyard and smiled at the vegetables. "Mom, I'm home."

I entered the house and changed my clothes. The inside of the house smells good. I am a clean freak. I want everything neat and clean. I will burst into madness if I'm going to see a bit of dust inside my house.

I ate the pizza I bought on my way home. I cleaned everything again. Even the tiniest bit.

I finally started stepping to the living room. I pushed the sofa aside. And there it is, my dear trap door.

I scanned my fingerprint on the designated screen. The door started sliding and a steel stair appeared. I went down, hearing the sound of my steps as it touches the steels.

I hummed a song as I finally stood perfectly. A big door welcomed my eyes. I pushed it. A devilish smile curved on my lips.

"My sweet buddies," I whispered.

I clapped my hands in glee. My collection is flawless. Every single thing in here screams perfection.

I sat on a wooden chair and trailed my fingers on my cute sweet buddies. They are still elegant-looking. They are still in good shape.

"My chainsaws." I smiled.

I collected more than one hundred chainsaws in 14 years. I bought them one by one. I stole some when I was younger.

I opened one of my wooden cabinets. There, I saw an old chainsaw with bloodstains on the blades. This is the chainsaw my father used for my mother.

I laughed then looked around. "Daddy only used one."

I crossed my legs and looked up. "But I'm going to use all of my chainsaws." I chuckled. "One at a time."

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