Granting one last wish

ABBY

These past few days of my life were so exhausting and full of pain and anguish. I can’t believe that I’m still breathing, barely. Barely breathing. I’ve been through a lot for my eighteen years of life but losing someone you love is different than being held captive and torture. Although I’m also affected mentally I’m not heartbroken, unlike mom’s death. 

Nothing in this world can ever replace my mother, I don’t even care about the Will, but it’s mom’s legacy. Her last will and testament will only remind me that my mother is truly gone and never come back. I just need to be strong, for dad, my only family left. 

Dad reminded me last night before going to sleep that today is the day of reading of mom’s will. I saw the pain in dad’s eyes no matter how he tried to hide. He just lost someone who we dearly love and who has been his life partner for almost three decades. It sucks! I know. 

Dad’s office reminds me of a lot of things, from my childhood until today. I still remember coming to this office when I’m still in grade school, I love reading books in this place even I have my own mini library and study room especially when dad’s around, but today it reminds me of Lost. 

I run my hand through dad’s book collections alphabetically arranged according to Author’s last name, I guess it’s in the blood of being a bookworm. His huge mahogany desk still the same for as long as I can remember. On the left side are few of his liquor collections although dad doesn’t drink much. He has his own cellar here in our home. 

Mom’s lawyer is already sitting in front of dad. I feel nervous but what ever written was mom’s wishes. She could just donate all of her money or sell her property to an auction and donate them to those in needs but I hope I can have some of her jewelry as her memories. Some are heirloom already that passes through generations of Hirlington. 

I knew mom’s lawyer. I’ve met him a couple of times. His on his late 60’s, graying thin layer of hair with thick rimmed glasses just on the tip of his nose but he is well known for his practice. Atty. Timothy Sanders started since his late 20’s. After extending my hand for him I sit comfortably. 

I take a deep breath. I didn’t pay much attention when he started mentioning mom’s name address, spouse etc., all I heard are money, bank accounts, properties and assets, and liabilities. When my name is mention I listen intently and something catches my attentions about three conditions. Three conditions??? Wait! What? 

I must have shouted the word “what?!” dad and Atty. Sanders’s attention is on me. 

“Let him continue sweetheart,” Dad says 

“Well I really don’t care about mom’s money, she is gone and it will not change a thing. She can donate them and I will not say a thing. You don’t have to continue Atty. Sanders.” I say and look at the Lawyer.

I tighten my lips then frown. 

“I know it’s hard for you Abbygail but let me continue. It’s your mom’s will. Honor her wishes, will you?” Atty. Sanders says. I nod. 

“Okay, please continue. I apologize for the interruption.” I narrow my eyes to listen carefully, my hands start sweating. 

“three conditions” as the lawyer continues. 

I listen half interested. I hear in between words and sentences.

will be transferred to my daughter Mackenzie Abbygail Catherine a.k.a Abbygail Catherine within three years otherwise all will

eyebrows furrow.

of my death, no divorce within three years otherwise all conditions will

housing allowance, foods, bills etc. will be fully paid by my representative within three years, as

my mouth,

“3. My representative, Mr. Sebastian Hughes III will take all the rights and ownership of all my properties after three years when any of

can’t believe this.

Hughes III?!?” I shriek, I observe both of them.

playboy, Badboy, man-whore?” I squint my eyes. 

know about all

for God three awful years of

you, dad? Why didn’t you stop her? I’m only eighteen and the last thing on my mind is getting married. I thought you both want me to enjoy life, have friends, travel all over the world and finish my MBA. I didn’t even go out on a proper date or yet even kiss. I didn’t even experience a teenage life and now everything is ruin because I’m getting married. What do you want me to do? Just pop out kids? And stay at home and make myself crazy waiting for my man-whore of a husband to come home and spread my legs? Tell me! Does he even want to marry someone like me who is totally beyond damaged? An inexperienced, naive, full of baggage? I don’t even know how to cook or boil water, what more changing diapers? I’m sure he’ll be disgusted when he found out about this. Oh, I read on the internet about him. He probably has STD because he slept most

“I don’t want this God damn money or anything belongs to mom. And I’m leaving tonight.”

Before I can move from where I’m standing dad catches

to know that. Respect what ever is written there. You can’t change anything. It is already done.” Dad’s voice

drugged or confused writing them.” I look

agree with this. He seems to enjoy his life well and he’ll not just agree to marry me. This is so ridiculous. I’m going to destroy his life, marrying him or forcing him into marriage is entirely insane. He’ll laugh his ass off at me. He’ll think mom was out of her

to do it. That is your mom’s assets pumpkin. Your mom works hard to earn everything that she had and you deserve to have every penny

these. I think she wants me to suffer, she doesn’t trust me enough. She thinks I might just throw all her assets to a pothole. She still thinks

you to concentrate on your studies and follow your dreams. She knew if she’ll let me handle your trust fund I will pamper you and she wants you to grow up well into a responsible woman. You’ll be busy managing your money, how will you concentrate at school? What about your MBA? You will thank her

my soul to the devil. Oh my god I’m like a whore. We have our own company dad and I think we’re far from bankruptcy. Why mom leave everything with him? What’s with Sebastian that mom trusted

Abbygail and watch your language young woman, you’ve been swearing too much, and stop looking little of yourself, you’re far from broken. You’re a strong young woman who has huge dreams. You’re a survivor. Don’t forget that. I’m so

face the lawyer who stayed

dial Drew and take a

the will

sick, where are you by the way?”

main office. What do you mean by very bad?

but it’s not all that, the worst part is I have to marry someone within

do everything for her. That is not bad

reaches three years if doesn’t want me to

“Wait, did I miss something? You mean that man is the representative

lawyer. Everything will be transferred to