Serena Mclane's P.O.V

"What?"Is all I manage to get out as I sit there in my seat.My fidgeting hands come to a halt as I now fist my t-shirt in a tight grip.My mind is completely blank at the moment.

I can't seem to be able to process his words.

"Dad" I finally manage to get out,

"You can't mean that, you wouldn't.I whisper as I look at him for confirmation.I want him to just start laughing, and then hug me and say it's all a big joke, that the entire ordeal was just that"

 A big joke.

But no, of course not.My father never jokes, not with me at least.

"You know I don't like repeating myself"

My father says sternly as he looks at me.

Even though we're sitting face to face, it's as if he's looking down at me.

As if he's judging me, finding all my faults and insecurities and displaying them right in front of me.

Taunting me with everything.

"B-but the business, father.You-I- you wanted me to take over the family business but I-.How?" I ask, finally giving up.

I barely have the ability to speak.

The shock potent in my words.

"I told you, I do not repeat myself"

He says standing up now, having to actually repeat himself.

"Well you're going to have to this time Dad!"

I exclaim as I now too stand up.

The anger is as clear as day in his eyes as is in mine.

It's like fire against ice.

Unfortunately for me, I'm melting and can't do anything about it.

"Roger!"

My mother says as she too slips into the study with my sister in tow.

Just then everything dawns on me.

They knew.

Both of them knew and neither of them had the decency to tell me.

I could have at least been prepared.

"Samantha please"

Almost immediately my mother silences herself but still walks up to my father.

I glance at her with pleading eyes, begging for her to reason with him.

She is my mother.

has to do

never

But she remains silent.

I have to-? I pause as I

to stay

I'll only rile my father up more and then there will be no negotiations

At all.

someone? Someone I have never met? Just the thought

starts out calmly, "You do not have enough practical knowledge in regards to the business industry: "That's it? That's

I ask in bewilderment.

nods his head in acknowledgement

to show me these things? I

know this isn't just me asking

far more than

her father to rely upon? "I have

don't have the time to babysit you and show you the ropes.’ My heart

hope, that maybe, just

to do everything he wants me to, just so

at the

I always seem to

mine.His son, Damien, is a very respectable young man and is well known in the industry.Damien will show you the ropes and he will

stand there in complete and

this is it? This can't

to open

have to say something, I

However instead of rattling off into a motivating speech of human rights and self independence, a hand settles onto my

like doing is curling up into a ball

shoulder encouragingly and I

look at my father nor my mother and so I let

and own self belittlement, it takes a while for

whispers as she

snap out of the little trance I'm

and take a seat on the bed, wrapping

low I barely

and kneels down onto

"I knew."

She says.

snap to meet hers,

see remorse swirling in them as well

makes

fuel to the

you

I ask sharply.

stunned

hisses back-equally as sharp— but then composes herself as she takes in a deep breath and shakes

really am.I wanted to tell you but at the

asks, trying to plead with me to forgive

him more than

for Sarah, she barely witnesses the side he has

do

I say forcefully.

strong will then maybe I can convince my own self that I

him a few days.He's probably just stressed because of work.He'll never do something like this, it's probably

relax me and

that what she's saying is far from the

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