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.

to do

she would never agree to such a

But she remains silent.

to-? I pause as I take in

to

I don't I'll only rile my father up more and then there will

At all.

do I have to marry someone? Someone I have never met? Just the thought makes tears

do not have enough practical knowledge in regards to the business industry:

I ask in bewilderment.

in acknowledgement

you can show me.Why do I need an outsider to show me these things? I

all know this isn't just me asking for his help in the

something far more than

father to rely upon? "I

have the time to babysit you and show you the ropes.’ My heart

maybe, just maybe, he'd

agree to do everything he wants me to, just so I get

at the

I always seem

son, Damien, is a very respectable young man and is well known in the industry.Damien will show you the ropes and he will be a huge step in the right direction to bringing more

stand there in complete

is it? This can't

to open

say

However instead of rattling off into a motivating speech of human rights and

is curling up into a ball and crying

hand squeezes my shoulder encouragingly and

even look at my father nor my mother and so I let my sister drag me to wherever

in my thoughts and own self belittlement, it takes a while for me to realise

she pulls me into the

snap out of the

a seat on the bed, wrapping

whisper so low I

to where I'm sitting and kneels down

"I knew."

She says.

meet hers, hazel

remorse swirling in them as well as

makes me more

fuel

didn't you

I ask sharply.

leans back, stunned at

back-equally as sharp— but then composes herself as she takes in a

but at the same time I couldn't.You know

to plead with me

than you think you ever

barely witnesses the side he

can't do

I say forcefully.

maybe I can convince my own self that I

dad some time to relax okay.Give him a few days.He's probably just stressed because of work.He'll never do something like this, it's probably a big scare just to make you serious about the

to relax me

she's saying is far from the

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