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Like always, I reached for the scan, feeling a crushing relief as I stared at the image. A sad smile touched my lips as I ran my fingers along the edges and surface. I never got to touch them, but I missed them so much.
Satisfied, I hid the picture and left the room. But right at my doorstep was Nora, her hands crossed, her eyes glaring at me “What did you do to Roderick?” She asked.
Goodness.
“Why wouldn’t he break up with you? Why wouldn’t he see me anymore?”
I rolled my eyes. “Please, Nora. We’re running late.”
I tried to leave, but she stood in my way. “I’m talking to you!”
“Well, I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I look really beautiful now.”
“Oh, please! Do you think you’re more beautiful than I am?”
“I don’t know. Why don’t you ask your supposed boyfriend or fiance why wouldn’t he leave me alone?” I forced my way aw from her. “And please, Nora, tell Roderick to end things with me. I’m begging now.”
Father was pleased to see me downstairs.
“You look lovely, my dear.”
I managed a smile. “Thanks, father.”
My stepmother was already prepared and gawked at us. Father led me outside to where our cars were waiting.
Surprisingly, or maybe not too surprisingly, there was an extra one out there.
The driver was beside it but approached me when I stepped out of the house. “Good day, ma’am. I was sent to pick you up.” He said with a bow.
The sight of it only pissed me off. Jaris was a control freak!
“I already told him I won’t be going with him,” I replied to the man.
Father looked at me with surprise. “Lyric…”
“Let’s just go. Please.” I walked ahead of him, going into our own car.
I was yet to get over what he did to Matt. He killed that innocent boy for nothing and didn’t even feel a single remorse.
I was determined to be away from him as much as possible, until the mating ceremony inevitably brings us together. ***********
SOMEWHERE IN MYSTOPIA
The bartender refilled the woman’s cup for the umpteenth time.
He watched as she emptied it in seconds, her eyes fixed on the screen ahead.
The bartender couldn’t tell if she was interested in the sport being aired on the TV. She didn’t strike him like the type that would be interested in such programmes.
She looked fierce, with a deep scar running down the left side of her cheek.
The young woman, though pretty, had the looks of someone that cared little for people.
The game finally came to an end, and she requested for her bill.
“Boring game, huh?” The bartender tsked as he waited for her to bring out her cash. “You should’ve asked me to switch to something more entertaining.”
The woman only glanced at him–slowly–but didn’t say a word. She handed his money to him.
“Gracias.” The bartender said as he took her glass and turned to leave.
“I am looking for someone,” the woman finally spoke, drawing his attention.
He turned around to see a picture now on the table.
“Have you seen her?”
The bartender shook his head at once. It was a lady with an ugly scar. He hadn’t met anyone like that.
“Sorry I can’t help you.”
Saying nothing, the woman tucked the picture back into her pocket.
“Who’s she?” The bartender was curious.
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