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Chapitre 4: The Crush

While Maevie was going through her contact list trying to find the person…. A person whom she can receive some comfort from, Sienne who was sitting at the riverbank watching the firework show with her twin brothers looked at the constantly ringing phone.

 

"Second Brother. Third Brother. Is it really okay to ignore her call like this? She had called us a lot of time. What if she got in trouble?"

 

"What trouble could she get into? I'd beg her to not create trouble herself." The second young master of the Cacia family, Llyod said.

 

"Exactly. I saw that she'd seen our moments. She must be calling us to whine at us for leaving her out. Hasn't she learned her lesson from getting locked up for three days? There really is no cure for shamelessness." Abel, the younger twin adjected while mumbling the last two sentences under his breath.

 

"If anything did happen, she'd call Big Brother instead. Besides, she has her agent and assistant in case of emergency. No need for you to worry." Llyod comforted is baby sister endearingly.

 

 

Only if they knew that in the private room of the club, the little girl was curling herself up. As if she was holding herself form breaking down there and then. It was as if the world had come to an end. As though Maevie had given up to her faith.

 

But she was yet to give up. There was a little hope holding her… binding her from crumbling down to pieces, when she called Tyler.

 

The first call went by unanswered.

 

But she dialed the number again.

 

Once again unanswered.

 

She thought she would give up if the next one was unanswered.

 

But on the third ring, the call was picked up.

 

"Hello. Elder brother. I…" The little girl who was yet to mature fully was shaking. From happiness. From relief. From the fulfilment of the last hope.

 

"I'm so lonely now. Could you talk with me for a few minutes?... I…. I promise I won't take much time."

 

She was hoping that the usually cold tone of her Tyler brother would soften when he hears her pitiful voice. Like how he gently talked when he was speaking to Sienne or this fiancé.

 

But she was greeted by another voice.

 

"Hello. Miss Oz, Mr. Cacia is currently in a meeting now. If you have anything you want to inform him, please wait for the meeting to end, or inform me instead."

 

It was as if ice cold water had been poured onto her. She froze.

 

"…"

 

It was the voice of her brother's assistant. Disappointment filled her heart that she did not even utter a word for a few second.

 

"Miss Oz. Can you hear me?"

 

"Ah… Yes. Sorry for disturbing."

 

Maevie did not give the assistant a second to reply as she hung up the call.

 

'What was I even expecting? Who would want me when even my biological father abandoned me?'

 

And that was how the final string of hope on which she held onto snapped. She was like a little child… mesmerized by the colorful reflections of the bubbles. Whole throughout her life, she thought the love and attention she received from her people would be inexhaustible. That they would always love her no matter how unreasonable she was.

 

She forgot that the beautiful bubbles were also fragile.

 

She didn't know that with each stupid and irrational action she took due to her jealousy, she was popping one more bubble that she had.

 

Looks like she had finally popped the very last bubble she had.

 

 

 

But what she did not see was the shocked face of the assistant. The overbearing princess who was adopted into the Cacia family just apologized to him. He couldn't help but feel concerned. Considering how slurry her words were, it was evident that the young lady was drunk.

 

He looked at his boss through the glass wall of the conference room. The Vice President was breaking down a very important negotiation. He did not dare to enter and interrupt the conversation the two leaders were having.

 

'It should be okay to wait for at least half an hour, right?'

 

Only if he knew….

 

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.

.

 

After the call with the assistant ended, Maevie stared into the thin air as she chunked down her drink. She had never been this doubtful of her life. She had gone through all the contacts saved in her phone. Why did it take so long for her to realize that there was no one who would genuinely care for her? Or did she push away those who really did?

 

"Mama… Why did you have to die so soon? Why?... Nana…." She cries out for her mother who had left her and her grandma.

 

She remembers the warm hands of her Nana… In these past few years, her Nana was becoming weaker and weaker. Her thin and wrinkled hands that gave her the new year money just a few days ago…

 

Even if she wanted to bawl out her eyes in front of her Nana, she did not want to trouble her grandma. Not anymore….

 

But she could in this lonely and dark private room of the night club. The never stopping loud beats of the club gave cover to her sobbing. Nobody would hear her sobs. Nobody would see her miserable state…

 

She had never cried out like this ever since she had lost her mother.

 

For minutes her tears kept on falling, until her breathes were quivering. She sipped another cold yet burning drink. Her mind was fuzzy… yet cleared again.

 

Then she heard. The song the club was playing. A voice she would never mistake for anyone else. A voice she listens to everyday before she goes to bed. And as soon as she wakes up. A voice that sings for her while she gets ready for her day or makes a mess in the kitchen. On the car while she's driving. A voice that whispers into her ears in her dreams.

 

Yes… Only in her dreams….

 

Maevie, once again, he looked down at her phone. A saved contact stood out.

 

Luther.

 

The name had three red hearts on both sides.

 

It was the number of her crush of 12 years.


Chapitre 5: The Accident

No one could ever imagine how many times Maevie had entered this contact in one day. She opened the Chat History of the contact to see the long never-ending messages she had sent to him. To which she had never gotten a single reply.

In the past twelve years of her crush, she knew he wanted nothing more than to ignore her. But she loves even his effort to try and ignore her. Even the look of disgust that he gave her.

 

Somebody once told her that what she had for him was not love. But plain obsession.

 

Maybe it was indeed right. She was obsessed with him. Otherwise, what else could be the reason for all the foolish actions she took just to gain his attention.

 

She did not have the hope that he would pick up her call when she dialed him. As he had never did before. But the drunk girl had little control over her actions now.

 

 

And as she expected, the call was unreceived. She was sure, the only reason he did not block her number was because he did not want her to change her number and cause more trouble for him. Again.

 

Again, because it had happened previously.

 

She thought that she had already experienced a heart break. But she had never had such pain before. It was as if something was cutting off the inside of her chest, yet at the same time squishing it hard.

 

She felt breathless. And wanted to be mindless. Forget about all her pain.

 

But Maevie had enough drink already. She had come all alone and the little conscience she had saved was reminding her of that. She came out of the private room and was on the way to head home when a dashing man approached her.

 

"Hey pretty lady, are you here on your own?"

 

"…"

 

Maevie did not say anything. Just stared at the man who appeared to be of the same age as her.

 

'Must be in college.' She thought.

 

"If you're lonely, I can keep you company." Said the man as he got unnecessarily close to her.

 

She was lonely indeed. For a second, the young blood in her veins was tempting her to do reckless things.

 

'What if I followed the man?'

 

The man was not too bad looking. She observed.

 

'But Luther is more handsome.' A voice in her head argued.

 

'But he doesn't want me.' Reasoned back the other side of her consciousness.

 

She looked straight into the man's eyes. They were indeed attractive.

 

"I can show you how beautiful a night…." The man blew into her ears. "And fun…"

 

'Does this man want me?'

 

Maevie thought as she felt a chill down her spine.

 

'I guess I'm not that unattractive…'

 

Maevie had heard that a man and a woman would go back to their primal instinct if conscience wasn't the leash that bound the human society. And with the alcohol messing with her mind, the blooming flower was going back to her instinct. Being attracted to an opposite sex.

 

She was questioning whether to do something that she had never done. Whether if it really matters or not.

 

'Many girls do it anyway…'

 

The young man noticed that the pretty girl in front of him was not resisting his approach. So, he took another step further. His hands grasped hers as he cornered her to the wall. He eyes grazed from her eyes to her pointy little nose to the plum like lips.

 

Maevie closed her eyes as she felt the short breaths of the man. He was nervous… Her sixth sense could sense that his face was inches away from her ready to land his lips on hers. And she was ready to take his…

 

But then she remembered something.

 

"This is your last chance, Maevie. Stay here and reflect on your misconducts."

 

She remembered the angered face of her Second Brother Llyod when he came to see her in the lockup. She did not want to disappoint them anymore.

 

Maevie opened her eyes and pushed him away with little strength.

 

"No… Thank you."

 

Maevie regretted drinking too much, that too alone. She knew that in her state if the guy forced her, she would have no strength to fight back. But thankfully, not all men are asshole.

 

The man took a few steps back and breathed out a long sigh of disappointment. Before he questioned.

 

"Do you need help getting to your car?"

 

Some clarity had come to Maevie's mind. She politely refused the offer of help.

 

The guy just gave her a last smile and went away after the rejection.

 

Then she got to her car. Her mind was congested with too much thoughts, she did not even remember to call for a driver or her assistant. She in her drunk state was driving the car.

 

It was already 1 in midnight and the street she was driving at had no other vehicle driving, as it was not a main street. Usually, it would not be this deserted. But since it was the NewYear holidays, there was little to no people on the street. And it was also midnight.

 

With blank mind, she steadily drove the car into empty streets. She was not aware of where she was driving to.

 

Suddenly, a vision came to her mind.

 

A car which was driving in an uncontrollable speed crashing into another car. Then she heard a loud shout.

 

"STOP"

 

The call was what woke her up from her mindless state. Her breath was short and uncountable as she stopped her car at a junction. With her breaths still short she got out of the car and sat down leaning onto it.

 

'What the hell was I doing?'

 

She questioned her reckless action of drunk driving.

 

She covered her face with her hands and took deep and long breaths as she tried to calm herself down. It took her a few minutes for her to do so. Then she opened her phone and searched for the app to hire temporary driver. When the download of the app was completed, she was about to call the number provided to her when she heard a loud grumble of engine which seemed to be approaching faster than she could grasp.

 

And it all happened within a second. Maevie was standing on the path at the corner of the junction. Then a flash appeared from the adjacent street and took a turn towards the street she was. She saw it right before her eyes, the car driver could not control the speed and cut the corner. The back of the speeding car hit hers and the force of the impact pushed her car towards her.

 

"RUN"

 

Her mind was screaming at her. But her feet were stuck to the ground. She felt the impact and the fall. Her ears were ringing as her mind seemed to be sucked into a vacuum.

 

And the next thing she knew she was in an all-white room. With a blue bunny calling out.

 

"Hello. Miss Maevie Oz. You've been admitted as the 178455th student in our Villain and Villainess Redemption Academy (VRA)."


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