VOWS OF DECEPTION: THE CEO I HATE

SERENA'S POV

Out of the blue moon my heart ached and I could feel the terrifying shock in my heart. My heart was beating so hard and I had to hold my chest "he will be fine and you will be fine" I whispered to myself.

Hope lost? Yes.

Giving up? No

"My.. My dad.. Da..dad..dy" my words broke and it was like a mirror reflection of him in front of him.

I crawled from the bed down to the floor. My mind went gaga and I wished I had pulled and tore the cops apart the day they came for him.

Chills ran through my spine, sitting on the floor and looking at the wall as if my dad was going to come out through it so that I can share out of his pain or maybe someone would tell me that I was dreaming about the scenario of the cops coming to my house till this moment.

Riches, power and control feels good for the little period I have been engaged in it but I would choose my old, wooden, flat, not so big bed to sleep and have my father giggle on top of my head as he says 'goodnight my princess' with his whispers of 'I love you'

Hopeless, tired, frustrated... were the words that could explain me but one thing never came to my mind, which is giving up on the only man I know to have loved me since birth.

At once I burst into tears "he is all i've got.. He is.. He is my everything" I sobbed "papa" I screamed out as I would always call him when he tickles me after giving me snacks when I was little.

How did I forget that he is still with me even though he is far away or in a coma...

I quickly stood up from the endless and meaningless emotion, grabbed my bag and flipped out a hard paper.

"You told them you were not involved and they punished you?" I asked the image of my father in his picture that I was holding right in my skaky hand.. A brown, small sized, picture of myself and him when I was young. The picture captured myself and him when he had me on his lap the day I was graduating from I class I couldn't really remember.

Tears dropped on the picture and I stood up slowly, sobbing, turned around and found a mirror at the opposite, "daaa.dddyy" I screamed like an helpless child that had her father taken away from her when she needed him the most.

The mirror became blurry, I was fading away, I couldn't see myself so clearly, my pupils were tired and getting tired for the day, my head hit like a nail on the wall aided by a hammer.

I turned to the door like a zombie, slowly but never retiring... "who would help me?" I asked my shadow but it was helpless just as me...

Then boom.. The picture of the man with an hoodie flashed to my face.. "Just one year and he has fulfilled his part but I am yet to complete the year with him, then how easy will it be to ask for another help...

Heart breaking, heart quaking but I held the knob of the door "anything for my daddy"

***

Knock knock.

"This is not an avenue to come here regularly," he yelled from the room.

"Yes. But I want to talk.. I need to see you now. Not your face anymore but just the hoodie man that got my dad out of jail" I yelled back with my heart beating so fast and my fist tightened.

"I am not a doctor," he called out.

My mind wrapped in fear and my heart questioned 'he knows... he knows about it.. How'

"One more year.. I will be married to you for two years.. Two years. I promise not to run away" I called out in my breaking voice.

Silence like a graveyard, it was glaring that he was uninterested and he had done his own side of the deal..

I wept but this time handling my situations myself as I covered my mouth and never wanting to bother anyone anymore.

I turned my back to his door and walked slowly.. With the picture in my hand, the location of the hospital in my head.

I looked at my feet, it was so ready for the walk and I burst out with a smile like a psychiatric patient ready to be under duress.

"It's time to walk the miles for my father" I whispered to myself as I let out a smile, a dangerous one at it.

Counting my steps from the stairs right in front of the gate of the mansion..

"No way! You can't get out until the boss gives the orders" the gate man called out.

I looked at him and wished I had a nail to hit him on the head.

My energy was gone and there were no words of argument because the next person I wanted to speak to was my father.

A voice from the balcony up, "allow her! Let her go!" I looked up and it was him. Dante..

This time he was holding each edge of the balcony in his white pajamas. Just got out of the shower I think, due to the drop of water from his hair to his face.

He wiped his face and walked his hands through his hair before snapping his finger and a total disappearance of him out of the balcony.

"You are lucky" the gateman said to me and looked at me.

I pouted my lips like a new born that wasn't interested in the discussion but wanted all she wanted.

"Be fast! I don't want to get there late" I said.

Stepping out of the gate.. A car light dimmed into my face. My hands blocking the rays of light, but it was too sharp and can poke out the eyeballs.

"Stop it!" I yelled at once.

I commanded and it happened. The light went down and so did the glass at the back seat of the car did and a voice just so familiar said, "hop in and lets go"

"Hum... he is a ghost" I said silently.

"Not entirely" he replied sharply.

With no iota of fear, I hopped into the car and the car zoomed off.