Chapter 3
KAYLA'S POV
It has always been true that hangovers don't last, but drunk memories do.
I struggled with the bright rays of light which escaped through the blinds.
I reached over to the nightstand and fumbled it slowly, hoping I found my aspirin.
“Mom, have you seen my aspirin?” I called out slowly, gently opening my eyes.
My eyes met a different environment when it was fully open.
The king-sized bed which was dressed with a white linen and the sleek low-slung armchair by the window was enough evidence that I was not at home.
“Where was I?” I asked, directing to no one in particular.
My breath stopped momentarily as the memories from last night flooded into my memory.
I was the one at fault.
I was drunk and had initiated every single action that took place.
My heart skipped a beat as reality dawned on me.
I was no longer a virgin!
I had given my first night to a stranger. A total Stranger!
“Waah!!”
“Was I so loose?”
“What if he had attacked or murdered me in the middle of the night?”
“How could I be so foolish?” I asked myself, as different weird thoughts eluded my mind.
I reached out to the other side of the bed and gripped my bag fastly.
My clothes were scattered all over the floor except for the new panties I had on.
I wandered my gaze around the room as I searched frantically for the man from last night.
“How had he disappeared so soon,even without saying a word to me?”
“And the new panties?”
“Where were they from?”
My eyes caught the sight of my black panties which hung on the wall.
The memories of the man from my last night-stand hurriedly flooded my mind.
I remembered his handsome face and cute face and my lips curved slightly into a wide smile.
He must really be so strange to hang my panties on the wall, putting on new panties on me and disappearing into thin air.
“That was so mischievous of him” I sighed loudly.
I hurriedly put on my clothes, grabbed my purse and pushed the door open.
I had already made a mess of myself and I won't let the thoughts of it weigh me down.
“ I would pretend as though nothing ever happened” I promised myself, as I ran down the stairs.
My phone buzzed from inside my purse and I pulled it out.
There were over fifty notifications in there.
Texts, online messages and calls from my father, mother and Charles.
A devilish smirk pulled through my lips as the thoughts of that. They were really having a hard time searching for me everywhere and that was the revenge I needed.
And as for my next moves, that would be left for me to decide as the hell I had as a family were never setting their eyes on me anymore.
And as for their endless texts, I am yet to have the courage to reply to all of it.
I started to put my phone back into the purse when a call flashed across my phone screen.
It was from Mom.
After a moment of hesitation, I heaved a heavy sigh of relief.it was obvious I had no other option than to attend to her.
As not doing that, may cause her a sudden heart attack.
I picked up the call, holding my breath and expecting to hear the worst from her.
“Hello..” came the voice at the other end.
I let out a sharp breath that was audible enough.
“Kayla, please where have you been?” came her voice. It was shaky and sounded like someone who had barely escaped running into a speedy car.
“I have been doing fine” I replied, my expression stoic.
“We are dead worried about you, your father is upset” she lied, her voice breaking at short intervals.
Damn!
She was at it again, trying to cover up her husband’s actions.
I balked.
“He is upset?”
“Mom, why are you lying?” I questioned her, streams of tears flowing down my face as I knew the hell this woman was passing through.
She had never known peace throughout her years of being married to that beast; my father.
“I am not” she cried, finally breaking down into the tears she had resisted all these while.
“Dad is not upset about my well-being,Mom”
“He is upset that I never gave him the opportunity to unalive me or give me off to a total stranger for marriage sake” I retorted sharply.
My mom let out a loud sigh, anxiety etched in her tone.
“Kayla, you know how dangerous your father can be, please come home as soon as possible” my mom begged, her voice laced with fear.
“No..” I replied, finality evident in my tone.
I ended the call abruptly, sliding the phone back into my purse.
“I had my own plans and I was going to fulfill it, my own opinions would begin to count and theirs would never count anymore” I seethed, a surge of satisfaction thrumming through my veins.
I searched for my father's debit card I had with me and sighting it sitting pretty in my bag, a devilish smile escaped my lips.
I had overheard his pin from one of his minions and had successfully stolen the card from his sturdy.
The money in there would settle my start-up expenses.
I smiled to myself, a smile which faded away as I could no longer sighted my bracelet on my wrist.
“Wooh!”
My father's most important treasure?
The bracelet had the print of the Meyer's Familiar signature.
The most treasured heirloom of my father.
A wave of trepidation ran through my veins as I reminded myself how mischievous, strategic and deadly my father can be.
He may be able to track me with the bracelet.
Hell! No!
“What had I landed myself into?” I cried, as I could no longer find the bracelet anywhere in my bag.
“That would mean a whole lot of trouble but I am ready for all of it” I consoled myself as I boarded a taxi and headed to a different destination to start a new life.
A world where I would be the artist of my own life and live my dreams.
I stared at the reflection of myself in the mirror. My hair was disheveled and beads of sweat covered my face, hiding the natural beauty and fine complexion I was endowed with.
It was a busy day at work. Within the space of two months of running away from the claws of my beastly father, I was able to seek comfort in my special skills.
It had been months of refining my technical abilities, harnessing my skills and achieving my dream of building the most sought-after tech empire in the whole of New York.
It had been months of resilience, hardwork and commitment.
I headed to the kitchen to make some cupcakes for myself when a call flashed into my phone.
It was an unknown number and without much hesitation, I picked up the call hastily.
It must be a call from one of my prospective clients.
“Hello..” I started and the husky voice from the other end sent cold shivers down my spine, making me incredibly nervous.
Oh, how I hated this voice.
“Kayla..” he called my name loudly, his tone as dismissive and cold as ever.
“Hello, Dad” I responded, a fake smile spread across my face. I had learnt never to show my fear and I tried so hard to keep my voice calm.
“Listen, Kayla” he began, as I heard a loud gulp of liquid run down his throat.
“ I just concluded a meeting with the cops, they have been paid heavily to conduct a thorough search for you and when they finally succeed, you would either comply with my orders and have yourself reduced to a corpse” he stated with a tone of finality, his voice sounded so brutal and cold.
“So, I advise you to come home with the family's bracelet which you stole, get married to the man I recommended or you have your head chopped off and fed to the dogs” he threatened, his voice making me shiver in fear.
“ Sir…sir” I stammered before the call ended.
I knew my father was a monster and I understood how dangerous he could always be.
My heart etched with fear as I was torn between two decisions; my father's choices and my dreams.
What would I do?