Met To Mend

Prologue

               My whole life so far is alone...

My mother died delivering me since then my father the famous business tycoon of Michigan, Mr. Charles Williams abandons me considering me as the murderer of his love. 

I lived my childhood in a big mansion with all the luxury of lives other than parental love and affection. He never saw my face, never held me in his arms. The moment my mom delivers me the next moment she died in his arms, my arrival in the world and her departure from the world happens at the same time. May be like she lent her soul to me.

As an infant, I grew up under my grandmother's and Emma's care, but when I was a year old, granny also left me alone and departed to heaven. After her death, Emma, who served my mom, since she married my father. Dad introduced her to mom as her personal maid. 

 As a stubborn, spoiled child, I grew up as servants who never dare to disobey me, fulfil all my legitimate or illegitimate desires. I became so stubborn and harsh. Emma used to scowl at me, saying "I have the face of my mom and got the ruthlessness from my dad", I always took this as a compliment. I always treat them rudely, just to hear that compliment from her again and again. 

My elder brother, Jasper David Williams also never bothered about me as he also brought up with the same thinking, considering me as his mother’s murderer. When he was 10, and I was 7, he punched me when I gifted him a handmade gift card at his 10th birthday party. He tore the paper card throw the pieces back on me yelling loud at me Infront of hundreds of guest "I hate you, murderer! you killed my mom, It’s better if you would have died that time then I can celebrate my birthdays happily with my parents" and he smashed a hard punch on my face. 

He punched me so hard that I fell on the ground a c***k sound came out as like some bone has broken down and my lips started bleeding.

I just couldn’t bear the pain at that age and blackout. Emma immediately took me to the hospital. My so-called father stood there like a mute spectator. That was my last public appearance with the Williams. After that Mr. Charles Williams, my biological dad ordered Emma to take me to California far away from them forever. I don't know whether he decided to protect me from Jasper or to avoid any other disgusting scene being created again publicly ruining his reputations.

I undergo surgery that time and got stitches around my wrist and elbow as I fall on my side so hard on that marble floor that I got multiple fractures in my arm from wrist to elbow. I stayed for 4 days in the hospital crying loud in pain calling my mom looking at the empty white ceiling, though the children ward is decorated with all the fancy kids' stuff nothing distracts me from looking at the door all the time waiting for him. 

As I always expected him to be here with me to console me, to caress me. Yes, I am talking about my dad, but he never visited me. Emma tried to cover up for him all the time but I never consider her my family. After I get discharged from the hospital with a cast starting from my hand and ending onto my shoulder. I was so small that I couldn’t understand why my family, my only father and brother hates me so much. I didn’t understand why they call me a murderer. I actually didn't even the know actual meaning of murderer that time.

"Emma, how I killed my mom?” I innocently asked her sitting in the back seat of my car while Ben my driver driving us back home from the hospital.

She looked down at my face and licked my hairs caressing me. “Angel, you should rest.” She put my head on her lap and gently patting my head and soon I fell asleep. I was under the influence of painkillers or maybe dad ordered the doctor deliberately to induce me with some sleeping drugs. I didn't even get to know that day when they airlifted me to California miles away from the Williams mansion and the Williams forever.

 Initially, I cried a lot to get back to William mansion. Emma tried hard to calm me down. I started hating her more since then.

“Later, I started liking the place. It is my private penthouse with all the luxuries. My school, dance classes and the freedom I got here everything was very new, gradually I starting loving my surroundings.

Since that day I never saw Jasper and dad and never heard from any of them. I used to miss them a lot. I cried missing them every night. I miss mom the most, if she wasn’t dead, she never let dad abandons me.

On my 10th birthday, Emma handed me a diary,

“It’s your mom diary. She wrote it for you. When she was expecting you and get to know that she is expecting a girl child, though she was aware of the complications related to your birth, she refused her doctor's abortion advice, when she gets to know it’s you, the daughter child she always wanted to have. On that very day, she gave you your name and started writing to you."

I was shocked to hear what Emma just said, I still ignored her words and excitedly unwrapped the gift wrap from that diary,

“Dream Rose Williams”

My name was written in bold red colour on the cover of the beautiful pink diary.

Tears of joy and pain rolled out of my ears. I hugged the dairy tightly shrugging it into my chest as if I am hugging my mom.

Emma rubbed my hairs with watery eyes, I shove her hand from my hairs and ran to my room.