Who are you
1091 Words
“DAVENPORT'S MANSION”
Tired, Ruthie pushed open the grand entrance door, dragging her feet inside and towards the stairs but then her mother's blunt voice halted her on her tracks.
"Stop right there, Young lady"
She freezes, her hand grasping the stair railing ready to ascend on it. Looking back, she saw her mother reclining on the sofa, holding a magazine in her hands.
She heaves a tired sigh, before turning fully to her with a big fake smile welcoming her lips.
"You were home, Old Lady?" She replied jocularly.
"Where are you coming from, you weren't at the PALACE HOTEL..." She drops the magazine, rising from the sofa.
"...where you were supposed to meet the third son of ESSENCE DAIRY MILK, for your blind date" She finished removing her glasses, her eyes piercing Ruthie's with a stern gaze. Ruthie gulps down nervously, racking her brain for all sort of reasonably excuses to make this Witch as she often refers her to privately, not go all bonkers at her.
"Ummm...I_"
"You probably went on that stupid audition again just to make a fool out of yourself, ain't I right?" Her mother, Mrs Clara Davenport interrupted, sternly.
"It is not a useless audition...mom. It is my dream" Ruthie countered, getting pissed off and of course steeling herself for another inevitable argument.
Mrs Davenport's expression turned colder, her eyes flashing with disapproval and disappointment.
"You're getting married, get ready" She announced, shocking the hell out of Ruthie.
"What??"
"You're 25, Ruth Rachael Davenport. It's time to make a life and stop chasing around empty dreams. Our company needs a stable partner, someone with influence and resources. ESSENCE DAIRY MILK can provide that. I'm already making arrangements, you'll be engaged by the end of this week. Resume to work by tomorrow, I'm making you the Director at the board meeting tomorrow"
Ruthie clenched her jaw, with her palms fisting.
"I'm ain't resuming at any company, I'm ain't getting married, and I ain't getting controlled by you Mother" Ruthie replied firmly shocking Mrs Davenport.
"I love acting, it's my dream and I'm pursuing it no matter how many fvcking years it takes me, don't try to take that away from me, cause it's not gonna be possible" She added.
Mrs Davenport scoffed, finding her resolution unreasonable. "Acting? That's not a career, Ruth. It's a wastage of time! You have a responsibility to this family, as the only legitimate child. Your grandfather built this entertainment empire from scratch. I made it the success it is today! Now It's time for you to take the reins. You're gonna start from where I stop, Young lady!"
"Don't try to coax me cause it's not gonna work. Mother"
"You have no way out from this, young lady. This is about your family and you have to take full responsibility. You should be thinking about only one thing and that's the COMPANY! You've played around enough for now, the company has to be taken to higher levels and you...are going to do just that because the company is now your responsibility!"
"STOP! ...Stop...just stop please!!" Ruthie screamed, cutting her off.
"The Company! The company!! I'm sick and tired of hearing that s**t please! You want me to take over the company? That company! That same company that took your husband's life! That same company that drove your f*****g son mad! You want me to take on that suicide mission?? No way, Madam...I can't...not when I'm still breathing!" She ranted heavily.
Mrs Davenport's face hardened, a big frown welcoming her face, and before Ruthie could say 'Jack!', she landed a resonating slap on her cheek.
"Ungrateful b*tch!...unreasonable b*tch!" Mrs Davenport spat venomously.
"Listen and listen good. As long as you're the only survivor left in this goddamn family, then you do as I say. You marry the man I choose, and live the life I want, that's what I brought you to this life to do, so you have no right to complain. You're only existing because I birthed you...so I have every right over you, Got that!! Get ready to work in the company, your marriage would be rushed up so you know" Mrs Davenport finalized sternly.
Ruthie puffs in anger tears already gathered in her eyes, but she held them in.
"Nothing matters to me more than my dreams, you can go get your f*****g ass married for all I care!!" She spat defiantly, running back towards the door where she bumped into a lady coming in.
"Sis_" The lady could not finish her statement when Ruthie pushes her aside running out of the house.
"What's with her..." The lady muttered going further in only to meet Mrs Davenport standing on a spot, beaming in anger.
"Mother?" She called walking towards her.
"Mother are you okay?" She touches her shoulder but Mrs Davenport gave her a death glare.
"Get the f**k out of my sight..." She seethes, marching up the stairs while the lady sighs.
"Another fight must have broken out...ohh I'm so stressed out..."She mutters rubbing her neck.
~A CONVENIENCE STORE~
Outside the convenience store sat Ruthie on one of the plastic chairs arranged there. Eight cans of beers on the table in front of her. Six of them already emptied, one in her hand which she's chugging down her throat unstoppably.
"Arggh!!..." She squeezes her face after gulping down half of the beer.
"...sour" She belched.
"Why is is so sour? Beer should be sweet not sour...so why is it so sour..why are you so sourrrrr!!!" She purrs out in a tiny voice, her cheeks already reddened with her eyeballs rolling dramatically. It's obvious she's as drunk a hell.
"...the beer is sour...and my life is sour...wait, does this makes me a sorcerer?" She thought for a while but then burst into a loud laughter.
"Hahahaha...." She cachinnate loudly clapping her palms.
"I'm a sorcerer...I'mma f*****g sorcerer...." She laughs maniacally saying to every one passing by.
"Ugh!." She sighs out, cupping her cheeks with her palms, with her lips pouting.
"But I'm too pretty to be a sorcerer...i should be ugly and mean looking like those ones in movies...but I'm too pretty...what do I do? What will you do Ruthie...you're just too pretty for my liking...hmpf! Pretty you...too pretty..." She chuckles, taking the beer can again, pouring the content down her throat.
"Here you are?" A manly voice suddenly stopped her in her motion. She stopped drinking and look up to the huge man standing before her with her blurry sight.
"Who are you?" She blinked.
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