Olivia attacked again!
CLARA'S POV
I opened the curtain to my room very gently and could not believe the sight I beheld. The shock I felt left my jaw in utter disbelief as the forceful wind that blew last night turned my room into an unbelievable scene. The bed, shoe rack, clothing rack, and closet were all the shadows of the usual arrangement she initially gave before leaving the room. My eyes went round the room fast to catch where the pieces of the book I was reading fell. Suddenly, I found the torn pieces littered on the floor. The glass of water I placed on the table was already shattered into pieces at one corner of the room. I felt an immediate frustration at the sight.
In that mood, I turned to see if I could find someone else in that room, and lo and behold, I saw Ariel seated sluggishly in her corner and staring at the ceiling.
"Jeez! What the damn went wrong here, Ariel?" I asked intuitively to find out if thieves terrorized the whole room. My eyes were fixed on Ariel's entire body to see if I could indicate any injury, but amazingly, Ariel was in total good health.
Ariel managed to lift her face in utter disgrace and pain. "I need to apologize to you before explaining what happened in your absence. Olivia invaded the room again; she ransacked every corner of the room and threatened to harm my life if I ever intervened in the whole scenario".
"Not again!" I shouted in anger. I wanted to rush out of the room, but my mind told me to ensure one of my most prized possessions was still in my custody. So I quickly ran to the wardrobe and couldn't believe my eyes. "Oh my gosh, damn it!!" I echoed as I discovered that my best wristwatch, which I had bought expensively and always kept for special occasions, was shattered into pieces.
I picked up the wristwatch pieces and tried to fix it back to its originality. I tried all I could, but all to no avail, so I slowly kept the shattered mirror of the wristwatch on the floor. I made an effort to withhold my tears, but the range at which my eyes were already filled with tears made it impossible. Tears quickly rolled down my cheeks in a hot manner.
"I wouldn't have ever bothered much if it were another of my belongings in my closets, but why must it be a prized possession? I have always kept this as a hidden treasure, only to use it on special occasions. Olivia has dealt with me." I mumbled.
I tried to fix them again when I sat on the floor, but it dawned on me again that it was practically impossible. The thought that I saved the wristwatch for a long time and was supposed to use it while meeting my mate a few days from that day shattered my mind more, and I cried bitterly. I imagined endlessly the next thing to wear to see my mate and could not find any answer. The watch always made me look fantastic and exceptional.
Ariel tried to come closer to me to check if I was feeling alright when she heard me sobbing. I quickly buried my face in my duvet, which was carried while crying on the floor. I never wanted Ariel to discover my pain from the wristwatch. I was a person who never liked being pitied or felt sorry for; I was known for being strong and courageous. I had never wanted Ariel, my roommate, to always feel bad for me; hence, I avoided scenes resulting in that. Ariel tried as much as she could to lift my buried face, but I resisted it strongly.
Olivia was from a wealthy background but had a very terrible character. Her parents were not helping with matters with her stubborn case, either. I had stayed with them for a while because I had poor parents who couldn't afford my necessary needs. So, I was obliged to work for Olivia's parents. Olivia never gave me anything of quality, even when instructed by her parents, so I had to work extra hours to be paid more to get my desires.
I finally got admitted to a boarding school and could not afford all my bills easily. I relied on and was constantly manipulated by Beta Melvin, Olivia's father. At some point, I hated my life and wished my parents never died during one of their journeys. Sometimes, I hoped that the accident that took my late parents' lives had been averted. Most times, I wished they never travelled at all, or at least they didn't go by night.
Beta Melvin was with my parents during the accident; he came back with injuries and told us that my parents could not survive the brutal accident due to their malicious acts and ignorance. Everyone quickly believed that an unrepentant man easily except for me. My instincts strongly rejected such lies from him because both my parents and Beta Melvin were coming back from a prestigious war they had conquered from the previous days in one of the opposite packs.
Upon Melvin's return to the pack alone, he was treated specially and urgently as the only survivor and warrior in the bag; hence, he was promoted to a greater rank of Beta. Every other person sympathized with me and handed me over to Beta Melvin, who pledged to take over every one of my responsibilities and shower me with massive care. Nobody knew they were vain words from a devilish man. I thought to myself.
I felt more pain when I realized that most of the pack members knew what I was going through at the hands of Olivia and her stone-hearted family. It broke my heart more. They all allowed me to be in that condition because they accepted that it was best for me as an unlucky child of unlucky parents who could not come back to celebrate their victory over their enemy pack. They considered it taboo, and the daughter had to face the repercussions. I had met many times in a situation where they called me foul names like bastard, unlucky being, daughter of a coward, and other unimaginable names.
My only solace and comfort was the fact I was finally about to move over to College, where I could leave the sight and control of Melvin and his family. I became one of the best students in the high school; hence, I obtained a remarkable immunity to stay in a higher room and building in my boarding school. It has made me more comfortable in the school and given me a glimpse of hope that I would soon live the kind of life so much desired.
I was entirely grateful for my present comfort because only a few were allowed to stay in that school building, and the ones there were highly recommended and respected. I only got to see Beta Melvin and his family again very few times, giving me more serenity.
I finally returned to my senses and began to reminisce on another remedy to my wristwatch because I had an important meeting I must not miss. I wanted to wear the only watch that made me look superior to my current predicament. The next day was my school project celebration for the senior colleagues in the building and the celebration day where I was met to see my mate, so I needed to be on her best behaviour and, most significantly, great attire. That was my primary concern then, so everything else seemed like a distraction to my mind.
I have long wanted to meet my mate. I had seen him before, so I could not wait to see him and have an experience with him. It was all I so much yearned for and wished for; I had imagined countless times what he could look like and how he could react to me. I have also learned new skills that would make me more beautiful and unique to him.
My instincts have encouraged me that my mate would be a great person who would help me and give me solace in my adversities. I have waited for this season for a long time, ever since the death of my parents. I thought my hardship was finally over since I was about to see my mate, who may be my protective person now.
I heaved in utter happiness about the satisfactory thoughts I had for so long about the discovery of my mate. My joy knew no bounds that it was finally getting closer, but a deep pain went through my heart when she remembered the case of my broken wristwatch.
