Rebellious miss li

Memories

Asher's POV.

I was back again to that place. It was dark and the air in my lungs seemed to be non-existent.

I knew I was dreaming. It was the same dream I have had for five years and probably for the rest of my life. The same haunting memory that came in the form of a dream anytime I closed my eyes.

The scene finally cleared. I was at the back with my father, he had a clear smile on his face, after all his only son just got admitted into the most prestigious business school.

He was talking, saying something about how proud he was.

Then suddenly the car jerked. I was expecting it. I flew out of my seat, my head bashing the glass windows as I tried to steady myself. The car crashed into a bridge, hanging on for dear life as the bridge gave way gently, the car rocking back and forth.

My breaths grew faster. I knew what was coming next. I knew I couldn't avoid it. Tears stung my eyes as I watched the firefighters rush to my father's side.

He had a sharp bruise on his head, his clothes stained with his own blood.

" No, please save my son first" my father whispered tiredly.

" Dad" I whimpered, trying to reach out to him and hold him.

The firefighter nodded solemnly as he rushed over to me.

" No! I screamed at him, kicking and screaming, don't leave him, take my dad first please." I screamed.

All these fell on deaf ears as I was yanked out of my seat and into the muscular arms of the firefighter.

Just as I was pulled out, the bridge heaved it's last, pouring all its load into the sea beneath.

I was hanging from a rope, a firefighter holding me in place as I screamed in pain, watching my only parent become one with the sea.

The scene changed now. It was my father's funeral. I was clad in all black,I remember feeling numb. Numb to the preachings of the priest, numb to the people who tried to talk to me and console me.

I felt myself being pulled away from the crowd, my eyes never leaving my father's grave.

My father's best friend and business associate, Mr Blake, stood in front of me, flanked by a number of men, all clad in black.

" I truly sympathize with you on your loss Asher. Believe me when I say news of your father's death was a sharp blow to my heart. However, the company must be run. I understand if you want to grieve for like two years or so, that is why I have decided to fill in your father's shoes and take over, while you face your life. You are such a young child Asher. No one should have to bear this responsibility " he said, patting my shoulder.

I didn't notice it then, that day at the funeral, but here, in my dream state, I could see the greed that was seeping out of him, practically pouring on the floor like a black ooze.

"No" I had said, shocking even myself.

Mr Blake looked taken back.

" No? What do you mean no?" He asked.

I looked up to him, my eyes red from unshed tears and my heart yearning for even a minute with the only parent I had ever known.

" I would continue my father's legacy. I would be at the office first thing tomorrow" I said.

The men in black looked surprised too.

" What do you mean? You are still a child, besides you should be grieving, how can you be this greedy?" Mr Blake had asked, almost shouting at me, his voice desperately begging me to hear reason and let him take control of the company my father built from scratch.

" I am done mourning" I said simply.

" Well, then it's settled. I mean the boy is nineteen, old enough to take over the family's business, and since he says he is of fit mind, then we can let him" one of the men in black said.

He clasped his hands on my shoulder, his eyes holding genuine understanding.

They all nodded softly, taking their leave one after the other.

Mr Blake followed them, trying to convince them of how bad the idea of putting me in charge was.

After they left, I had knelt down in front of my father's grave and cried.

I cried because of the hypocrisy that seemed to have surrounded him while he was alive, I cried because he would never know just how heartless the people he called friends were.

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I opened my eyes softly, I was on my king sized bed, clothes damp with the intense nightmare I just had.

I got up, feeling my back groan in relief to feel the burden of the whole body lifted off it.

As I descended the staircase, I saw a pair of shoes peeking out from the curtains.

" Davis if you arrived early you should have at least made breakfast." I called out.

The shoes moved out of the curtain, slowly revealing the silhouette of a man.

I looked at him, my eyes dragging up from his clean, shiny shoes, to his tailored and ironed suit, to his face.

His face was blurry, I squinted hard, trying to pick out at least a distinct feature of his face, I could see nothing. Just a round circle connected to the neck, eyes nose and mouth were unseen.

" Trying to see my face I see" he asked.

I shrugged.

The first time I was diagnosed with prosopagnosia, I had thrown a fit, running out of the hospital and shivering with horror as everyone seemed to not have a face. They had drugged me, calming me down and explained the situation to me.

After that, it got easier. I was not blind, but I was as good as blind. I tried so hard to keep my condition to myself, but like always it got out.

When I had been summoned by the board members for an important discussion, I immediately knew it had something to do with my illness.

Of course they were worried. Those old coons. They did not want anything to jeopardize the company's name.

" I have the plane ready. Let's go marry you a chinese wife." Davis said.

Of course, that. My illness could be solved with just one solution, influence.

And that influence that I needed, Mr li fang had an abundance of it, that was why his daughter would be the perfect bride.