Layla's Revenge

Reborn

I died. At the young age of 25, my useless life ends. I died because of hypothermia in December night with no house to return, no money, and no family. Pathetic isn't it? becoming a stepping stone for that b***h who only knows how to act pitifully and me?

Laylannie Vaultermor. A trash with no talent and a reputation of being tasteless, flashy, idiotic b***h.

Can't blame them though.. I'm really an i***t. Trusting those old money hungry elders while spoiling me to the core as if they love me. How dumb am I not noticing them laughing behind my back.

I regret it.. I fully regret it. If I have given a chance to go back.. I'll definitely slap them twice the amount they hurt me.

If only...

A massive pain jolted in my head that makes me want to scream. Damn! I don't want to be in pain anymore. What happened?

I know I died in that small, cold basement. How come.. I'm alive?!

I even hardly open my eyes as my eyelids was so heavy.

"My! Young miss wakes up!" a shrill voice so happened to shout beside me and my brows automatically furrowed in annoyance. It makes my head hurt more!

As I open my eyes, I saw a grandeur pink bed curtain and all around surrounded by sickening pink color.

I turn my head when I heard that a door opens.. it's also pink by the way. A sudden nostalgia hit me.. this room looks like my room 15 years ago!

Then two people came.. because of the curtain bed, I hardly figure out who they are until the girl spoke..

"Sister! boo hoo.. I am sorry! I didn't mean to get you hurt, it's just that.." Even though childish.. I won't and never forget this alluring yet poisonous voice!

A maid came and tie the bed curtain. By then, I saw my father. The same strict, cold, and hardworking father. I almost cry because he who died due to my selfishness.

"Father.." My voice cracked. If I'm dreaming please don't wake me up.

"Are you okay?" He asked.. If it was before, I immediately want a compensation for being hurt and act spoiled in front of him.

I just nod my head because I know that if I spoke more, my tears will come out. I look at the little girl beside him.

Charmaine Quasidillo.. my aunt's daughter. She looks like 12 years old. So that means I am only 10 this time!

She has this big almond eyes that always look like its about to cry, a porcelain face like a doll that you can't help to dote on but you cannot imagine that under this facade is a b***h, fame w***e liar.

"Sister.. are you still angry at me? You know that I didn't mean to push you but that girl was crying and asks me to help her. If know that my strength will be strong and.. and there's a stair, I.. I.. I'm really sorry!"

Yeah.. I remember this moment.

At this point, I'm still chasing for a stupid affection and I thought that I can get it with my aunt's family. I am an only child.. my mother died when she birthed me, and my dad gives me a cold shoulder. I even thought that he hated me because of me, my mother.. his wife died.

How happy am I.. when this cousin came to our house. I thought that I can have a big sister and a friend that I longed to have. This naive thought just bring this family doom, we openly let a snake enters this household.

"Big sis.. Why do you think that I make that girl cry?" I ask innocently but I'm seething with anger.

I remember this scene.

We celebrated Charmaine birthday in our house and she brings many of her friends and schoolmates. I of course so delighted that for the first time our house is lively. She introduced me to her friends while wearing a crappy tasteless brown dress and I thought it's fine because they all complemented me, mostly Charmaine. Imagine a young and immature girl wearing an adult like clothes?

Then while I was walking in the second floor.. I bumped into one of her friends and she fell. She immediately cry loudly and what just big sis stated.. she pushed me for thinking I bully the girl.

When she ask me this question in front of my dad in my last life.. I just timidly didn't say anything and accept that it was my fault. Now.. that I have this opportunity to change it why wouldn't I?

"Look.. I didn't know you are stupid big sis. How can I, a small child be able to push a big girl with so much force?" I blink and grin like it was just a joke.

She look at father seemingly asking for help or at least reprimand me but father only stared at me and this time.. I know he's not angry, nor disappointed in me. I see it clearly now.. He want me to explain.

"I-I.." I cut her off and speak.

"It's like this, when I'm just walking while having my orange juice.. she slightly bumped into me and some of my juice spill on her clothes. I immediately say sorry but then she exaggeratedly fell" I explained as childishly as I can. I brace myself and says..

"Father? Do I have superpowers?"