IN HIS EYES

gods do exist

I wake up with a skull crashing headache.The morning sun makes the room shine bright making my already swollen eyes hurt really bad. I stretch my hand to feel if Warren is still in bed but as i expected he's not. It takes me another twenty minutes to get out of bed and scan the room. He left honey water by the bed side with a note under it.

"Drink the honey water it'll help minimise your hangover. Don't drink that much next time,you overestimated yourself. The contract is in the top left drawer."

I quickly retrieve the contract and open it to make sure it's what i went through all that hardship to acquire.

He really is going to invest large sum of money in my father's company. This will definitely make him become one of the major shareholders ,just how my dad wants.

I return the envelope back in the drawer and my mind drifts back to yesternight.

I feel embarrassed when i recall how he gently helped me hold my hair up as i was vomiting my guts out. I have never had that much to drink before. Warren sure is something.

Warren is a busy man, i don't think he's still at home by this time of the day. I messed up yesterday and had too much to drink failing to plant the secret cameras.

I search through all the rooms in his massive mansion but cannot find his study. Where the hell can it be?

Warren, Warren, you sure are a hard nut to c***k.

I spend all of my morning re-searching the rooms trying to find clues where it can be located. I have never felt this frustrated my entire life.

My stomach rumbles reminding me how hungry i am. Getting something to eat first won't be bad right?

I open the massive fridge only to be disappointed. All the food stuff in it are made of high calorie and that's no-go zone for me.

"You will catch a cold if you continue standing infront of an open fridge Lexus."

Oh no!! He wasn't supposed to find me here. I close the fridge and my eyes meet with a younger version of Warren. I am left dumbfounded with how godly he looks, his beauty is way too much to take it all in at once. His emerald eyes have a strong magnetic pull in them, they make me feel like a huge lump of steel slowly being attracted towards them. His lips are pink and soft, they make me think of cotton candy, I bet they taste like heaven.

He's soo tall, maybe six inch five, making me feel overpowered by his presence. Why is it suddenly hot in here?

I make my way up the stairs to Warrens room without saying a word to him. I put on my dress,grab the contract and head downstairs in a hurry.

He's now standing at the base of the staircase looking at me in unholy way making me force my already numb legs down the stairs. He pulls me back when i try to get past him.

"Do you plan on leaving without introducing yourself?"

"You don't have to know everyone you meet." I say while freeing myself from his grasp and brushing past him.

I've never had of Warren having a wife let alone a son... a HOT son.

It's only Saturday at three pm but i won't be wrong if i say my weekend is already eventful.

Upon reaching home, I head to my father's room and knock lightly on his door but get no response. I make my way in and relief runs through me when I don't spot him. I place the envelope on his table and quickly leave.

"Did Warren give you a hard time?" Christine says while going through my closet.

I hadn't noticed her presence when i entered my bedroom.

"Mum!"

"Are you not happy to see me? I missed you" she says coming towards me with her arms wide open.

"Drop your act Christine. You don't have to keep pretending that you care about me."

"Argh, you saw through my pretence. Now back to important matters. You've slacked off in keeping your closet updated with the new fashion designs,"

"I've been busy,"

"Don't give me that attitude Arielle "

"Well, it's your job to take care of my closet."

"You're right. I brought some designer clothes from Italy. I'll get someone to get rid of this trash tomorrow."

"Okay. Now can you please get out. I need to rest."

She takes one last look at my room before she leaves.

Sometimes i question myself how things ended up this way. Our home used to be a place accomodating three genuine happy souls. I used to feel being loved and protected. My parents looked at me with loving eyes and one could tell i was the best thing to happen to them.

Now we're on the same path but with different destinations. Everyone is too engrossed in their own destiny that all the things around that once mattered mean nothing at all.

I freshen up and take out my play script, just by looking at it makes my worries be lifted away. I love being on stage since it's the only place i can disguise as someone else. This makes me forget about who I am, even if it's just for a few hours.

I read through my lines over and over again even though I've already memorized every word. The more i read through the lines the more I feel owning the main leads life. The feeling brings me a sense of freedom.

"Wacky wacky sleeping beauty,"

I cover my head with a pillow to block the noise.

"It's time to wake up Arielle. I've been watching you sleep for the past two hours."

"Catty!!"I throw away the pillow after realization hit me that it was her, "how did you get here?" I say pulling her in for a hug.

"Your mother let me in. She's soo beautiful and welcoming," she says while giggling.

"Yeah?"

Christine likes faking to the outside world that our family is united and loving. I hate it most when we have a family TV show. We are forced to act like a happy family and do boring activities together just to make everyone believe that we're the most perfect family in LA.

Even though i don't like bringing my friends over, Christine has been pestering me to introduce my friends to her. I hate it most when she fakes a smile and pretends to be warm and caring before them.

"I helped her out in the kitchen. Dinner is almost ready."

"You didn't have to. You're my guest."

"Am no guest in this house. It's my second time coming over."

I really do appreciate all the efforts Cate makes to push our friendship to the next level but i prefer the kind of friendship that ends at school. I belong to a totally different world from hers.

Christine enters the room carrying dinner while faking the most charming smile she can pull.

"I've brought you girls dinner. I know you need some girls time alone, i don't want to steal the show with my boring old days stories "

"You didn't have to go through all the trouble Mrs Christine," Cate says taking the tray from her.

"That's what a mother should do."

"You're so sweet"

"Of course she is,"i get down from my bed and hug Christine, "thanks for the dinner mum."

"I'll...I'll give you... girls some privacy." She says while choking on her words.

"Jason's party was mind blowing Arielle. I wish you were there," she says throwing herself on the bed, "do you remember Andrea?"

"Of course i do. How can i forget my nemesis."

"Well,you tend to forget about people. Anyway she got drunk yesterday and started bluffing s**t about you."

"That little trash."

"Zack broke up with her afterwards."

"Wait,what! No way."

"Yes way. Everyone knows Zack has a soft spot for you and Andrea crossed the line ."

"Miserable f*****g bitch."

"Don't you get tired of cursing?" She throws a pillow at me.

"Piss off"

Cate feeds me with gossips of people that i don't even know, she keeps talking nonstop.I love how carefree she is.

"Do you know Finn Rowland?" Catty asks eager to fill me up with her unending rumours.

"Never heard of him."

"You're soo outdated. He was enrolled in Alleyway but only attended school for a week then got transferred to another university. He is a hot cake."

"I don't know people Catty, people know me. Why are you telling me all this?"

"Because he's coming back to Alleyway and he's soo your type."

"Argh. You talk too much. Can't you shut up for a minute."

"Okay my lady," she says zipping her lips.

I really appreciate her visit.