Experience of true love

The trip

Chapter Five

Jenny's POV

The Next Day

I heard the shattering of glass on the floor and quickly got up from the bed. I looked around the room, and Drey wasn't here. The noise seemed to be coming from downstairs. I stretched my body and rubbed my eyes to get a better view of the morning.

Walking down the stairs, I heard Drey's voice, but I wasn't familiar with the other voice I was hearing. I got down and remained unnoticed.

What?? It was Mr. Fiallo.

Why is he here? Isn't it too early for drama? My thoughts were scattered by Mr. Fiallo's voice.

"I was calm yesterday, just so my wife wouldn't intervene. Drey, I'm not approving of this wedding. You can't just bring in a nobody as a wife into the Fiallo family. You know how powerful we are and how people look up to us. You know what how many secrets we are trying to keep. What kind of lessons are you leaving for them? Why are you risking all of our life. 'Marrying a pauper,'" he said with a mocking voice. "Or what about your sisters? Before you know it, they'll all go about marrying nobodies who aren't educated and won't bring anything to our family. Drey..."

"Stop it, Dad," he cut him short. "Stop all of this nonsense. It's the one decision of my life I decided to make, and here you are ranting like the whole world is going to end." Drey yelled and took a glass cup from the table, throwing it against the wall.

Out of fear, I screamed, and yes, all attention was on me.

Drey walked to where I was. "Sorry for waking you up. I didn't mean to," he said gently, as if I had not just seen him shout at his dad.

"Dad's here. Why don't you greet? I think he's about to leave," Drey said, with a devilish grin staring at his dad.

I could see Mr. Fiallo burning with rage.

"You... be careful. Drey isn't who he positions himself to be," Mr. Fiallo said to me and walked out.

"That old man needs to rest," Drey said as he ran his hand through his hair.

*What does his father mean? He has a lot of secrets. So do you, my subconscious mind said.

He pressed the bell in the sitting room, and a maid showed up almost immediately.

"Clean that mess," he said, gesturing to the floor where the glass particles were scattered.

He took my hand, and with each step, different thoughts kept bothering me, but I wasn't ready to tell my own story.

We entered his room. He took a deep breath in and then out.

He walked to the table where his phone lay, picked it up, and dialed a number.

I was still standing at the door of the room. Honestly, I didn't know what to do. I had never experienced such a situation in reality, only in my thoughts. Lol.

"I'm going on a one-week vacation," he said to the person over the phone.

One-week vacation? To where?

"Jenny," I heard my name.

I looked at him with a confused facial expression.

"I know you have a lot of questions to ask. I do too. But I don't think here is the right place for questions. Go take your bath. We are going to Los Angeles," he said.

"Now?" I asked.

"Yes, now," he said and left the room.

As water poured from my head, then to my body and legs, different thoughts and memories passed through my mind. *My life is a mess from day one. Getting married, thinking it was the best thing to happen to me, and then his father isn't in support. How much am I going to go through before life decides to let me be?

A knock on the door brought me back.

"Who is it?" I asked.

I got no reply, perhaps the person didn't hear.

I took my white towel and wrapped it around my body. I opened the door, and nobody was there.

Probably I'm hearing things now,* I thought. I walked out of the bathroom and entered the room.

And then I saw Drey, placing a dress on the bed.

I cleared my throat to get his attention.

He raised his head and stared directly at me. His ocean-blue eyes, and I got lost in them.

"Wear this. We'll get more clothes once we get to Los Angeles," he said politely.

I forgot about all the negative thoughts and just saw how sweet he was to me.

I don't know much about Drey, but the sides of him I have experienced from day one have just been full of love. For some moments, I forgot that I was once treated as trash. And also I don't think his secret is that big that I can't handle.

"Jenny," he called out.

"Okay, I will," I replied in a rush.

He walked to where I was and grabbed my waist slowly. "Don't stare at my eyes for long, or you might get lost in them," he said with a smirk. He let go of me and walked out of the room.

I let out a heavy breath that I didn't know I was holding for that long. My cheeks were burning hot.

What just happened? What was that feeling? Why was my heart pounding?*

It's love, my subconscious mind said.

No, it's not.

It's natural for someone to feel this way when someone treats them nicely and then make the mistake of thinking it's love.

I wore my dress and left the room.

Getting down, I saw Drey talking to one of his maids.

"I'm ready," I announced.

"Okay, that's good. Let's go before we miss our flight," he said.

I had never entered a plane before and was scared of heights. I wasn't free with him yet to tell him anything.

As I sat in the plane, I could feel the rumble of the engines beneath me. The smell of kerosene-like fuel and air conditioning filled my nostrils, making my head spin. I closed my eyes, feeling the cool air on my face as the plane lifted off the ground. The sound of the engines grew louder, and I felt a surge of fear.

The plane was about to take off, and then I could feel my heart getting heavy as well as my head spinning.

Suddenly, I felt a warm hand on mine. I looked at him, and he wasn't looking back. A small smile was placed on my face, and for some reason, I wasn't scared anymore. I don't know how to explain it, but I find comfort when I'm around him.

When the plane finally took off in the air, I started feeling sleepy. I closed my eyes, and a memory quickly flashed before my eyes.

Flashbacks:

I heard a sob. I got up from my room and walked through the passage.

I peeped into aunty Rachel's room and saw her crying,still being a kid I innocently walk in to comfort her.

You bastard of a child get the hell out of here. She yelled in tears

I was scared, I ran to my room and began to cry for my parents but they didn't come.