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Caslista POV
Anger coursed through my blood the moment I walked into the room only to see my mom so glued to the television.
It was the same hockey.
“Mom, would you just f*****g stop? Every goddamn time you kept watching those games,” I yelled at her, taking the remote from her.
I know I shouldn't be mad at her, but her obsession with always staring at the TV, watching nothing but hockey games, always got on my nerves.
The only reason she kept doing this was because of the jerk who calls himself my dad.
“Look, Lista, Ryan looks so amazing on the ice—”
“Not— not this mom, please,” I interrupted her, trying as much as I could not to yell at her or make her feel bad.
According to the doctor, her condition is worse than it was when she was in rehab, trying to get out of the state that the abuser I called a father thrust her into.
I have no right to judge her, but she is dying slowly, and all she could think of was watching hockey? Watching her abuser on the TV?
Fuck Glioblastoma!
“Mom, please, put all your concentration on the treatment and therapy, okay?” I said with that ungenuine smile on my face. “I swear, you are going to be fine. You would.”
“Lista, please don't hate your dad... I know he hasn't —”
“That is all the reason I should hate Ryan f*****g Van! He is the reason you are here. From one treatment to another, mom,” I interrupted her.
I pulled my hand away from hers. “Since your caregiver would be here, I have to go. I would be here first thing tomorrow morning,” I pecked her cheek before leaving her ward, my heart heavy.
I have five days to look for a hundred thousand dollars for the follow-up treatment… almost double my annual pay as an up-and-coming actress.
Fuck!
I got into the car, started the car and drove down to the address I was to meet the director who was in touch to cast me for a lead role.
Hopefully the pay would be good. Good enough to take my mom's treatment somewhere…
I snapped out of my thoughts the moment I heard my phone ringing.
I picked the call after I saw it was my best friend calling. I know she was probably calling to inform me that West and his team won the game.
“b***h, why weren't you at the game last night?” Emily asked sharply.
Without giving me the chance to speak, she continued. “Girl, that bastard intentionally delivered a dirty hit that sent your brother down crashing into the boards.”
“He was badly injured, even now that we speak, he is in the hospital.”
“What? How? West got injured?” I asked, practically shouting.
Fuck! West might have been pushed down and hit several times in that damn rink, but not once has he been injured… to the extent he would be hospitalised.
“Emily, you know what, just text me the address of the hospital, I would be there after meeting with this director,” I said calmly. “In fact, give me everything. Videos, the bastard who did that… everything.”
“Sure, b***h! Just make sure you spill all the tea of how the meeting goes,” Emily's voice echoed before the line went flat.
I chuckled at her words, wondering why she still hasn't changed.
I got out of my car and headed straight to the restaurant, my gaze searching the whole place for the director.
I hurried up to his table when I finally found him. “Ehmmm… I am Caslista. You… You reached out to me in regard to casting me for a lead role.”
Fuck! Why am I stammering? Well, he is the director of four IFA movies. He is a real deal… and handsome in person.
“Miss Calista, I am really sorry. I actually came to apologize,” the director's words made me flash my eyes open. “I really wanted to cast you for the lead role because you are the daughter of the hockey legend Ryan Van, but your portfolio doesn't match that of the lead cast for such a high-budget movie.”
His words made anger circulate inside me. If I hadn't clenched my fist, I would have collected and burst the bottle of beer on his head.
“As a director, I would advise you work on your portfolio and—”
“Would you just shut the f**k up? You came here to apologise! Just do that and f*****g leave!” I shouted, and without caring if I was disrupting other people's cool time, I walked out of the restaurant.
What was I even expecting? My existence has always been tied to that f*****g bastard I call a father! If I weren't his daughter, I wouldn't have become an actress whose life revolved around hockey and sport romance.
Fuck!
Before I could dig my fingers into my hair and pour out my frustration on that poor hair, my phone beeped.
I brought out my phone quickly, a part of me hoping the director would even give me a chance to audition for that role.
“What the f**k?”
I almost dropped my phone, my eyes widened at what I was staring at.
That monster. That motherfucker who had always been on West’s throat was the one who injured him. That was intentional… he had always done this to West, but this time he crossed the line.
I can only imagine how humiliated West must have felt being helped off the ice in front of thousands of fans, all because of that motherfucker.
I put my phone back into my pocket, about to leave for the parking lots to see my brother, but I quickly changed my mind when I sighted that bastard, Evander Alex.
I have watched most of the games he had with West and have shot three commercials with him, I knew what he looked like. Not even the jogger pants, hoodie and sunglasses could make me mistake him for a random stranger.
“Miss, would you please—”
Without giving the bastard a chance to complete his statement, I pulled off his sunglasses and pulled down the hood cap from his head before slapping him.
I slapped him again before he could speak. This time, camera lights were already flashing on us both, but I didn't care.
“You think you can just injure and humiliate my brother and then walk into restaurants like you did nothing?” I shouted at him, holding back the feelings to tear him apart.
I have hated everything about that motherfucker, right from the interview, he said he wanted to be this generation's Ryan f*****g Van… he is like a mini of that bastard and a pain in my brother's throat!
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