Psycho Billionaire

Chapter Fifteen

Kiara

"Kiara, if you have some free time from day-dreaming, then table number four is waiting for you to take their order." The restaurant manager, Colin whispered to me. I almost jumped out of my skin when I heard his voice.

"Sorry." I mumbled and walked towards the group waiting to place their order.

I walked back to the soda dispenser and filled a tall glass with coke and ice when I noticed Colin's eyes assessing me. He gave me an apprehensive smile and continued with his work.

If anything, I knew I was going to be fired for sure.

The clock ticked to ten pm, I was almost done with my shift but I didn't have anything else waiting for me at home other than the suffocating silence, so I decided to help Colin with other duties.

He was mopping a puddle of water on the floor that a kid had spilled. I offered to him. "I'll take it from here." I said as I took the mop from him. "You can take care of other things. Chloe already left."

Colin was a nice guy, nice and kind of naïve to believe a sob story I'd fed him the first time I applied for the job. Calling it applied would be an understatement, I'd literally walked into the restaurant and begged him to give me a chance. And now that he had, I spent most of my time staring into spaces than working my ass.

"Are you alright?" He surprised me with that question.

"Yeah." I passed him a smile, one that I knew did not reach my eyes.

He nodded, "You should know, Kiara that if you need anything, I can help. But I need to know if there's something bothering you."

Okay, maybe he wasn't as naïve as I thought he was.

I wasn't sure he would understand. What was I supposed to tell him? That my mother of flesh and blood had sold me to a wealthy deranged psycho to set me free and to buy herself an expensive lifestyle? Or, was I supposed to tell him that I was on a run from the same psycho for about a month and that I may have lucked out.

Jasper hadn't found me for a month. Either that, or he had totally given up on me and was out there targeting other women which didn't seem like an appealing thought and if if that was true, I wondered if Mom was back in the trailer park, if he had stripped her off the wealth.

I lied to Colin about everything. I'd told him that my parents were dead and that I didn't have anywhere else to go and needed a job and a place to live desperately. I'd even cried, and I felt guilty for lying, but sometimes desperate times called for desperate measures.

I was so shaken with the whole thing, that I spaced out. I lived in constant fear that Jasper was going to come after me; that the momentary bliss was an illusion waiting to shatter at any time.

"Colin, I just want to thank you for everything that you have done for me. I really appreciate it." I said sincerely. If Colin hadn't helped me out, I'd probably be homeless.

Colin knew better than to press me further, and walked back into the kitchen. I cleaned up the mess, got changed out of my work clothes and walked out of the restaurant back door into the breezy cool air. I lived in a small studio apartment just above the restaurant. It was actually Colin's old apartment that had been locked up and collecting dust so he realized it was a suitable place for me to live in.

I'd initially planned on moving to my grandpa's farm and that's where I'd told Dale to drop me off. The house was small amid a sea of cornfields. An old house that looked like it had been featured in one of Hollywood's horror movies, but I knew it was still better than Jasper's house any day, but I didn't have the key and I was in no position to knock at the neighbor's door for help so I slept the night in the empty shed by the house and took a bus to nowhere.

I had little money that Amy and Dale both had given me and I had a pair of earrings which I'd acquired from Jasper's that I'd saved for later. I dropped down to the last station the bus took and walked into the first restaurant that I liked.

I compartmentalized my thoughts and changed into my pajamas, fixed myself a glass of milk and settled down on my comfy bed.

I wondered for how long I was going to be able to live like this? I liked this life.

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Jasper

I ran my fingers across the keys of the piano, and played a piece by Beethoven, symphony 9. I'd won awards for playing this during the various competitions I'd taken part in. Never had I been interested in playing piano, but it was something I did to impress my father to no avail and finally enjoyed playing it.

I'd always been the son of a mistress; a woman that my father had taken under his wing as a house maid during her harsh times, the woman who kept him satisfied while his wife was away doing all the charity balls.

And then, one day she told him she was pregnant with his love child. My mother was under the false belief that the man loved her, but she was dismissed into the servants quarters where I was raised. My father's sorry excuse of a wife, Mrs. Lockhart found out about it, she hit me with a stick and my back was tattooed with scars that I carried to this day.

Funny thing was that b***h could never carry children, I guess that was karma for the things she put me through at the age of four, so my father gave up and made an agreement with my birth mother. She was to never call me as her own, and I was handed over to my step-mom who did continue with the abuse out of jealously.

I was five when the stupid b***h got pregnant, and a baby boy was born whom I was accustomed to hate. He thought he was the f*****g rightful heir to this property, only I wasn't going to let that happen.

Nobody took what was rightfully mine.

So I did what I had to do, I competed with my younger brother and finally drove him away. I was the first born, so of course I had a right over everything. After the death of my father and step-mother, it was just me and my mom who insisted that she wanted things to remain as they were. My mother still worked as the maid.

For years I'd tried to cut out all the memories of abuses the hands of my step-mom by taking in girls that I liked, but they never helped with my pain.

They never f*****g understood!

And then there was Kiara, sweet, beautiful, Kiara Reeves who somehow broke down the walls of my heart. I thought she was here to stay, but she had gone out of her way to betray me and I hated to think about that.

I had consumed a lot of alcohol so my head felt fuzzy, but my fingers continued to assault the piano and I felt some blood on my fingers trace the white keys.

"Jasper, that's enough!"

I ignored the voice as I stopped playing the piano and smacked myself hard on the right cheek.

That's for trusting Lucas.

I smacked my left cheek.

That's for loosing Kiara.

I smacked my right cheek again.

That's for falling in love with her.

My mother, Margret placed her hand on my shoulder. "Stop punishing yourself."

I smacked at her hand, but she pulled me close and I felt her fingers running through my hair. "What's so special about that girl?"

"I don't know." I said. "I just want her."

I always got what I wanted, and I wasn't going to stop now. Kiara was mine, and I wasn't going to have it any other way.

I'd looked everywhere for her, I'd even checked at her grandfather's farm and every possible place I thought I could find her and came empty. This wasn't a good sign. It only meant she was staying low.

I would go into the pits of hell to find her if that's what it takes.

Kiara you better be ready.