Chapter 4: Black or White?
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The car stops in front of a deli shop, a few meters away from the University. Alfred leaves it idling, gets out of the car and closes it. Alessandra wasn't looking at Paolo. Her thoughts were far away at this moment, with Richard. The wanting came at a time when her life was being set out for her. Each word that comes out of Richard's lips were, what was the word, ah yes: seductive. Like a witches' ascension, so does the power it comes along with. A seduction that not only will electrify her, but might also kill her.
"How well have you known him?"
"Enough to keep me alive after three long years of being in isolation," said Alessandra almost above a whisper.
"I know of that isolation of yours. But it doesn't mean you have to be blinded, am I not right?" asked Paolo incredulously.
"Since when did you care?" her voice about to rise.
"For you information Alessandra, if you hadn't noticed, he is a statesman's son. A political world you were born to avoid. It was never your world!"
"I don't care! I could defend where he came from, or who he is. It does not matter!"
"It matters, because your name is at stake! You could defend him, I know that, but until when?"
The temperature in the car was rising despite the aircon. Alfred approaches the car, opens the door and slides in.
"Young masters, your voices are being heard outside. People are looking. Master Paolo, will you please tell her what you needed to tell her. Otherwise, she will be late for her class. We do not want to have Atty. Vincent Benedict waiting for her."
"Tell me what?"
"You may feel the "wanting", the "breaking the rules", but we have been informed that he is seeing you for a purpose. If his intentions are pure, we will see it in writing," says Paolo in a terse voice. He didn't want to cause anymore pain in Alessandra but she has to find out.
"Which side are you on? Mine or theirs?"
"Yours of course. But weigh your options! Now go and attend your class. But please be careful. We love you Alessandra."
Alessandra opens the door and walks out. She was tempted to slam the door, but didn't. Her pace quickened not because she was about to be late, but, she didn't want the tears to fall down either. Why was life being unfair to her? She could feel the currents in her. Coursing through her veins, arms, her body. If she could only...
A few steps later her phone rings. She takes the call.
"Hello, I hope I am not disturbing you, but I was hoping to pick you up after your class. Is that alright?"
Alessandra's heartbeat pulsated fast. Her brain says no, but her heart is shouting yes. She didn't know what to say. Then everything went black. The mobile phone drops on the ground, and her knees buckled. Alfred saw what happened and revs the car towards the location where she was last seen.
Fate decided or consequences altered?
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