From Text To Love

Chapter 2

Ah, peace and quite.

“Ella, get your ass down here.” Nope, 1 second it lasted 1 second. Story of my life.

It’s always the same. “Ella clean this, Ella sweep there. Ella wash the laundry, Ella go get the groceries.”

And do I ever get a break? Of course.

Not.

I have been living with my step mother for over 2 years and all I can say is that I bet that Hell is a better place than here.

This house is literally the cleanest house on the planet yet I still have to clean it everyday.

Anything that my sweet, lovely, adorable stepmother needs I will have to get. Note the sarcasm.

My father died 2 years ago, he had remarried after my mom passed away when I was 13. Lucinda, my stepmother always hated me but back then I ignored her and focused on my father. We used to spend every minute of everyday together so I didn’t bother letting her get on my nerves or try to please her.

But unlike any other Cinderella story, I do not have stepsisters. Thank god. But I guess in my case it’s my ex-best friends who make my life a living hell. Brittney and Janice, since they were once my best friends they know everything about me and they do not hesitate to use it against me every single day. Let’s just say that my face and my locker are often too close to each other.

So, school is hell, home is hell, what else can be hell? Oh that’s right my job. I work as an assistant in Syco records, under Lucinda’s eye of course. She’s an executive of Simon Cowell, the only thing thrilling about this job is the fact that it’s music related and I have seen many celebrities obviously they didn’t notice me, why would they notice the executive’s assistant?

Anyways, my only escape is my guitar. I like to go on the roof at midnight and write songs. No one has ever heard me play or sing, no one even knows I’m interested in music except for daddy of course.

The only reason why Lucinda is an executive is because daddy was before her. She only took the job because Simon let her ‘mourn my father because it was soooooooo hard’ and so that she can boss people around mostly me but she mainly took it for publicity.

I believe that Lucinda married my father for money, personally I don’t see what daddy saw in her but if she made him happy then so be it.

I miss my mom so much, we were the best of friends. She died from a brain tumor, I remember she had told me not to cry or else she would be offended. She was such a strong woman but I guess not strong enough. I have written many songs about her on the rooftop at 2 in the morning, whenever I feel lonely I know she’s by my side, she and my father. Dad died in a car accident which I believe was not an accident at all. I swear Lucinda must have paid someone to do it, I just need proof.

I had heard her talk on the phone once saying how she didn’t regret that she had to kill someone to be where she is now, famous for nothing. But that is not enough, I need concrete evidence against her to accuse her of the murder of my father.

I guess until then I will stay here as her slave and hope that someday the world will be at my favor and the tables will turn. All I long for is the day that Lucinda will pay for everything that she’s done.

I cautiously walked downstairs, checking that I had everything with me in my purse and that I looked decent.

When I made it in front of the shewitch she huffed.

“Took you long enough” she looked me up and down and sighed, “never mind you need it but someone needs to show you how to use your time well in front of the mirror, maybe your mo- oh wait she’s dead.” I rolled my eyes and walked after her to the car. Her insults don’t bother me anymore, nothing I have never heard before. She always brings up my mother, it hurts obviously but I decided to stop crying about it after a year of this torture I call my life.

“Mrs Devins” the driver greeted as he opened her car door. She ignored him and walked inside.

He smiled warmly at me and tipped his hat, I giggled at him and waved.

Mr Richardson has been working with my family since I was a baby if not even before, he’s the only nice person around here.

We drove to Syco in silence, thank god I cannot listen to another minute of her whiny voice.

Since today is Saturday I have to work as Lucinda’s assistant. Oh the joy. If it were up to me I would be studying.

Me and Lucinda made a deal, that if I pass my finals and graduate from Cambridge I can leave for good. But to pass I have to study and Lucinda has made it her mission to keep me occupied.

Daddy made sure that I go to the best University before he died and I will make him proud. I sneakily study some stuff during work but this is not always possible, so I either stay up late and end up exhausted the other day or I spend every minute of school absorbing all that I can even on the bus. It’s mentally exhausting and boring but I will do anything to get out of here.

I’m just sorry for the person who has to take my place as Lucinda’s slave. Surely won’t be Mr Robertson because I will take him with me and save his life from Lucinda’s wrath. I already planned my future in my head, graduate Uni, leave for good, find a house, get a job, get married, have kids and the list goes on and on. Sometimes it helps to motivate me, to have something to look forward to but other times it upsets me knowing that all this might be blown away if I don’t pass Uni.

We made it to Syco and we walked inside, everyone greeted Lucinda but all she did was walk with her head held high ignoring them, acting as if she owns the building.

We made it to her office and she immediately started ordering me around. “Get me coffee and my schedule.” I sighed and went off to the break room to get her coffee. I already had her schedule as if she ever follows it but whatever.

I went back to her office in no time and gave her the coffee and her schedule. “You have a meeting at 10am and another one at 1pm.” I told her and she scoffed.

“Whatever just come get me when it’s time.” I nodded and left her office. Okay, so I have 2 hours to spare. I went to my desk and got out my biology homework.

After an hour I was finished so I started to revise my notes. I have a big test on Monday and if I do well I’ll earn some credit for Uni.

All too soon it was 9:50 so I put my stuff back in my bag and went to her office again.

“Is it time already?” She groaned as she saw me. I nodded and she got up and followed me to the elevator. She had a meeting with some artist’s management. I never take notice of whom unless the artist themselves would be here, otherwise it’s just a boring meeting.

We made it to the conference room and Lucinda barged in with me following behind. Usually, meetings is when I stay on my phone according to what the meeting is about. For this one, I have to take notes for Lucinda about some gala preparations which I have to make.

She does nothing I swear. They should pay me the executive job, one I’m my father’s daughter, you can’t get anymore related than that and two I’m doing all her work anyway, she’s only in it for the fame and the money.

After a long boring meeting I had gathered all the information needed to organize this gala, let’s just say I have a lot of phone calls to do. I was back at my desk and Lucinda was in her office. Up until lunch I had made at least 20 phone calls for catering, lights, the reception and the guests. Since Lucinda literally lives to make my life miserable she said that the gala would be perfect for next Saturday which means more work for me.

I had my 15 minute lunch break in the break room, it gave me a chance to eat my sandwich in peace and scroll a bit on Twitter. When I opened the app I was shocked to even see a notification from Twitter, must be some company looking for followers.

I shrugged and opened it and was shocked to see that I did gain a follower but not from a company. He had no followers and only followed me which was weird, I opened his photos and I grew even more suspicious when I saw that there were none that showed a clear identity of the person but then again so are mine.

I have nothing to loose if I let him follow me and if he’s desperate for followers then so be it, I followed him. But I went to his photos again and found myself staring at one of them. It had stuck to me the most,

I don’t know why but he seemed familiar which is why I kept staring at it. Maybe because it was the one that revealed his face the most. My heart started racing when I thought of the possibilities of following him. Maybe someone on the face of this earth finally noticed me or maybe it’s just a creep who follows people. But he has zero followers and he only follows you. Well he could be someone who like me is lonely and wants to make friends. It’s just a follow why am I thinking things so far?

“Will you stop wasting time on your phone and get back to work you lazy peace of nothing.” I looked up to see Lucinda walking down the hall to the bathroom. I got up and walked back to my desk.

I got ready for Lucinda’s second meeting, it was nothing special just some new artist that is going to be signed to the label. Lucinda has nothing to do with them she only has the name. This is one of those meetings where I stay on my phone.

I checked a couple things off my to do list for the gala, funny how I’m organizing it but I won’t be attending it. This isn’t the first time that this has happened, I organize galas, dinner parties, balls, get togethers and an endless list of other parties and Lucinda takes the credit.

I looked at the time and got up from my desk and again walked into Lucinda’s office, she must have returned from the bathroom and I didn’t notice, funny because she always announces her presence by an insult or a snarky comment.

As soon as she saw me she groaned and got up, we again walked up to the meeting room and Lucinda greeted the important people there. I just sat there and stared at my phone.

The meeting had started and before I knew it I didn’t have to keep on staring at my phone any more because I got a message on Twitter.

I swear my heart was going to get out of my chest with the rapid beatings