Entangled in love

Chapter Three

Roseline’s POV

As we drove down to Mr Smith’s estate, my heart kept beating fast and all I could do was plead with him, but all my pleas fell on deaf ears as they just kept taking me to where I did not know. I was so scared and, at a particular point, I couldn’t cry again as I became weak and kept sobbing softly.

“Please, what will you gain if you do this to me? Please put yourself in my shoes!” I begged the man with a rhetorical question.

“It cannot happen to me and your shoes will never fit me even if I try wearing them.” The man replied to me sarcastically.

“What if I was your daughter?!!” I reasoned.

The man turned around and gave me a slap on my cheeks that left my eyes dizzy and my ears humming loudly as if they rang a bell beside me.

I couldn’t see clearly, everything seemed upside down at that moment and I just managed to get myself right.

“You can never be my daughter! Because I can’t be a father to a wretched and poverty-stricken lady who lives in the trenches.” He said angrily.

His words echoed, but I had still not gotten myself from that unexpected slap that landed on my cheeks.

“Sir…. But this is not how fathers behave…” I tried again, hoping my words would get through to him.

Obviously not, because another slap landed on my other cheek and this time, it looked as if everywhere was dark and I could not even see anything. I just covered my eyes with my hand as tears rushed out profusely without a single check.

“If she makes any more noise, deal with her or else you will lose your jobs.” Mr. Smith instructed his bouncers.

“Yes sir!! Young lady, it would be better if you kept quiet so you can stay alive.” One of them said.

Though I was hearing everything they were saying, I just had to hold my ears together with my hands. My eyes were closed as well and tears were still rushing out.

I was so weak, and I had lost every single energy in me. Tears had also stopped trickling down my face, but I was still breathing heavily and my heartbeat was so loud in my ears, I felt they'd burst.

“Bring her down from the car!!” Mr. Smith commanded as the car slowed to a halt.

The bouncers brought me out immediately, without any hesitation from my end.

“Remove your hands and look up!” Mr. Smith spat at me.

“I….I…can’t see.” I said, sobbing.

“Are you normal?” Mr. Smith yelled.

“Sir. I guess the slap has disorientated her and that is why she is like this. Let me get water and she will see afterwards.” One of the bouncers said.

“Make it snappy.”

I was still holding my ears and blinking my eyes when I suddenly felt harsh cold water that drenched me.

I stood there, with my eyes finally wide open. Drenched but in shock that I could be this humiliated.

“Why are you doing this to me?” I asked, squeezing my clothes that were already soaked by the water.

“Save your questions forever. Chris, give her the towel in the guest room to dry off a little bit. I don’t want her trailing water into my house.” Mr. Smith said to one of the staff working at his estate.

I was taken by the guy named Chris as he took me to a room and threw the towel at me like I was a dog.

After drying off, I found my way back to Mr. Smith in the sitting room as he handed me a box.

“What should I do with these, sir?” I asked curiously.

“I thought you were educated?” He asked.

“Yes I am, but what does that have to do with a box Sir?” I asked again.

“You’re senseless. In fact, you’re not worth being called a literate, you’re a fool.” He spat in my face.

“But sir….” I tried talking only to bite my inner cheeks hard to control myself from speaking further.

“If you say any more words, I can give you the third slap, and you might end up in a coma this time around.” He threatened.

“I’m sorry sir.” I settled for an apology.

“Sorry for yourself. Next time you’re given something, you will check it before asking unreasonable questions.” He said.

I opened the zip of the box and I saw that it was filled with clothes alongside some jewelries.

“It’s filled with clothes and some jewelries sir.”

“Now, those are the clothes you’re going to wear when my son comes back from his journey. He mustn’t meet you looking all tattered and rough. He might even think you’re a mad woman who ran out of the rehabilitation center.” He clarified.

“I’m not mad sir.” I whispered quietly.

“But you appear to be mad. Madness starts gradually and we need to stop it before it becomes unstoppable.”

“But sir…”

“There are no buts, I’m doing this because he is my only son and I cherish him so much. If not I don’t have business with less privileged like you.”

“Sir, I really don’t appreciate this insult. I’m not as worse as you describe.” I responded calmly.

“Well. We’re the one that sees you and only us can say the truth which sounds like a lie to you.” He said,

“But I’m not…”

“Shut up! You know what? My driver would drop you off and you will find your way home.

When my son arrives we would call for you, but for now, take these things along.” He said, pointing to the box.

I was broken and disheartened as I left his estate, hating myself more each minute that pass by.