Glorious Hate

Truth Unfolded<3 Ophelia

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I need someone.

I have never needed someone in the time span of my life as I do today. The logic explanation is that my emotions are overflowing with what happened today. I am losing grip of them. I can't contain them in me anymore. But who can I trust in this cursed world? Is it the cursed world though? Or am I the one who is cursed with bad luck? Surely there must be at least one pure soul that doesn't have any underlying motive.

Since I was young, I have never met a person like that. Someone who can honestly say that they have the purest intentions.

"Daddy, did mommy love me?" A young innocent girl asked as she sat on her father's lap in the park with chocolate ice cream smudged all around her mouth and her sticky tiny fingers holding the large hand of her father. Her innocent big eyes looking up to the ones of her father in a hopeful manner. 

"Of course sweetheart, she loves you more than her own life. She loves you just as much as I love you." He said swishing her chubby cheeks together to lighten up her mood.

"Then why is it she doesn't come to visit us?"

"She is always with you kiddo. She is your angel, she guides you. You know how you are a very intelligent little thing?" The little girl enthusiastically nods to the familiar words as her father  always tells her how proud he is of her because she is so clever.

"And you know how you can make so many friends?"

"Yes, daddy."

"Yeah, your mom is the one who helps you with all that. She looks after you all the time."

"Really daddy?"

"Yes sweetheart, don't ever forget."

You see that little girl? That was me and my father. Such an innocent, heart warming scene isn't it? Well, if I was not me, that is what I would think as well but now I know better. My father killed my mother. He told me himself. "I killed that w****." Those words were as clear as daylight. Those were his last words before I gave him the same fate as he did my mother. I thought that was the worst of it but like I said before, I am a cursed woman in a cursed world.

"You are safe now Ophelia, I am not your father." I just nod in understanding before I sit down next to my uncle around a large brown wooden table. A run away eighteen year old abused girl had finally found a saviour. Uncle Bryce had come to my father's house today and noticed the state that I was in. A skinny girl looking more like a manikin; an unknown creature. Brown hair which looked like it had not been washed since the day I came out of my mother's womb. New fresh cuts on her back oozing new fresh blood which was getting seeped into the navy blue top she was wearing. Her uncle had asked her father to spend time with his niece for a few days. The girl knew that her uncle was lying to her father because he always came to their house and spends some time with her; he usually asks her how school is going and if she is making friends but she does not say much. That is  just her nature. When her father agreed, she was shocked because he does not allow her to go to anyone's house that easy unless it was absolutely necessary.  It was only natural that the girl was suspicious but that all went away when she saw how nice her uncle was being to her. She felt loved and prioritised. Something her father could not provide.

Only if that naïve girl knew what was coming her way. No one is that kind without interior motive. People will go to all ends to get what they want; even it means disguising themselves with something they are not. The day before she went back to her father's house, her uncle made sure he got a piece of her. A piece of her worth fortunes. A piece of her worth love. A piece that should have never been taken from her the last shred of her sanity before she became the person you know today as Ophelia. He didn't only take though, he also gave. Gave her a piece that should have been celebrated. A piece worth a fortune. A piece worth love. But, not in this circumstances. Her father did not accept the money offered by her uncle to give but to take. Her father was absolutely livid that he killed his brother in front of her. Did the same thing to her baby as well, just like he did to her other baby when she was sixteen.

"I am doing this for you sweetheart, trust me, you don't want a child. Useless things if you ask me."

I was part of the useless things. Nothing shocking there.

"You are like an inspiration to all of us. Your braveness just saved a lot of lives; your father was one of the biggest criminal out there. By taking a life you just saved more, so cut yourself some slack." Every newspaper had my face on the first page. I was the talk of the world. Who knew I would get famous for killing someone. Instead of looking at me with hate and disgust (like they should), they pitied and praised me; it was self defence after all. After  showed them my scars and my father's weapons in the basement in out house, that was the end of the investigation. Oh wel, nothing new there.

"Get to the point." I said as I was getting bored out of my mind. One of the hottest barchelor billionaires was standing on my father's doorstep. I had met him once when I went to an annual charity ball with my father but we only talked enough to know each other's names. Nothing more.

"I want you to work for my company." Whatever he said I didn't register because his body is the only language I understand. If it was believable I would say that I could see his abs outling his clean crisp white shirt. The black suit wrapping around his muscles like second skin.

"I am not interested."

"Well, here's my business card; call me if you change your mind."  He turned around to make his way to his silver Tesla.

"Why are you leaving?" I asked as I held onto his massive veiny hand. He looks at me with a bit of confusion.

"I am giving you some time to think about my offer so I am going to take my leave."

"When I said I was not interested, I meant in your business but there is something else I am willing to explore."

And that is how I ended up working for my father's gang rival. Tony. He did not offer me to work for him out of kindness. No, I was merely a walking brain and money to him. My father might have not loved me but he left me everything; his companies such as THE C-R-O-W-N; his four mansions; one penthouse and a hell large amount of money.

The most laughable part of the story is that I did not inherit any of it. Tony took everything down to the last penny that my father had left for me. Somehow he had a video of me and my father having an argument before I mercilessly stabbed him in the stomach with the kitchen knife. Oh well, nothing new there.

I find myself slipping in dreamland with the memories still running through my mind like a turmoil. 

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ly-N xoxo