On My Professors Bed

Elena walked into the beautiful restaurant and made her way to the VIP section she had reserved earlier. Today was her 20th birthday. Even though she had many worries, she decided to put them aside and celebrate her birthday for the first time in 20 years, just as her friend had suggested. She took a seat at the table for four that her friend had helped her reserve for a large sum of money. She waited patiently for her father, stepmother, and stepsister; even though none of them liked her, she still wanted to unite with them. While she waited patiently for their arrival, her eyes wandered over the beautiful view of the restaurant. The air was quite lively, and the environment was as comfortable as her armchair at home. It was a five-star restaurant. Although it had a dark setting and black interior design, it still looked incredibly bright. Elena did not see the establishment as just a restaurant like everyone else did; instead, she saw it as a symbol of brightness amidst its dark setting. She prayed to have something that would make her life bright, at least for the new age she was stepping into. Her phone made a gentle beep and she reached for it; it was her closest friend, Mira. Elena and Mira had been friends for a very long time, and it was safe to call them unbiological sisters. Even though they had different personalities, they were able to fit into each other's lives perfectly. Mira was an extrovert, while Elena was an introvert. She flashed her phone a smile, picking up the call and bringing it to her ear. "Hey, bestie." Mira’s voice vibrated from the other end, and Elena smiled. "Hey, Mira. How are you doing?" "Great. How is your day going?" "Ummm... Nothing much. I am at the restaurant, but my stepmom, sis, and Dad haven't arrived. Hopefully, they arrive soon." "Stay calm, Elena. I am certain they will come." "Hmmm." Elena nodded gently. Elena took another gentle look around the place and muttered, "Thank you so much, Mira, for securing such a beautiful and serene place for me." It was about the calmness all along. "I am not doing this for you next time; you will have to get your ass out," she snorted, and Elena chuckled. "Just called to check up on you. Do enjoy your day," Mira added after a while and blew her kisses from her end. Elena smiled and ended the call, shifting back to her usual mood. So far, she had only one person who brightened her day, and sometimes that person wasn't always around. Elena felt her birthday was a curse to have fallen on a Saturday. Saturdays were days when Mira’s parents always visited their grandparents; it was like a routine or habit. If she had her way, she would have spent it with Mira. She desperately wished she had the kind of love Mira had from her parents. After 45 minutes of waiting, she gathered all her courage, picked up her phone, and reached out to her dad. He picked up on the second ring. "Hello, father." "Go straight to the point, I am busy." His curt voice sent shivers down her spine, but she managed to continue. "Ummm... father... My... I booked a reservation at a restaurant for my birthday... I have been waiting," she managed to say, hoping he wouldn't end the call on her. "Cursed days are not to be celebrated, Elena. Haven't I forbidden you from celebrating your birthday?" he groaned the last word, and her heart dropped. "I... I..." "Your birthday is just as cursed as you are, Elena, and I would not make it to something that would claim my life," his replies were nonchalant, and Elena tried not to take them to heart, even though she knew he wouldn't attend. "I am not even in the state, Elena. Vera wants a vacation too, and we are currently in Paris. You can celebrate by yourself, and this should be the last time." The last part came as a command before he ended the call. Elena’s heart clenched and tears rolled down her cheeks continuously. She had been holding back her tears this entire time, until he mentioned taking her stepsister on a trip. Not only did he forget her birthday and regard it as a cursed day—as he always did—but he had also taken her stepsister out on her special day. Gently, she reached out for the small notepad on her bag and a pen. "Do cancel the reservation." She dropped the note and stood up, trying to pull herself together. Elena is the oldest daughter of Mr. Alcantara. She is a petite, slim girl with thick, wavy, curly hair that frames her delicate oval face. Her hazel-green eyes are a mixture of doe and siren, but they are not as innocent as she is. She has a nice pointed nose, slim heart-shaped lips, and a beautiful, slender figure. Her body is the dream of every woman, including her best friend, and men alike. were not an exception. All her life, Elena grew up knowing two things: be a good girl and make daddy proud. Although she kept to the rules to the letter, her father never spared her more than a glance. She was always in constant competition with her sister for her father's attention, and it was right to say that Vera had won. Her father had always accused her of being the cause of her mother’s death, because her mother died while giving birth to her. He had remarried when she was two years old, but Elena’s stepmother claimed she had a child for him outside wedlock. He accepted the child after a successful DNA test, showering all his love and affection on just Vera. Although her father never missed providing her monthly allowance or material things, he never took anything else about her seriously. He paid her school fees before anyone else in school, and he funded her account even before she ran out of cash, but nothing connected them aside from financial transactions. Elena had lived every day of her life in pain and constant agony, praying that her father would spare her more than just a glance. She thought this new age might bring that to her, but she was wrong. Clad in grief, Elena walked her way out of the VIP section, paying no attention to anything surrounding her and hoping not to break down. In her quest to hold back her tears until she got home, she suddenly felt her body pressing against something hard. It was not like a wall, but it was strong enough to shield people from their pain. “Oh my goodness...” she exclaimed and watched as the man’s phone landed on the floor, its screen crashing into pieces.