The Sweetest Revenge

CHAPTER2

Everything still felt like a nightmare to me, one that i desperately wanted to wake up from. Unfortunately for me, this was reality and I was forced to face it. For the first time in my life, I wished that i was actually blind. Maybe if I was blind, I would have never seen Damien cheat on me and at least that way, i would have continued to foolishly love him.

Damien had thrown me out of the house since it was now in his name. I was stuck in my father's house for days. I kept crying and i refused to eat. I wanted to challange Mrs Jenkins about what transpired the other day with Damien but I was not surprised, Mrs Jenkins had stopped coming to my father's house.

I could not tell whether it was because she felt guilty or if it was because she longer needed us, of course her and Damien were now in possession of my properties. She no longer had to pretend to be my loving and caring nanny.

I tried to move on honestly but I was now a shadow of my past self. I felt numb, tired, confused, disorientated and most importantly, I felt anger. I really wanted to get back at Damien and Mrs Jenkins for what they had done to me but I was unsure of how to go about it.

The door to my room flied open wide, it was my father. He stepped into my room with a tray cljtched tight to his hands and a worried look plastered on his face. He sat on the tip of my bed and dropped the tray of food on the bedside table.

"It is me, your father." Dad said. Of course I had not told him I could see, Damien an Mrs Jenkins were the only ones who knew about my sight.

"I want Mrs Jenkins fired." I blurted out, with tears rolling down cheeks. My father was taken aback by my sudden request. He rushed to me and wiped the tears off my cheeks. With concern and curiosity laced in his tone, he paused to ask me. "My sweet darling, what is going on? Did you and Mrs Jenkins get into a fight? Is that why she is no longer coming around?" Dad threw questions at me.

I wanted to tell him about Damien and Mrs Jenkins' betrayal but I was unsure of how my father would take it. He was already getting old and wrinkled, he had a fragile heart and I was afraid of breaking him with such devasting news.

Instead I decided to tell him the truth about my sight, that way it would be more reasonable for me to want Mrs Jenkins fired. I cleared my throat to say. "I can see." I blurted out. I watched my dad's face change into one of confusion. He furrowed his brows at me and took a few moves backward.

"Wh-at....?" He stuttered blinking twice.

I sighed heavily. "You have a red shirt on and a pair of black trousers. I can see dad." I said. Dad screamed in shock and jerked off the bed, I watched how excitement overtook him, his grin was wide and his eyes remained on me as he waved his hands in my face.

I could not help but smile at his excitement. He looked extremely happy that it brought tears to both of our eyes. "Ho-w, wh-en..." He stuttered.

I began to explain to Dad about how I had recovered my eyesight during the last revolutionary surgery that I had undergone. Dad was happy for him, he understood my feelings and had not bothered to ask me why I had kept it a secret from him all these years. I was happy to know that at least I had one person to confide in, one person who understood me and loved me for who I was.

Days later, in celebration of my sight. Dad decided to throw a small dinner party even though I had insisted that it was not necessary at all. I was still struggling with the heartbreak from Damien that the last thing I wanted to do was interact with other random people.

Lillian and Joseph, my step siblings were not happy about my sight at all. Well we never got along well, they hated me and I cared less about their hate. I understood that they were jealous of me, I had tried in the past to relate with them but I guess they were hell-bent on hating me. It was beyond my control.

As I stood in the balcony, my eyes settled on the stars in the sky, I felt loneliness wash over me. I sighed heavily. Every single thing reminded me of Damien, we had done so much together that I was finding it hard to believe that all the love Damien had showered me was all an act and pretense.

Was i really that much of a useless person that no one seemed to genuinely love me except my father. I suddenly felt a gentle tap on my shoulder, I turned around to gaze at middle aged man, dressed in a black suit. He had a small smile on his face.

"Hi, I am detective Louis, your father's friend." He said. I nodded my head in agreement. "I am Janet." I replied.

"Your father and some of his guests are in the dining room waiting to see you, are you okay?" He asked. I forced a smile on my face and nodded my head in agreement. "Sure." I muttered, I excused myself and made my way to the dining room, I felt Detective Louis trailing me from behind.

I finally got to the dinning room, a lot of familiar faces were sitting around the table, my dad, my step mum, Joseph and Lillian, my father's friends, I paused when I noticed an unfamiliar face. A dark haired guy dressed in a leather jacket. Something about him caught my attention, it was his heterochromic eyes.

Father must have noticed me glancing at the young man, he pointed to him and said. "Meet Aiden, since you no longer have a nanny, Aiden will be your bodyguard."

My face dropped and my countenance fell. The last thing I wanted to do was risk trusting another person.