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Keira's POV
I dragged the mucus drooling down my nostrils back into my head, before wiping the ones that had managed to scape through with the back of my hand. I lessened the grip and checked him out like a mother would do to her playful son that had just returned from the playground.
"How're you feeling now"
"I'm fine, my dear"
"I'm talking about your health, Daddy"
"Yeah, I know" - he chuckled.
Over the years, I've always known dad to be secretive, when it comes to the things that hurt him. No amount of pressure nor plea would make him carry me along, in his trying or dark times. He has always been there for me, but I technically don't understand the fact that he doesn't want to share his burdens with me.
Am I still young? Because that's what he would always give as an excuse anytime I try to make him share stuff with me.
"Now that you're done with your exams, you should get some rest and prepare for tomorrow's party" - he announced.
"What party?" - I asked, walking out of his sight to his room.
"Don't tell me you've zeroed your mind from attending the party. Have you?" - he asked, walking steadily after me.
I walked straight to the food container I had left by his bed, I lifted it and shook gently to know if it has some substance in it. I sat carefully on his bed, threw few glances at him, and the look on his face expressed how patiently he's waiting for me to answer his question.
"Daddy..." I called jokingly.
Dad stood akimbo by the door post, with his hand supporting his waist. With his hands folded across his chest, he kept staring at me, expecting a word from me.
"Is it the one organized by Raiden?" - I pranked
"Was there any one else you were in invited to and I wasn't aware?" - he questioned.
"Well dad, no other one"
"Then, what made you answer negatively when I asked about the party just now?" - he mentioned calmly.
"Oh...that, Dad...I answered absentmindedly" - I lied.
"What is the cause of your illness?" - I continued, trying every possible best to change the subject matter.
I know my dad won't give up easily, because he'd try to fetch out every piece of information and gist lieing fallow within me.
"Oh well...I guess it's just some sort of stress" - he said, falling into my trap.
I engaged him a bit before retiring into my room. It's been a while I had a heart to heart conversation with some.
What about Raiden?
Nah, there's some sort of lust in that.
"See you at dinner" - I announced as I left his room for mine.
I had barely landed on my bed when the thoughts of what could transpire at the party tomorrow enveloped me. I rolled over to every side of my bed, as though I'd find solace at a particular side.
I sat up in my bed, placed my elbows on my laps, with my pillow rescuing my laps from being pierced into. My legs cornered like that of a monk observing his prayers as my eyes fixed on nothing in particular.
I had thought Stephen would want to turn me into a sex toy, instead, he requested I come to the party, acting like his date. What move could Stephen try to make with that?
Could it be that he wants to show me off to some girls at the party? Who could it be?
Could it be that he had something more disastrous than raping me in store for me? If yes, why would he choose to use the party as the stage for his cruel act? To make the whole student laugh at me in mockery?
And Raiden, he asked if someone was threatening me, could he be aware of Stephen's plot?
I thought Stephen and Raiden don't use to get along together.
Well, maybe I was wrong.
Fate has always being against me. I have never been lucky for once, maybe as far as this school is concerned.
Why was I born wolf-less? Perhaps, if I could shift like every other person, I could've being someone like Sasha or even better. I wouldn't be subjected to any kind of bully or mockery. I wish I was never given birth to in the first place.
The deeper I went in my thoughts, the more I get unanswered questions, and the more these questions make my head ache, the more weary my eyes get.
My head, which had been banging from severe headache was rescued by a nap.
Everybody needs a nap. Isn't it?
I was enjoying my beautiful nap when I saw Stephen calling out to me.
"Hey beauty, come over here and let's rock"
I tried to ignore him at first, but a second glance at him, I was up on my feet forcing my feet to tilt to the tune to the sore music.
Everyone was busy with one thing or the other and I sensed Stephen was already getting high on shots. I beckoned on the waiter, and ordered more shots, making him drink to stupor. He could hardly stand on his feet, but won't let go of my hand despite how drunk he appeared.
I made him dance towards the side Raiden and his folks were having a nice time and pushed him into them. He fell heavily on Raiden, pouring his drink on him and almost vomiting on him.
Raiden pounced on him and in no time everywhere was scattered, with everyone running for his dear life. The fight grew tough and bloody and by the time it got settled, a body was swimming lifelessly in his own pool of blood. Everyone went closer for a better look.
"It's Keira's dad" - Makayla called out.
I was scared of blood, so I couldn't move close to it, but then that didn't make me believe Makayla, not until everyone around the corpse turned around staring at me pitifully.