Chapter 6 I need someone to wake me up from this bad dream

Chapter six
That voice only belongs to Dave. No! That doesn't even make any sense. Nevertheless, my mom and I whirl around to look at the speaker.
A gasp escapes my mouth as I continue to stare at the idiot face of Dave Margray. Was I cursed with him? Why must I see him every time and everywhere I go?
"Mr. Margray," mom's voice trembles, and I could feel the extent of the fear from my side.
Heck! What's he looking for?
"I don't have your time, ok?" I snap dangerously at him. I watch him for a while, "And I need to move out now because I don't want to be bundled out by the security men," I explain, although I'm still unsure of why I did that. I whirl to leave again but his voice stops me.
" I own this place," he says as a matter of fact. I turn to look at him again, a bit startled and very angry. What kind of a human is he? He's not only arrogant to the poor but he's also an artifact to the fellow mates of his status. God, I hate this man so much.
I scoff, "You must be so proud of yourself when you did that"
He raises a confused brow, "Do what?"
I hiss, "What kind of human being send out his customers?"
He shrugs slightly, unbothered," I choose to do whatever pleases me," then he shifts slightly toward my mom, a huge smile on his cute but nonsense face," I can see you've started spending the money"
My head did a flip. My mom looks at me hurriedly, confused. What's he talking about? Did Mom collect any money from him?'
I look back at mom, "Mom, did you_"
I didn't finish the statement when mom nods negatively, numerous times, "This is my first time seeing him in person."
I look back at the crazy fellow before me," What money are you talking about?"
He stares at me much longer, "You seriously didn't think manna still falls from the sky?" He smile so endearingly," I'm talking about the fifty thousand dollars I gave your mom this morning"
My head flew out to planet i-don't-know
What! He sent the money!
God! I thought it was someone so kind to the poor. I never knew it was this psychopath son of the demon.
"You must have met my driver Peter. If your daughter was at home, she would have recognized the man she nearly hit the other day," he says jokily and laughs. I make a fist at my side, angrily but suppressing the urge to hit his well-built face. He walks past us but stops a few feet away, "You are owning me fifty thousand dollars. I'm coming for it soon", then he walks away before I could say any more words until he was out of view.
I stare at nothing in particular, dumbfounded at what had just happened. I don't even know how to process the matter.
"Beauty and Beau are now open for customers. Everyone can come in and shop now," someone says but it seems so distant. Maybe because I was already walking out. I don't seriously think I will be able to buy anything with that idiot money
God, I hate him so much. I hate him with all I have. I don't seriously think I'm going to be owning him. Thanks to my mom, the guy feels so proud of himself now. I don't know why I didn't punch him twice when he was so close. But that would ruin my reputation. The shopping mall has cameras everywhere. I would be ruined forever.
When I got home, I went to my room immediately. My mom wanted to come in after me but I was fast enough to lock the door.
What should I do? What if he says something bad about me? God, that's going to affect my new job. But what the heck is wrong with this man? Was he created to torment me?
No, Nancy was right. I shouldn't have started this fight. I should have walked away instead.
God, I feel so down right now. Tomorrow is my first day at work, I can't go asking for pre-salary money. I feel so tired. I feel the need to smash something.
I grab a coat and walk out of my room, into the sitting room. No one is in the sitting room, not even Nancy. I wonder why she's so late today.
I walk out into the street. I like the semi-darkness. It always makes me stay calm. I walk to the park and sit at the bench there. I remember my first time here. It was our first day of moving to the house we are currently in when my dad was still alive. I miss my dad so much. I know I wouldn't have been in this kind of mess if he was still alive.
How exactly will I pay Dave? I'm so fucking going crazy thinking about it. Wait for a second, why exactly am I bothering myself. There's no evidence to prove I collected the money from him. My mom didn't sign anything either. So, it's not documented. I should have spent the money earlier at his shopping mall, I should have bought new clothes.
The next morning came so soon. I feel so elated I will be going to an office to work. Something I have always dreamt of.
I quickly went for my shower and brush my teeth. When I was still in high school, I had someone crushing on me. The guy had a mouth odor and he was also ugly. I don't know why I don't have cute guys who have a crush on me. No, I'm not ugly. Those guys just don't have the eyes to behold a fine girl like me.
The door opens slowly and I look up at mom. She doesn't look fine," Mom, is anything wrong?"