Disrespect
Alisha opened her eyes, hearing Alice's words. Her eyes were red, tears still dripping from them.
She glared at Alice, which truly shocked both Alice and Daisy.
Daisy couldn't believe that this was the same Alisha who looked so cute and fragile moments ago.
Her eyes weren't just screaming rage; they were screaming power.
Alice wasn't shocked by Alisha's glare; he was shocked because this was the same fire he had seen in the office yesterday before Alisha lost consciousness.
When she called him ‘Daddy’ and took the lead, it was the same aura.
Now it was hard for him to believe that she was the same girl who talked foolishly and seemed so innocent.
And then suddenly she behaved like this; it felt like she was possessed.
She felt that too, because how could someone change so much, from innocent one moment to something else the next?
"What are you looking at, Angel? Don't give me that look," Alice provoked her.
He did want to see what she could do; he wanted to see the same girl who drove him crazy.
That's not a bad thing; he eagerly wanted to see how many more sides she had.
She was deeper than blood.
Alisha's expression remained unchanged, as if she were challenging him to try her, completely different from her naive self.
Mary broke the hug upon hearing Alice's words and looked at Alisha, who was literally shooting death glaring at Alice.
“Alisha, look at me,” Mary put her hand on Alisha's cheeks and pulled her face towards her, trying to calm her down.
She knew this was very bad; it was not good for Alisha's health to behave like that. That's why panic ran through her veins. It was only a few times that she had seen Alisha like this.
And even the doctors could never pinpoint the issue. That's why they always advised her to keep Alisha in situations where she wouldn't lose her temper.
And that's what Mary made sure of. But now, with Alice, he was instigating her.
But the way he wasn't shocked like his mother, showed he had seen this side of her before. She didn't know how much he had seen, but it was definitely not good.
“Alisha, I said look at me,” Mary snapped a bit loudly.
Alisha snapped out of her trance, her pupils dilated as she looked at Mary, who appeared concerned.
“What happened, Mother Mary? Why are you looking pissed at me?” Alisha asked, unable to understand what had just happened.
Daisy, who was witnessing the situation for the first time, was clearly more shocked when Alisha asked this. Her expressions again became those of the innocent girl she once knew.
She knew something was wrong with this girl sometimes. The way Alisha spoke so innocently showed the issue, and now she was sure something was wrong.
And the way her son wasn't even worried or flinching or tense, it seemed he might have known or maybe faced this side of her before too.
“Nothing is wrong, you are fine, sweetheart,” Mary sighed with relief as she noticed Alisha returning to her normal self, which she was glad about.
“Take me home now, I want to go. I miss you all,” Alisha pleaded, seizing the opportunity to leave.
She had complete trust in her mother and was certain that now she could go back, away from Alice, who seemed to be looking at her angrily.
Under different circumstances, Alisha might have felt scared, but with Mary here, she had no fear at all. She trusted and felt secure in Mary's arms.
“You are not leaving, and I've said this to you before, Angel. I am going to burn everything down if you set foot outside,” Alice announced, his voice laced with anger and desperation.
“You're a matchstick?” Alisha retorted, her tone a mixture of defiance and sarcasm.
“No, I'm not,” Alice replied tersely.
“Then petrol or diesel?” Alisha fired back, her words dripping with contempt.
“I am nothing, and keep your lame words to yourself, Alisha,” Alice snapped, his frustration evident in his voice.
“Then I am going because you can't burn anything. It's better you stop being lame here,” Alisha declared, her resolve unwavering despite the tension in the room.
"You are as dumb as ever. I don't need anything to be from what you asked. These things can be bought from anywhere and used to burn whatever the hell I want," Alice retorted, his voice thick with disdain.
"What is your problem, Mr. Why the hell do you want to keep my daughter here?" Mary demanded, frustration palpable in her tone.
"I don't need to answer you, old lady. Neither are you her mother. She is an orphan, and now she's adult enough to live outside that orphanage," Alice spat out, his words dripping with arrogance.
"That doesn't mean I can't keep her with me. She is an adult, and she chose to live with me. I respect her decision, unlike anyone," Mary shot back, her voice tinged with hurt and defiance.
“I don't care. I don't need to respect her decision, because there will be only one decision that should be respected, and it will be taken by me,” Alice asserted, his tone cold and unwavering.
“I miss my home, and why do you have to repeat so many times that I am an orphan? I know I am an orphan, but I have a family too,” Alisha interjected, her eyes filled with sadness and pain evident in her voice.
“Orphans don't have families,” Alice retorted sharply.
Alisha dug her nails into her palm, frustration boiling within her. She was beyond tired of the incessant mention of her being an orphan. Never before in her entire life had she heard it repeated so many times.
Sure, she had heard it before, but not to this extent. It felt as though Alice was like a broken radio, endlessly broadcasting only one message—her orphan status—as if he knew nothing else about her.
He was behaving ruthlessly, and the way he spoke to Mary was downright disrespectful. In Alisha's eyes, Alice showed no respect at all.
She couldn't comprehend why he was so furious when she simply declined to reveal her name to his mother, Daisy. He had labeled it as disrespect, yet his own behavior now epitomized disrespect.
"You won't catch me calling you an orphan when I didn't even see your father here."