Chapter 65

Y and T Group:

I walked swiftly to Kylie's office. I saw her working on her laptop and that irritated me so bad. I dashed to her and threw the laptop to the floor. She was shocked, she had never seen me that mad. Yes, I never react.

I yanked at her hair, pulling it hard while she tried to fight me but I was so angry, that I overpowered her. I pushed her to the floor and sat on her tummy, I began to slap at her face then I yanked her hair.

I heard her scream and I loved it. I loved that she was feeling so much pain. How can someone be so wicked? We were friends, best of friends but she suddenly turned around and became an enemy. I didn't stop until I felt two pairs of strong hands around me, I hissed because I knew only Dylan could have such a strong effect on me.

He pushed me behind him when Kylie stood to attack me. I moved forward wanting to attack her as well but he stepped in front of me.

'You fucking idiot!" I cussed.
I hated cussing. My mom warned me every time never to cuss but Kylie is such a devil, she doesn't deserve any nice words.

'What the hell did I do to you?!" she shouted, out of breath from our little fight.

'You bitch! Brendax told me everything, everything you told him to do with me. Aren't you so shameless?!" I shouted at her.

Her face morphed into a scornful one, not guilty but scornful. She hissed, annoyed, she picked up her bag ready to leave and I wanted to yank her back but Dylan placed his hand on my waist, dragging me backward, stopping me from touching her.

'You are fired! Don't you ever think of coming back!" I barked.

She waved me off and walked out, not feeling remorseful. What did I ever do to her?! What did I ever do that deserve all these from her?!
Tears formed in my eyes and my hands began to shake from the thought of it all.

I put my hand into my hair, pulling it back and taking a seat. I was exhausted, from the fight, from her wickedness, from everything.

'What happened?" Dylan asked.

I looked at him, tears had begun to form in my eyes. He bent to my level and pulled me Into a big quickly assuring me everything will be fine.

'You don't have to tell me. Take your time." he comforted me. I could swear that if Dylan was not by my side, I didn't know how I would handle all of the pain, the rush of adrenaline coursing through my body.

I stopped crying a few minutes later and explained everything to him. I saw his hands clench just by the mention of Brendax, he was right after all but I was blinded by Brendax's pity story.

I even believe him when he lies against Dylan.
'I am going to kill him!" Dylan rasped, his blue eyes had a streak of red in them.

'You don't have to." I placed my hand on his clenched fist.

'He should be thankful he didn't do anything to him. I swear, I would kill him with my own hands." Dylan pulled me into himself, he gently stroked my hair, then he planted a soft kiss on my forehead which soothed me and relaxed all my tensed muscles.

Next Day.
1:30 pm.

The door flung open and my dad walked in looking angry as ever. No one needed to tell me that Kylie had gone to cook up lies. I mentally prepared myself for this earlier so I am not surprised.

I stood up, ready to confront my dad but I was welcomed by an awful slap. I seemed to have forgotten that my dad had always been abusive.

I held my burning cheeks, looking at his angry hazel eyes. I hate that I took those eyes from him because they reminded me of myself. Whereas we are polar opposite.

'How dare you?!" He shouted.

'Dad, she tried to ruin my life!" I shouted back at him angry that he would choose a complete stranger over me.

'Tried to ruin your life? What's so good about your life anyway?" His eyes dilated at me.

I saw it finally that my father wasn't okay. How can a father talk to his daughter this way? Never for once had he been nice to me. Never to my mother. Never cared about my life or the way I lived.

Mother said he wasn't like this until she got pregnant with me. Mum said he was nice, he was kind and he was filled with kind words.
Mom was just like me, she was the one to trust people fast. She said she had picked him from the ghetto thinking he would make a good husband but she made the biggest mistake of her life. There are times, I wish her parents were also alive at that time to stop her from getting married to such a man.

'Who do you think you are, Derrick?!" I shouted, my eyes widened in anger.

Dad looked at me, shocked that I called him by his first name for the first time in my entire life.

'Scoff, calling you dad is covering up your shame and I think that's the reason you keep thinking you can treat me anyhow you want. Listen, this company belongs to mom and she gave it to me. You don't have any hard work in it. You never for once acted as a good father, never as a good husband so why am I seeing you like family? From now on, I disown you as a father. I withdraw the ten percent of your shares in the company and I withdraw you from my life!" I shouted, fed up with the way he has been treating me. How much he has hurt me and treated me like trash. It is so obvious he doesn't see me as a child. A father would never treat their child this way.

'I disown you, Derrick!" I repeated cracking the time bomb in him.