-Chorus Thirty: I've Become What A Mother Wouldn't Want In A Son-
You whimper as Bliss' strong hand started crushing your muscles more. This made you wonder if the Henderson sisters and Tyler are aware of what he was doing since his expression changed and you looked uncomfortable.
Julius sees this opportunity to interrupt, holding a tray of mint chocolate chip ice cream.
"Excuse me, but I brought ice cream for everyone, please enjoy!" he said in a louder voice, blocking the sisters' and Tyler's sight towards the both of you as much as possible.
"You're hurting me!" you hissed, trying to pry your forearm away, but it made his grip even tighter if it were possible.
"I wouldn't be hurting you this much if you were to sit pretty on your chair and pay attention! Your grandmother is on her way to the police station! If you don't do something about this, your friend's life will be over..!" he hissed back more aggressively and his eyes widened with anger; he wasn't in such a good mood today.
You paused, hearing your heart beat, suddenly not able to feel the pain on your fore arm. Your throat was closing in, and it felt like you couldn't speak. Your cheeks, neck, and bare shoulder is warm, and you couldn't see clearly since all you could make out was a blurry outline of Bliss' face.
Bliss sees this, a bit taken aback, his hold loosened but kept it firm and strong. The expression on his face seemed to have disappeared in one split second.
Soon as you knew it, your tears slid down to Toby's arm, and some more down, down, and down..
You couldn't imagine life without Melody. She was Melody.
The girl who punched you straight on the nose and apologized after dismissal during kindergarten. The girl who cried because you had your menstrual period first. The girl who attacked a boy you like for having someone else as a girlfriend. The girl who stayed beside you and had a screaming contest with you when you were giving birth to Toby. The girl who's successfully persuaded your grandmother to do a search for you even if you didn't want that.
Your back heaves up and down, the mucus inside your nose started running towards the exit. Everyone paused.
".. Becks?" Tyler murmurs, melting ice cream on his tongue.
"Young miss.." Yvette takes one step closer, but didn't do anything after.
Toby was just staring at you, and until finally he realizes that his own mother was crying, he bawled his heart. Yvette immediately withdrew him away from you as to avoid more irritable noises, and went out of the room.
You shake your head in disapproval. You can't let her die because you messed up. The images of Melody's lifeless and bloodybody kept flashing inside your brain.
Marie speaks, "Mr. Ayscough? Should we do this another time? Perhaps when Miss Mayson is ready?"
.....
Bliss bends a little to your height and kissed your wet cheeks, drags his lips to yours, but you didn't respond to any of it, so he moves his head back and stared right into your eyes using his dead ones. His hands snaked around your waist for you to move closer to him, but you slapped it off and even pushed him a little.
No matter how afraid you are of him, this was still part of your plan. He needed to be with people who doesn't fear him due to rank, power, and attitude. Although the concept was in your head, you didn't think of the idea of you really crying infront of him was the exact goal. You didn't care as of now.
His threats once again dissipated into nothing; you didn't care if you're currenly embarrassing him infront of people, and you didn't care if what he wanted wasn't followed.
"Sir?" Marie repeats. Bliss raises his brow with an exhausted sigh.
"... yes. Tyler, take care of her. I've given you instructions of the procedure and assist the Henderson sisters as I've commanded. And make sure she goes through all of it," he walks past you, like a ghost.
"Leaving so soon? Your assignment isn't until 8." Tyler stood up in respect as he opens the door for Bliss; on his other hand was the bowl of icecream, he was clearly enjoying it.
After nodding to the sisters for goodbye, Bliss glances at your heaving back and stops his eyes at his cousin.
"Well, someone wants me out." and with this, all you heard was the closing of the door.
You look back, wiping your tears, and not knowing why you felt like you yourself were the one who first started saying you're gonna kill his bestfriend.
It's his fault, not yours. Period.
... but why did he have to say it like THAT?
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Sun. Bikini. Sun tan lotion. Stunner shades. The Pool. And Hibiscus & Ginger Iced Tea.
That's all Harley wants as of now, and she's currently having it. After all, what Harley Sinclair wants, is what Harley Sinclair gets.
Even if she was putting some lotion, she could still feel her sweat growing out of her pores. But that's how she wants it.
At the background, she could hear someone coming out of the pool, and knew it was her frenemy, Ivy. She can't have someone grow too attached to her. She knows what the Ayscoughs do for extra cash; and even if she wanted to have a close friend, Angelina would kill her in a heartbeat.
She's not at all bothered by the fact that her family's friend are a new generation of murderers, her own family got their wealth from illegal activities aswell.
"So how's your boy going?" Ivy smirks, wiping her face with the towel. Her blonde hair was sticking on her skin, water dropping from her soaked bikini.
"Who?" Harley looks up from the book and her shades, Memoirs of A Geisha, dazed. She enjoyed novels that make you think rather than Seventeen magazine.
"I meant Tyler,"
Harley shrugs, "Oh, him. He's okay, busy with work."
"What's up with you? Whenever I talk about your boyfriend, you look like you really did forget you have him.." she lies down on the long beach chair, putting her pair of sunglasses on.
"Because I kinda' did forget we were together," she pauses, looking at Ivy in a staring contest. The silence was followed by a burst of laughter, and even if Ivy didn't get what was so funny, she cackled with her anyway.
"I can't believe you, making one of the hottest and richestguys in our school follow you like a lost puppy," she giggles uncontrollably.
Harley takes this praise like nothing, flips a page and said, "That's how I roll, betch."
"But of course, Tyler goes second in the Hottest and Richest Guys of EECSB (the Eminent Educational Center of St. Bernadette, sorry, in the previous chapters I put EDCSD) to our list, right?"
"What?" Harley blinks.
"Bliss Ayscough is the first hottest and richest guy in our list, right? Hello? I'm talking about his cousin! Anyway, I'd like to get in his pants someday, sooner is better! Girl, you have to hook me up with that piece of meat! I've been wanting Bliss for such a long time," she bites her lip, squinting her eyes for a dramatic expression.
"Are you f*cking crazy?! Say that again and I swear I'll destroy your Manolos!" Harley shrieked, losing her cool. Who the hell was this rotten loser anyway?!
Ivy returned this sudden burst of anger with a shocked face, "Harley, what's wrong??I wasn't talking about your boyfriend, I was talking about Bliss!"
Oh right. She didn't know we were together. No one knew. They were just envious of me whenever I hitched with Bliss after school. No one can take him away from me, not even that disgusting Rebecca; and for this slut to say right in my face she wanted to get down and dirty with MY Bliss was like telling me my streaks were cheap!
"... I'm just saying that he's not interested. He's busy with the fam business," she mutters, gulping and looking elsewhere. She's gonna think Harley was some crazy obssessive compulsive girl.
"Whatever. But he doesn't have a girlfriend, right? I'm sure he'll need some time to rest." she puckers her lips while looking at the mirror as she re-applies the lipgloss.
Harley's eye twitches.
"You know what, just get out."
"Huh?"
"JUST GET OUT! NEVER SHOW ME YOUR FACE AGAIN!" Harley points to the sliding door that led to the inside of her enormous house where the main door awaits Ivy.
Ivy gasps in a squeaky way, muttering things under her breath and leaving with nothing but a towel. Harley smirks, sighs, and rests her head back on the pillow.
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"Sir?"
Bliss turns his head from the outside view of the window. His office was the second biggest and is on the 15th floor of the building.
"Hugh Felipe is ready to see you in the Questioning Room,"
The heir slowly nods, zoning out and staring at the grey pigeon pecking on a worm by the pillars.
"Mark?" his voice was out of tone, passive, and tired.
"Uhm, yes sir?"
"Do you have an extra key board? I don't want to ruin my new one,"
Mark tries to study him, feeling a bit awkward. But since he can't understand his boss, he just smiled.
"Yes, sir. I think I have an extra one,"
--
"Bliss? Why do you wanna see me in the Que--" Lloyd Downer/ Hugh Felipe's smile and sentence were ignored as Bliss entered the room and directly smashed the key board to his face.
Blood sputters out from the poor man's mouth and nose as he falls back down on the floor, completely bewildered of his boss' actions.
"What the--? What the f*uck was that, Ayscough!?" he shouts, trying to touch his bloody face.
The heir uses this extra time to drop the material and took his expensive blazer off, fold his sleeves; Julius had all access to the horrific scenes before him as he locks the door.
"You tell me what that was, you traitor!" he bashes the item on Hugh's head, bringing him back to the dirty floor.
His subordinate screams more to the pain; he grabs a brass knuckle on the long table and wore it on his right hand, as it had more strength than his left. As Hugh tries to bring himself up, he collapses again as the metallic weapon collided with his cheek.
Bliss chuckles, panting. "You know better than to mess with me,"
"There, there... what did the young sir say?" Julius pats your
shoulders as you try to quiet down.
You sniff, wiping your tears. "I'll just tell you later.."
"Well, you know your boyfriend's a jerk, Becks. I was even wondering how you guys lasted for seven months," he jokes, licking his spoon.
"So, shall we start?" Marie claps her hands, standing up.
You frowned, nose flaring. "What part of my body do you have to change?"
"Hmmm... everything."
You sigh in defeat, regretting EVERYTHING. Everysingle thing. From meeting Bliss to signing the contract. How come you never thought of Melody and grandma Leslie ratting to the police?
Why did Bliss have to pick YOU specifically? Oh right. Your dad.
Does Tyler even know your dad worked once for Bliss?
"I can't do this. I've never even been under the knife, except for delivery, and it was painful as hell! I never wanna go at those horrifying months AGAIN!" you stomp your foot.
"Oh? But you will.. considering that the young master might want an heir." Pink.
"Or heiress," Yvette remarks as she enters the room. Red.
"Or both." Tyler grins goofily. Bright Bloody Red.
The Henderson sisters laughed as they saw your face. Bliss and you? Nahhh.
"No, I'm serious here! I don't want to look like a drag queen! No offense to all the drag queens in the world, by the way, they're cool. BUT STILL!" you were in the brink of tears again.
"Huh? Who said anything about you looking like a drag queen? You're gonna be the shit once this make-over is done, Becks." Tyler rest his arm on you. Everyone quiets down.
Tyler glances at all the blank, some even outraged, and some slapping their foreheads. What was wrong?
"What? What's up with the-- Oh, dammit.. I said it, didn't I?"
"The young master won't be happy," Julius sighs, shaking his head in disdain. You, on the other hand looked like you've never been clueless until now.
"So.. so.." you start, a sudden relaxing feeling ocurring inside your stomach.
"Erm.. that was just a joke." Lori states, not looking at you directly.
You huff, clearly seeing the lie. There was no plastic surgery! NO PLASTIC SURGERY!
"I'm not that stupid, you know."
"Fine, fine. Since Sir Tyler spread the truth, it's true. The young sir made and arranged this act just to lighten you up, Miss Mayson. Eversince your injury, he has noticed you've been depressed," the butler closed his eyes after glaring at Tyler, who was just scratching his hair.
You narrow your eyes a bit.
I can't believe that jerk! Pulling a prank like this and making me cry! UGH! Wait.. maybe the Melody part was true and the plastic surgery was false? I hope everything's false. Damn. I've never felt so stupid eversince.. well, I've always felt stupid, but this one just adds to the list! What the hell are his intentions?
Plus, I was never depressed. I'm occasionally sad, but other than that, I haven't been moping around. Not ever, I think. I mean, I freely accepted his offer that's gonna cost everyone I know and love's life.. but he's been--
"Hey, why couldn't you have just said I needed a make-over? I'm gonna be honest, I personally think I don't need this since I've improved a lot. But if I really need it during our miss-- uhh, during the MYSterious party we're having, then I'm down with it!" you bit your lip hard, almost saying out loud that everything was fake. They didn't notice, thankfully.
"Ask Bliss," was all Tyler said before rubbing his palms together and smirking, ".. let's begin."
--
"Who was that man?" Bliss asks again, pulling Hugh's hair into his balled fists.
"I-I don't know! I swear!" he shouts, panting huskily as the blood trickles down his cheek. His face was now covered with open wounds, his other eye swollen, cold sweat and water that was being splashed at him took centuries to dry off.
"Wrong answer," the heir hits him repeatedly with the brass knuckle.
Several minutes passed by, and Hugh was still tortured nearly to death. Everytime he moves his eyes to the clock, his patience would run out. He felt dirty, hot, and he reeks of someone else's blood.
He was wasting his time. He has to fly to China for meetings. He still has to see how Rebecca will look like after the fix up.
"Please! What are you doing, Bliss?! I thought we were comrades!!" he calls out, his voice cracking; he was about to cry. What a pansy.
"You thought we were comrades. After doing this extremely foolish activity, then forget about us knowing each other." he looks down in the man's pitiful form, trying hopelessly to get up and escape. Escape.
Once that word came into his mind, he kicked Hugh hard on the stomach. "If you didn't know who he was, then why the hell did he say YOU were the one that ratted to him about the company's plans and about Rebecca? Huh? My own cousin doesn't even know!"
The tortured victim.. err, suspect, didn't utter any word but stared at the heir with hatred. "F*UCK YOU! WAIT UNTIL YOUR MOTHER KNOWS ABOUT THIS! F*UCK YOU!"
Bliss tilts his head, a little too cutely. He extends his right arm behind him, and Julius hands him his gun. There were no second thoughts of pulling the trigger and aiming it at Hugh's foot. His scream would've reached the lower storeys of the company if the Questioning Room wasn't sound-proof. He hissed, released tears, cusses, and shouts in an anguishing manner, even Julius looked away.
"Piss me off even more and I'll shoot your brains out of your ears, you stupid prick. Go on," he moves his gun and aims it at Hugh's head.
Hugh's facial expression was wide with fear for death. He opens his mouth, but he couldn't mutter anything, and just shakes his head in displeasure.
"You're not going to admit you said everything to him, huh? No?" Bliss continues, mocking him. He pulls the trigger again, and shot the poor man by the hand. This time he bit his lip and squirmed on the dirty floor. The crimson liquid formed into a considerable amount of a puddle.
His jaw trembles vigorously; he closes his eyes, and re-opened it again, "O-o-okay! I admit! I'm sorry! I did it! STOP! JUST STOP!"
Bliss smiles. That mysterious but nice and respectful smile; he looked like he had no intentions of killing a fly.
"Thank you, Hugh. It was nice of you to waste my time. Thanks for all the bitching you did to my mother, and now that I finally have evidence that you're about to f*uck my company, you're fired."
"Wh-What?"
The heir winks at him, a cynical and evil smirk that will make you think that Bliss Ayscough is actually Lucifer in disguise.
Bliss knew it will only take three bullets. The last shot in the skull was the last.
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"LORD, SAVE ME FROM THIS PAIN!! OWWW!"
You shout from the top of your lungs as the last wax strip was removed from your.. the very center of where Toby came out. Yeah.
This was the ultimate Hell. You were waxed out off your mind, you weren't allowed to see the new color of your hair, the length, how much bangs they added or subtracted, some obvious moles and birthmarks were taken out and you had no clue how, all you could feel was the stinging pain.
BLISS! When I see your hot ass-- uhh, FACE! YOU'RE DEAD!
"I can't walk properly!" you cried out, sitting on the chair and holding its arm rests. The blind fold was starting to make your eyes itchy.
"Calm down, Rebecca. Wow, your hair color looks amazing! And it even smells funky!" that was Tyler's deep voice. He peeks under the shower cap, smelling the your damp hair, too.
This was good. You grinned, holding his arms since all you could see is nothing but black.
"Really? That's great! I wanna see! I wanna see!" you enthusiastically exclaim.
"Ah, not yet, dollface. That place below doesn't look too good," you can hear Tyler tsk-ing.
You sigh,"I knooowww... it's not the shit. Did Bliss instruct you for that or something? We're really going to have a LONG talk about the bikini wax!"
"Yeah, he did. Lemme see the-- OW! Bliss? When did you get here??"
Bliss came back?!
"Bliss? Babe? Where, where is he??" you swing your arms more forward. Someone reaches for your searching hand; it was cold. but relaxing.
"Long enough to stop you from observing the stinging parts of what she's made of. Pervert."
You moved his waist forward and hug him. His scent was so fresh, smelling so good. He embraced you back by putting his hands around you and your hospital-looking gown.
"Yeah, but you didn't have to wack me with a stick," he pouts, walking away.
You push him away from you, not forgetting what he did after you could hear Tyler walking out of the room. Before the Henderson sisters could even put the blindfold on you, you could see the bruise; big and aching, with Bliss' hand leaving a mark.
You sat there quietly, head down. You knew he was still standing infront of you. This wasn't the best time for shameless flirting.
"Is your hair almost done?" he said in the middle of silence. You nod.
"Good. Then everything can go perfectly; I didn't want to proceed with plastic surgery.. everyone would think we were hiding something. And they'll think you've gained power over me to get plastic surgery," he was staring dully at his shiny shoes. Hearing nothing from you, he looks up, seeing your unmoving form.
".. I see." you suddenly remembered he didn't like it when he's not answered, or ignored. All you could think was about the bruise; the authoritative attitude and his sadistic mind reflecting on his eyes. That was the first time he ever laid a finger on you.
He may have abused you verbally, but that's just him when he's cranky and stressed. You didn't even know his grip would leave an obvious mark. As a reflex of some sort, you felt for the injured part of your arm and caressed it.
"How is your arm?"
JERK.JERK.JERK.JERK.JERK.
"I dunno, what do you think, Bliss? After nearly crushing my bones and leaving it a dark and ugly mark.. what do you think?" you look up, anger mixing along with your clear voice. It was probably for the best that the Henderson sisters put a blindfold over your eyes.
Why was it so hard for him to apologize?
"Can I ask you something?" you mutter.
"Hm?"
"Have you ever said sorry in your 18 years of living?"
He blinked, a bit taken aback of what you said. Saying sorry?
Sorry.. when have I ever said that? Maybe that time when I pushed Tyler out of the helicopter without a parachute out of anger.. no, I was amused. Or that time when..
"Bliss?" you call out.
"What?!" he snaps out, trying to look for an answer.
Why do you make me think so much, Mayson?
He cleared his throat, "No, I haven't. If you want me to say sorry, you'll probably hear me saying that when I'm about to die; you count on that. And if you have stopped being a drama queen, Dr. Lori is ready to make the final touches to your hair and your body. Everything will be done today,"
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Hey guys! :3
I know, I know.. I'M SORRY. AGAIN. But atleast I updated a longer chapter, hahaha.
No seriously, I'm really happy you're still reading this story. I appreciate you all for waiting, some even left Quizilla and just check this story, so I'm very grateful to that. And sorry for the typos!
Well anyway, I don't wanna say things over and over again. If you have read my other notes in the other chapters, and if you've read my journal, then you know why I can't update as regularly in every Sunday anymore. Highschool is different from college.
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