Chapter 2: Lost in desires
Elisa POV
The sunlight slashed through the curtains as my eyes slid open.
"Oh, shit!" I held my head, unable to make a move; those early headaches throbbing I hate most.
Suddenly, that coffee scent flew through the window, like it was waiting for me to rush to it.
"What?" I rolled off the bed, unable to control my butt from hurting.
"Where? Anyone?"
"Where am I?"
My eyes ran through the room, unable to understand what had happened. The ceiling was different from my room; maybe it's was Sasha's own or something?
The bedsheets?
A little memory ran through my mind as I held my head, recalling him.
The man of my dreams.
The demon himself.
I dragged myself up, curled my body into the bedsheets and stood, and roamed my eyes around.
The clean mirror, almost closer to the door, and the bedsheets split everywhere, like I wasn't alone.
Immediately, my phone buzzed, pushing me into rushing to it as it lay on the cupboard, waiting for me to pick it up.
"Yes?" I rubbed my weak eyes as they shunned a little.
"Where are you, brat?"
"What?"
"Are you insane? Get your ass over here now."
The caller hung up.
Where?
"Oh, shit. Mom." I wrung my fingers through my messy hair as her name pumped out.
'I'm fucked up." I stood up, still almost stumbling, searching for my clothes. I finally found it, as it got messy on the cupboard to the bed, I rushed and wore it.
Twenty minutes gone, sweat dripping down my hands as I twisted the door and rushed outside, leaving it open.
The hallway felt so lonely, like it was warning me of the danger. Unable to move properly, I balanced my hands on the wall while I walked out of the hallway.
A couple walked past me, their eyes perched on me. They kept on whispering to themselves as they walked.
I left out a little sigh before dashing out of the hallway and then toward the bar counter.
The nightclub looked neat, without anyone in it, and the windows were well opened.
"Oh, I remember."
"The bartender?"
I almost made a move toward the place, not until that thought of Mom scared me alive. I rushed outside, scanned my body, my clothes almost ripped, my gown tore at the side shoulder, hair messy, and eyes swollen beneath.
Everyone stared with a weird look, like I didn't belong there.
I quickly ordered an Uber, and now here I was, at the event.
The music slashed through my ears, waking me up from my misery.
I strode faster toward the door, the guards stared, and then paused, placed his hands forward, stopped me, with a quick glance.
"Who are you?"
They are joking, right?
"Of course, I'm Elisa William." I folded my hands, sick of their weird questions.
I'm sorry ma, but I do think you're at the wrong place." He said, still gazing at me.
"Excuse me!" I rolled my eyes. With a wink, he stared at the other guard beside him, and then did a quick look at his iPad.
Just then, Mom walked through the crowd as she sighted us from inside. From greeting guests to turning her face to a frown.
She walked faster toward us, her veins almost pumping out, like I was trash.
"Where have you been?" she lashed out, her voice almost grabbing attention from the guests.
She stopped, glanced at them, then back at us.
"Let her in."
"What?" the guard asked, still aghast look.
"Yes."
"The bride's sister?"
"Yes, of course. Get lost." I yelled, eyes rolled at him. I brushed my shoulders against his and walked inside.
"Where have you been? Eeeh, you can't talk?" Mom dragged my ears as we made our way to the back door.
She kept roaming her eyes around, for no one to notice us. We passed through the hallway and then to the black door, the dressing room.
"Enter." She ordered, like she hated my presence. Her eyes at me, refused, but that warning was enough to signal me enough.
She pushed the door open. I stood there, stared at her little gaze, before walking inside. Everywhere was filled with pink color, definitely Luna's taste.
Everything was always about her. From our room to the parlor to everything, I never had the chance to choose, not a bit. I tossed my head as the mirror faced me, stared at my wretched clothes through the mirror, almost taller than me.
"Get dressed." She pointed her finger at me while she laid her back against the door wall, legs tapping, waiting for me to start.
I took a deep breath, wiped my face with the wipes and got busy dressing up.
A few minutes gone, I was done.
"Better get your nasty self to the event now!" She barked, and walked out of the room and banged the door. The sound sparked through my ears, like it was just the beginning.
I sat there, glancing at my reflection. With little makeup, my lips covered in red lipstick, I wore a pink gown, the same color I hated the most.
I stood up, scanning them, the decorated flowers at the bottom of the gown, with a mini red one at the hand's edge.
A little smile curled out, and exhaled deeply before stepping outside the room.
"Dad." His name kept on pumping in my head as I pushed it off my thoughts. He was never around.
It was his fault and not mine.
Immediately, I took a deep breath as I reached the hallway end and then strode toward the event. Everyone turned, eyes perched at me, as they stared with an aghast look.
I quickly rushed toward the empty seat at the front. As I sat there, my head bowed.
Almost an hour later, the event got started. The bride walked down the aisle with the maid of honor. I knew I wouldn't be part of her life, nor beside her.
She walked in her white gown, the flowers sparkling everywhere, as she smiled happily. If everyone could glance beyond that smile, everything about her mom was fake.
I and everyone watched from a distance as she adjusted herself at the altar as she awaited her lover.
An hour passed, and everyone was still waiting. Their gazes fixed to the entrance door, waiting for him to arrive.
No one knew about him.
Not even me, or my sister.
Everything circled around businesses, around family arranged marriage.
Maybe he could be a dwarf.
Or dark
Or maybe something everyone was about to laugh at.
Not until the door opened. My jaw clenched down as every step he made, the ground feared him.
His hands were in his pocket as he walked forward.
That man.
The one I dreamt of.
My one-night stand.
No…
It can't be.
Not for my sister.
I rubbed my eyes, maybe I was still drunk.
I watched him, as he made way to the crowd, all eyes fixed on him. But suddenly, he paused, eyes fixed on me, with a smirk.