"Should I fight back?" I asked in a whisper holding back the tears that filled my eyes. "Why would I when that person is your father?" I was also considering him, no matter what Gilbert had done he was still the father of the man I love.
"Can't you just fight my father and not look at me? I am okay with it, Malinda." He looked tormented and I know that I could fall apart if I continue this conversation.
"I can't, so please let me do this," I said seriously and turned to Sinead who was behind me. "Let's go, Sinead before I break down here." I turned around without another glance at Russell and walked off with tears in my eyes, this was something I should do and leave karma to do the rest.
I sat down by my window staring at the birds that were flying cheerfully in the sky and it makes me wonder if they also go through hate, torment and sadness as we do.
I wanted to be carefree like I had been when I was with my parents, when they were still alive, I didn't have to worry about anything and I wonder when last I had been without worry about anything.
It was hurtful to think that life will give you roses but after everything you get thorns, yes there were a lot of other people who loved me and were ready to fill my heart with flowers, but would those flowers heal the part that was filled with thorns?
I rub my hands through my eyes, my head had been aching and I don't know if I could take this anymore if I could take the pain and the hurts I feel right now, it seems all I have come here for was in vain, but having to find Russeli alive had made my heart at ease a bit.
Russelli
I could feel how hurt Malinda feels inside and it makes me angry that she hides her pain and doesn't want to fight back because of me. Because of her love for me she was giving the revenge all up and yet my father was in there beaming with no remorse.
"Can't you just stop!" I barked at the man who was now smiling as he went through some documents on his desk, the directors that had been with him in the room had all left and he was the only one who was left and sitting there like a king.
"Aren't you happy that I am winning?" Gilbert asked me like a normal father whose son should be guilty for asking him to stop when they should be happy for him.
"Your ambitions have blinded you and now you can't even see those who you are hurting because of it, you fail to be concerned about the person you called your friend who had also lost, don't you realize Malcolm's sad face?"
"To hell with his sad face," Gilbert barked and leaned back to his chairs and I watched his face darken. "Whenever you want to know who your best friends are, just win a lottery and see clearly, remember the saying that your best friend could be your worst enemy."
I shook my head, he was trying to justify himself right now and I know he had done something behind Malcolm's back to win that vote, he was so heartless even down to the person he does business with and calls friend.
"You are terrible, you would understand what you have done when everyone leaves your side." I turned to leave and noticed Malcolm by the door wearing a gloomy face and I couldn't tell how much he had heard, but I hope he sees my father for who is right now.
Malcolm walked in and went close to the desk my father sat and Mr Gilbert looked at him like a man without a heart or feelings. "I am happy you won the votes, I hope you will be helping me when the result is finally out," Malcolm said softly.
I could tell that he was also weak and had realized the real face of the man he trusted to be his friend, even trying to give his daughter to his friend's son out of friendship when he was not even valued by that friend.
"Of course." Mr Gilbert chuckled. "Remember we are in cooperation."
"Okay. I came to congratulate you, well...have a nice day." Mr Malcolm finished and turned around, he looked at me with what looked like an apology and torment before walking out of the room, I glanced at my father and was out of words.
I walked out of the office, he would surely realize all he had done was vanity and at that moment he would be alone with no one to turn to.
As I walked down the lobby the words Gavin had told me seemed to haunt me, he had said it clearly that staying with Natasha will only hurt her and that was all the truth, because of me he had sent a truck to kill her plus all the suffering he had made her go through.
I halt in my track and clenched my fist, it was funny that I still can't figure out a way to hurt my father as he had hurt us, I just can't think of anything but being sorry for Malinda who had gone through so much, my heartache, I don't want to live this way with Malinda, she would only hate me if I do.
She will hate me if I feel sorry for her, if I look at her with a torn expression, but I can't help it. The music was in a week's time and that should be it, I would stop all these in my own way, I will end this all and make her happy, I have to do this if my father can't.
I lean back on the wall and my tears rolled down as I watched the birds that flew cheerfully in the sky, now I wish my mother was still alive, now I wish the pain would all go away, this hate I feel for my father, the sadness I feel because of all I have gone through with Malinda and the hurt of what I would do next.