||Valeria||
…cont’d!
EIGHT MONTHS AGO!
“WHAT?” I yell into the phone.
“Your parents are laundering money Valeria.” Chantel sighs on the other end of the phone. My too good for their shoes parents are laundering money on top of all the shit I just heard from my aunt. How could they?
“Please tell me you’re joking?” I ask hopefully.
“Unfortunately I can’t sweetheart.” She says. She keeps quiet for a while before she speaks again. “Thought you should know.” And with that she ends the call without even saying goodbye.
What the hell is going on? Why did she just do that? But I don’t put a lot of thinking on that because the two people I want to speak to just arrived home. I immediately shoot up from my sit and leave my room, running downstairs.
“Oh, just the people I want to see.” I say with fake enthusiasm. My father groans and throw his coat over the couch. I can see he’s tense and stressed. Mom as well. They both look as if they’ve been defeated by the grim ogre himself considering the dour expressions together with the overly strained bodies they’re carrying. I know something is wrong. They’re not their usual selves, but even knowing that, fueled by the hatred I’ve for them, I disregard everything and being a bitch spoilt bratty daughter I always am.
“Not now Valeria.” My father says in stern heavy voice I never heard him speak in. It sends chills down my body, making me swagger in my boots. I brush off the skip of my heart and match his stark glaze.
“No. You won’t—“
“Valeria.” It’s my mother who spoke this time around. Her whole demeanor comes off crudely austere.
My father stands up, moving his legs in the direction of his study, running his hand through his hair insistently. My mother follows her husband. Like she always does. They’re a team these two. Not only in marriage but in business and life general. He’s the CEO and she’s the CFO of Jaarson Enterprises.
“Hello, and where do you think you two are following each other like lost puppy dogs? Aren’t you even ashame after—“
“VALERIA!” My father’s voice booms through the living area. “I’m sick and tired of you treating us like we’re your play things. I’m sick and tired of—“
“No. No. You don’t get to tell me shit.” I cut in. “Not after everything I just heard. Are you not even ashame of yourselves? Feeding yourselves from others people’s misery. I can’t believe you could be so heartless. Do you only think about yourselves? Is it?”
“What the hell are you talking about?” My mother’s voice comes out cold.
“I’m talking about the shit you two do.” I look at them in disappointment. “God, you two are evil. No wonder I never loved you. No wonder I’ve only felt nothing but pure hatred whenever I see you. I regret being your daughter. I wish I was born in a much better family with less diabolical parents.”
I realize my father stopped walking. He’s standing with his back faced to me. My mom is looking at me with gleaming tears in her eyes.
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