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Heya! This chapter is dedicated to Lizziejean for always appreciating my amateur summaries. ^_^ After the surprising meeting with her past Christine is totally lost! But there are still various other things she is about to discover as the story proceeds.

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Christine 

Shit!

Shit!

Shit!

"Ow! That hurt!" I screamed flopping onto the bed nursing my injured toe.

My eyes began to water and the throbbing pain spread across the whole of my foot making it ten times worse. I looked around my room searching for the first-aid box, but highly doubted I could find anything in this mess.

Yes, a mess...a whole lot of mess.

The bed sheets had been removed and lay sprawled on the floor. My drawers had been taken out, all of it's contains spilled on to the floor. The ink bottles saved from my junior years now lay broken with the ink seeping slowly into the purple rug on the floor. I had even taken the liberty to empty my clothes from the three compartment wardrobe, all of them piled on to the barren bed.

Now you might be wondering what hit my precious room. Well, it's nothing to worry about actually.

It's my personal way of venting out the enormous anger residing in me. The uncontrollable anger was inherited from my father whereas the innovative way of taking it out was told by my mother or so I think...

I looked around once again and sighed heavily. Grandma was going to flip-out when she finds her favorite daughter's room in such a torn state. This was my mom's room before she passed away, as my Grandma delicately puts it. But I preferred the harsher truth to the sweetened lie.

My parents were murdered by people whose identity is still hidden from my sight. It all happened three years ago just before my eighteenth birthday. The mere thought of it brings shivers to my body. Its vivid memories, the horrible ones and the good ones, all of them have been sealed away in my mind under the 'never touch' compartment. But even with all the precautions I have taken to try and forget I still can't escape the nightmares of that day that haunt me.

It was my grandma's strong belief that the sinners will be punished sooner or later, hence there was no need for me to start a man-hunt. At least that's what she thought. But for me it was their unknown identities that had saved them form me for so long and kept them from perishing before my boiling hatred.

"Oh dear! What a mess!" my Grandma's soft yet strong voice cut through my thoughts and I looked up.

She stood in the middle of the room, a shaking hand plastered on her forehead. The shopping bags dangling on her right hand slipped and fell to the ground one by one spilling its various contents.

"I am really sorry for the wreck I have caused Granny. I will clear it out... I promise."

Before she could utter another word I jumped off the bed and began picking up the broken pieces of furniture. But I was stopped by Grandma's thin hand that held onto mine with a restraining force.

"Maybe we should talk about your job interview first." she suggested, a knowing look on her face. I sighed and nodded. Grandma was going to begin her anger therapy we usually did after the thrashing I caused.

"So tell me about this interview of yours... How was it?" Grandma asked getting straight to the point. It made me extremely uncomfortable when she did that. Why couldn't she sweeten it up a bit or beat around the bush before jumping on to the point? It would have been so much easier then.

We were still seated on the bed. I busied myself with the bed sheets refusing to look her in the eye.

"He is back...Grandma. After all this time and also because of my stupidity I had to come face to face with him during the job interview." I whispered.

"Was he the one who asked all the questions?"

"No... No!" I shook my head violently. Just the thought of what might have happened if I had to give all of those answer to him made my blood run cold.

"Damn those questions!" I said out loud. Grandma looked at me in confusion not understanding what it was that I was referring to.

"They asked me questions related to my sex life grandma!"

Grandma raised an eyebrow, a look of surprise lingered on her face.

"Yeah, can you believe that?" I snorted and grabbed another pair of bed sheets.

"What kind of a job needs information on your sex life?" Grandma mused as she too began to clean up the remaining mess in the room. I merely shrugged my shoulders not wanting to think about the awkward interview.

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"Christine! Your mail has arrived!" Grandma shouted from downstairs.

"Ok! I will be there in five minutes!" I answered back.

Our conversation the previous day had come to an abrupt stop as we had busied ourselves with the mass cleaning of my room. I secretly wished Grandma wouldn't raise the topic again. It was hard getting over him, and I didn't want to find myself thinking about him all day long! It would be too embarrassing.

I knew leaving him had been the biggest mistake of my life, but there was no way to rewind back the time and visit those happy moments. He clearly didn't wish to see me, and probably hated me for the things I had done to him. I guess, hatred was the only thing I deserved from him now, after what I had done.

There was no way we could get back together with the Fates itself being against us.

"Here, take these to the kitchen table while I serve us some dinner." Grandma handed me the letters and busied herself in the kitchen.

I looked through the mail and came across a letter from the Brookswood Company Ltd. My eyes didn't register it at first sight; I had to scan through all of them once again just to be sure I wasn't imagining things. I had hoped for it to disappear or at least not catch my attention the second time as well, but it did and my heart fell as I opened it with trembling hands.

"What's wrong dear?" Grandma's concerned voice came from inside the kitchen. She had stopped cooking and was staring at me with worried eyes.

"I have been selected for the assistant's job at Brookswood Company." I said. Even to me the words sounded heavy and dead.

"Maybe you should take up the offer." Grandma suggested pulling me out of my miserable reverie. Did my grandma actually suggest that...but why?

"Grandma, are you serious?" I exclaimed.

'What? If you really want to know how he feels about you, you might as well take up the job.' Grandma shrugged matter-of-factly.

"What the-" I began but was interrupted.

"Mind your language Christine!" Grandma chided as we proceeded to sit at the dining table.

I chewed on my lower lip, thinking of the possible outcomes of this unwanted job. It was clear that he himself had selected me and not just a random pick by the director. There was no valid reason for him to do that, so why did he do it? The more I thought about it, the more confusion entered my mind.

There was also another truth to my inner rambling which I noticed only after I had given up thinking about the proposal. I wasn't worried so much worried about the job then I was about getting close to him! 

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