KAISER

I watched her laugh at herself, frustrated, her eyes full of tears. She shook her head and returned towards me.
For a moment I thought she was going to hug me, tell me we can figure out everything. That she also loves me too, but rather she stopped by the elevator and press the button.

My eyes followed her as she does that anxiety thing she does with her sleeves and shoes. She was an accurate portrait of that ten-year-old girl who was taken from me.

Speak.

Say sorry. Anything.

"I didn't mean what I said, I was just been selfish." I blurted.

The door dings, open.

She took a breath before she began: "I don't know him, he's been absent all my life, but so have you. You're no better than him." Tears finally poured out on her cheeks, when she noticed, she hastened to climb the private elevator that leads to the apartment.

I remained glued to my stance, watching the door close until there was no evidence of that pretty girl who makes me have a roller coaster of emotions.

Fuck.

I pinch the bridge of my nose with my fingers and exhale loudly.

Well, if it wasn't for her father, I wouldn't be away, I didn't even know she'd left the continent until a policeman told me.
Right now? She's being unfair to me.

Not that I am not an asshole because I am.

She is never going to give me a chance.
I was so closer to having her yet I had to ruin everything.

Why was it impossible for me to control my emotions?

Did I lose her again? She hates me, I saw it in those pretty wide eyes.

I was trying to calm myself when Malik decided to return and add weight to my loaded shoulders.

"What was that?" He practically yelled.

"What was what?" I smirk and shrug my shoulders, faking oblivious.

"Your parent went through all that to have a peaceful dinner, your mother, she cooked for you just to make you feel at home and you had to end the dinner that way."

And here we go again. Did those two really think turning my friend against me is a good idea?

"Why don't you stay out of my family issues, don't you have better things to do with your life?" I push back the locks of hair that fall over my forehead, my quizzical gaze pointed at him intensely.

He smiled and looked in the other direction. His tongue moistened his lips, he nodded.
"You are right, I do, I have better things to do than being around this messed, even you can't deal with." His eyes observed the mess as he had addressed me. "My key." He held out his palm.

It takes everything in me to not hit his fucking ugly face, rather I hold out his key up and when he made effort to collect, a sneer takes over my face and I drop the shitty object, it made a thudding sound when it whacks the floor. Arousing a brief satisfaction in me.

He swallowed and held my gaze for a period of time until some elevator opened and three girls walked out of it, offering all sorts of prostitute efforts for attention.

"Going somewhere?" I take my chances.

"Unless you are, we're up to the task." One of the chuckleheads answered.

"Excellent." I deliberately bump his shoulder with mine and walked right past him.

"What happened to you?" Malik called. Right now anger had slipped out of his expression, it was renovated with disappointment and pity.

He doesn't fucking get to look at me that way.

I huffed and swallowed. I will need anything that could wash away this hell of a day.

Through the mirror ahead of me, I saw Malik knee down to pick the key of his car, he was watching me leave with the girls I don't fucking know nor do I fucking want.

DAISY

The ride to the last floor, where I stay, was enough to cry out the agony I'm smothered in.

I don't know what to think, is it the fact that after eight years my father had returned to me looking everything like a homeless man or the fact that I will never understand what Kaiser wants from me.

Wasn't he just begging for my love? Wasn't he the gentleman from the mall who promised to do anything for me?

How has he turned into that person who took Cuppy away from me a couple of months ago?

I shouldn't blame him though, it was the stupid me who thought he could change. I thought I could believe him, but who am I kidding? Its KC. The man who swore to revive my darkest nightmares.

I wipe the tears from my eyes when the door opened. I even had to double-check my face in the mirror, hoping I didn't look miserable. And I look exactly as I feared, my eyes were puffed up and my cheeks and nose were red.

With the bag of things I grabbed from the mall, I walked into the penthouse.

And my unlucky self couldn't get any mercy for Riley was home, by the island making coffee.

"You're back." She smiled small, but I have a feeling it was coerced.

"You okay?" I am quick to ask before she does first.

"I should ask you that. You look quite terrible." I'd thought the same.

She sounded worried when she went round the island and came to me.

"I am fine..."

"You know you can tell me anything right? I'm here for you Daisy. I love you." She told me.

Till she discovered about me and KC. I doubt she will say anything like that.

"I know." I smile and nod. "What are you doing, isn't it late for dinner?"

"If you mean making coffee, then yes, I've been downing that in my system for hours." She slumped onto the sofa.

"What happened?"

"Mrs. Chandler called, she said KC had left a couple of hours ago, she said he was angry, and he still hasn't come home. I hope he is fine."

"Er... I'm sure he's okay. Is not like he can't look after himself."

"He can't. He need help. He is hurting and I wish I know how to be there for him, he is so difficult to recognize."

I looked down at my laced fingers, I couldn't swallow the lump in my throat. The pain was so severe.

Haven't I been punished enough?

"I'm so sorry, Riley," I whispered.

"It's not your fault, it's been the same for years."

She had no idea.

"I'm going to take a shower" I announced before leaving for my room