ALICE
Today is my first day in college. I'm really excited! I grabbed my luggage and stalked out of my room-to the living room where my dad is patiently waiting for me.
"There you are, sweetie." I smiled at myself. Dad always calls me sweetie. I am his only child, my Mom died years ago and he never remarried. Standing next to him is my boyfriend, James. He smiled at me as I descended from the stairs slowly. We had a fight last night, and I still don't want to talk to him.
As I got nearer, his smile grew bigger. He handed me a bouquet of white roses-my favorite, if I may say so-and kissed me lightly on the cheek. "I'm sorry Alice, I promise it wouldn't happen again", he said. Idiot, like I could ever believe him again. Instead of saying that to his face, I thought of a more decent phrase that would be appropriate in front of my father.
"Sure it won't,cause I'm breaking up with you."
He frowned. I can feel my father's disappointed gaze as he stayed silent. He always liked James for me. Like us, James' family is wealthy, and when I say wealthy, I'm talking about billions of shares in stock markets and booming malls and arcades. Our family owns businesses , hotels, and resorts-the finest in the country. And I, Mary Alice Brandon, am the heir of all these fortunes.
Finally, after recovering from shock (I guess), Dad interrupted my thoughts by actually speaking.
"Breaking up?" he hissed. "Why? What happened? Mary Alice Brandon, explain it to me now." Oh God. Like I would want to.
"But Dad, it's my first day! I don't want to be late for school!" I whined in protest. Heavens, please let me escape. Just this once..
"I can call your University and demand that they start the classes next week if you want to. Now sit and tell me what happened." Right. I may as well grab this chance to get away from that bastard.
"I don't love him anymore. And I think he doesn't love me either. I don't want him anywhere near me Daddy." I batted my lashes for full effect.
"You are wrong Alice, of course I love you, you know that. That's why I committed those mistakes. It's because I love you way too much.." said the voice straight from hell.
Dad looked from James to me, confusion showing in his eyes. I sighed. I don't want to do this cause it would make my Dad unhappy, but I need to be free. I need to tell him the truth.
"Dad, James is.. He's.." I stammered. I have no freaking idea on how to say this right without embarrassing myself or ensuing a war.
Silence. Daddy is still looking at me, pleading fOr me to go on with my story. James too,is looking at me. Pleading for me to stop. But I can't.
"Daddy, James wants to do it with me". I blushed. "He is sexually harassing me, and I don't want it Dad, I'm only seventeen, we are too young, and I freaking don't want to do it with him!" I shouted with all my might. Tears streaked down my cheeks as I witnessed Dad's face grow red with anger. I am his baby, after all.
He lunged for James who was too stunned to actually speak, and hit him in the nose with his clenched fist. Blood run down the suspect's nose as he ran away, still shocked, to his boastful new car.
"Do not come here again, don't you even dare look at my daughter again, or I'll gauge your eyes out from their sockets!" I've never seen him so mad, but I felt safe as Daddy shouted these words to him.
I was still crying when I felt Daddy's hand on my shoulder. I got up and we went to his car, a white Mazda 6 which he happily bought because it's my choice. We were headed for my Dormitory now, since school is kinda distant from home. I will miss our house, really, but I am excited to live on my own. I like the sound of independence, and I can almost hear it now. Four hours later, just as we were a block away from the Dorm, Dad's phone rang. Perfect. I guess I'll be independent from this moment on.
"Yes, I'm headed back now… Wait for ten more minutes?... Okay, see you." I heard Dad mutter to the phone. He stopped the car in the middle of the street and I can see people gawking at us. Nothing new.
"Sweetie, I'm so sorry,but I have to drop you off here. I am needed at the office and there's just too much traffic in that street that you might have to walk.."His eyes were apologetic as he looked at me pleadingly.
"It's okay Dad, I can use a little exercise." I reassured him,but deep inside, I was ranting. He smiled at me gratefully and helped me with my baggage. I kissed him goodbye and said "See you next month" as I hugged him and assured him that I have everything I needed with me.
I started walking the remaining block, struggling with my baggage and high heels. I was not looking at anything in particular, I was lost in thought when suddenly, something-or someone bumped me and I fell to the ground. I looked up to see him, ready to bombard him with fury but when my eyes met his gaze, I was speechless. It's like the whole world stopped revolving and it's only the two of us, staring at each other in awe…NOT really. Just as fast as he came, without any word, he ran away. He ran away! He didn't even say sorry or what! He just ran away and I am on the ground, steam rising in my ears as I tried to look for reasons on how he could afford running away from me without even apologizing. Didn't he know who I am?
I got up and went straight to the dorm to clean up and go to school. Fury is still evident in my face, but I tried to conceal it. My landlady gave me my room's keys and when I opened the door, I forgot about everything else. Daddy meant it when he said he'd never have me away from heaven,for my room is heaven itself. This room has two beds, but my side was better than the other. Dad hired an interior designer to decorate it, I must know. My bed was white and it looks so fluffy that I almost felt like ditching school and sleeping. Rich textured wallpapers were installed, a study counter beside the bed, picture frames hung in the wall.. And a vanity table! A vanity table was set by the window, adorned with a mirror with pink lighted roses on the side—and I just fell in love with this place. It was themed pink and white, I even have a spare cot-like bed for my laptop. Dad knows I don't like using my laptop on a 's become my habit to use it on the floor, so he ordered a floor bed for me to use my laptop on. I love my dad!
I was enjoying my room for a while when a girl,about my age, entered. I was taken aback, but she introduced herself as my roommate. The one who owns that sturdy bed on the other side of the room. Her name is Isabella Marie Swan, but she asked me to just call her Bella.
"So,where are you from?I mean what province?"I asked,being the talkative girl that I am.
"I'm from Baguio City." She said,biting her lower lip. She is shy, I bet.
I smiled at her and said "Don't worry, we'll be friends." She smiled back, and that's how I met my best friend.