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Sorry that it took time for me to update. My sched is really complicated and school had just started. I promise UD's will be sooner and I'll have a new Twilight story posted soon.
Thanks for sticking with me and I'll post the other half of the chap later when I get home. I have to leave for school now!
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I Don't Want To Be a Bride
Chapter Fourteen – New Life (Part One)
As I had expected, I woke up with a hell of a headache. I don't regret anything that I did last night, though. I could care less about the hangover that I have now, what important to me was what I found out last night.
I needed to know where my father was, the one who was written in my other birth certificate. He might be able to answer the questions which were bugging me ever since I could remember.
With those answers, I could finally know who I really am and how Dimitri knew my mother. The first step to that was to leave this house and go to the address that I found in Dimitri's closet this time. I got a little adventurous in here in his room last night that I decided looking for any documents that could help me figure out their job. I only found lots of documents, and most of them belonged to strangers. Some of them looked really rich.
I found so stuffs about Ibrahim Mazur, particularly, a calling card. It had a few numbers and the address of the company. It could be the company where my mom worked. If she worked there and Dimitri could possibly be working there to before he died. What could they possibly do with other people's records? What kind of agency does that that they allow their employees to bring home documents that were confidential and should be kept in the office?
With my wobbly feet and blurry eyes, I got up from bed. Not caring about my messy hair and my unpleasant appearance, I got out of the room together with some useful documents with me. I would just take a bath, say goodbye to the family and then leave. I still have a week and a few more days in my leave and I believe that was enough time for me to find the address of Ibrahim Mazur's workplace.
There stood Olena when I opened the door. She was giving me a disapproving look with her arms crossed.
Maybe if I hadn't found these documents, I wouldn't want to leave this soon. I'd only spent three days with me and they'd given me the best treatment that I had ever received. It could have been better if Dimitri was here and if Karolina was treating me with respect, then everything would be perfect. Talking to her about that matter would be useless since I would be leaving later.
"I…I'll use the bathroom if you'll excuse me," I said with my croaked voice.
"You stole the last bottle of vodka last night and you locked up this room," she said.
"So what if I did?" I asked rudely and regretted it as soon as I realized what came out of my mouth.
"I just don't want to see you like that. I asked you to drink last night so you let the words flow out of your mouth without any difficulty, so you could release your emotions. I didn't ask you to drown yourself in alcohol."
"Don't chide me, you're not my mom," I said dismissively and walked past her.
"I thought Dimitri took good care of you, you're very disrespectful," she said with her back still turned from me. There was something in her voice that made me stop. She was crying…and well, shaking.
Deep inside of me, I didn't mean all the things that came out of my mouth. I thought that maybe if I'd be rude to them, they'd all be thankful that I left. They were the only memory of Dimitri I had left. If they only knew how painful for me to watch them mourn for someone who had been barely there because of me. I hate myself for asking him not to leave a couple of time in the past few years. It's just now that I realized that I took Dimitri away from them yet they were treating me as if I was their own.
"Olena, look, I'm sorry. It's just that—"
And then we heard an ear-piercing scream.
Thanks for reading and till later,
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