Chapter Ten
"I've got to go.." said Clarisse as she hastened out of the house.
Joseph ran towards her as he tried to stop her, "Clarisse- it's not what-" he groaned as he tried to grab her hand, "It's not what it looks like.."
"Then tell me how it bloody looks like?" snapped Clarisse as she turned to him, tears falling down her eyes.
The two stood just facing each other. As if frozen on their places. Clarisse found a glimpse of Victoria and the woman named Isla at his back and Joseph sighed.
"Clarisse-"
"-you should go back there," Clarisse said, "Victoria needs more explanation than I do."
"Clarisse, Victoria can-"
Clarisse wanted to hear no more as she got out of the house and went straight to the car.
"Let's go back to the hotel." she mumbled as the driver obliged. Driving out of Joseph's view as he just stared at the car till it's nowhere.
"Who the hell are you?" asked Isla as she scanned Victoria from head to toe.
Probably trying to intimidate me, Victoria mused as she frowned, Damn you for being here.
"The one and only, Victoria Romero." she stated as she approached this woman named Isla, "Now it's my turn to ask. Who the hell are you and why on earth are you trying to hit on my daddy?"
"Oh dearie.. Haven't he told you about me?" the woman said.
Victoria shrugged, "Um- No. Why would he? Are you really that important?"
Isla laughed as she raised her eyebrow to the teenager, "You're rude little bitch ah. Is that how daddy raised you?"
Victoria rolled her eyes, "Clearly you don't know me. But I know you. Now let me tell you three things. One, I can be rude to you. Two, you can't curse on me," she took her bag from the floor and continued, "And three, dad won't tell me about you because I'm not interested in his flings, or on your case, women who tried to have one with him."
She turned to see her father watching the scene.
"And if you'll let her then at least do it when I'm not here." Victoria snapped as she left the room and went straight to her bedroom.
Clarisse sighed as she drank the remaining vodka on her glass.
Clearly he has someone else, she thought as she sobbed silently.
Then she remembered Victoria's words on the car as they drove home.
"He's arranging flights actually. He said he's going to talk to somebody back to Genovia. I suppose that somebody's you." the teenager said as they both seated at the back seat.
Clarisse nodded as she asked, "Is he planning to bring you with him?"
Victoria shrugged, "He said we. So yes," she ran a hand to her hair as she leaned back on the chair. Trying to find comfort as she continued, "He even asked me if it's fine to fly there tomorrow."
Clarisse sunk at her bed as she placed the glass on her nightstand, not caring if it fell as she breathed heavily.
The sight of the other woman near Joseph can't get out of her head as she hugged her pillow. Trying to find comfort.
Too bad she can feel nothing but numbness as she succumbs into a deep nightmarish sleep.
Joseph groaned inwardly as he knocked on his daughter's door.
"Victoria," he called, "I know you're upset. And I'm sorry you have to see things that way."
He groaned again when he got no response.
"Victoria…" he called again as the door opened.
Victoria wasted no time as she strolled past her father, "I have no idea what's happening but I have to go."
"Wait- where are you going?" he asked as he watched her put her sandals on.
"A dear friend of mine is sick and I have to be there for her." she said as she looked at her father, "Expect me to be back before ten."
"Wait I'll drive you-"
"Your car's flat dad," she mumbled.
Joseph groaned, "Then at least tell me where you are going."
Victoria sighed, "I told you already, to a friend." She smiled as she kissed his cheeks, "Don't worry I have someone to bring me there."
And with that she left.
Joseph sighed as he went to the kitchen and poured himself some whiskey. The day's events flood through his mind.
It started off like a normal day. He woke up while Victoria's cooking as the whole kitchen smelled like hotdogs and eggs. Despite the fact that she's eating cereals on the table.
Then they spoke a little, mostly about her school and seldomly about his job as they get on with the day.
Then they have lunch and Arthur called. He gave Victoria a lift to her aunt's house as he's about to arrange flights when the back tire of his car got flatten so he have no choice but to get a cab.
Taking a sip on his drink, he groaned as the shamble part of the day entered his mind.
He's done arranging flights as he's now on his way back home. Unfortunately, cabs are full left and right and the line is still long.
He's planning to walk on his way as he heard a car horn beeped at him.
"HEY JOEY!" he heard a familiar voice as he turned, seeing a familiar red-head woman on a car.
Isla Morales.
Joseph can't remember what they spoke but he guessed it's just catching up.
Isla is Joseph's first girlfriend. The woman who made Joseph realized that love, lust, sex and dating are different. Their relationship were short lived and the last he heard from her was she got married to her third cousin, Diego Morales.
She offered him a lift, one that he accepts.
They talk and talk during the ride. Mainly about what happened to her. Got married, got miscarriages, got divorced and now living her life as if it's her last day every single day.
Then she invited herself for some drink, one that he totally regretted, as she started flirting with him all of a sudden.
Joseph groaned as he finished half of the bottle, What a mess.
A/N: tada! I'm so glad that some of you are enjoying this. Isla is actually never been part of my plan, she just kinda jumped into my mind while I'm typing chapter nine so I add her up! Thank you very much to those people who send their reviews, they're making me type new chapters and it really motivates me. I hope you enjoy and yah!