After spending hours at the office it was late and I had to go home.
On the way, i thought about a lot of things, but the thought that stuck with me was.
"Who is Cyrus?"
Yeah, I know he is a multdollar CEO, and all that wasn't what I wanted to know. Who was he to me?
He knows things about me thatni never knew and from what he said he apparently has been keeping am eye on me for years I probably was not taking notice on it before but after he said that I could feel it.
People watching me I only started becoming aware after what he said.
Why would he do that?
Of course, i had no one to answer my question. Cyrus had no intention of answering them, at least not now.
"I think it's about time I started making my own findings. I'll start from the photo of that man and woman." Something told me they were the key figures to me finding out the truth.
With that thought in mind, i got home. I was surprised to see that mom dad and Mia were seated waiting for me.
How did they get into my house? And why didn't they call telling me that they were coming over?
"What are you guys doing here?" I asked my face devoid of any emotion.
Mia was the one who replied to her.
"Is that how you greet your parents?" She asked, scoffing. "It seems like after you were able to get your company from selling your body, you have been feeling like you own the world," she sneered
I just chuckled "Parents? The last time I checked, you disowned me. "
These people were more shameless than I thought after disowning me, and even trying to take my company, they had the guts to walk in here like nothing happened and even demand respect?
"I finally believe what they say that children are really ungrateful. Do you think after everything we have done for you all the food, clothes and money we spent in schools for you will just go to waste you think you can just cut us off"
All I could do was scoff at mom's words.
Clothes? Food? The only thing they gave to me was a hellisish childhood.
"You guys seemed to have forgotten all you did to me just because I act like nothing happened and never complained or blamed you guys doesn't mean I wasn't hurt" I replied trying so hard to stop my tears from falling I wasn't goingnto let them see me down again.
"Have you forgotten all the days I slept without eating all the days I begged and begged for you guys to stop hitting me but all I was net with were your joyful laughter what did you guys say clothes the only clothes I remembered having were the already used cloths of Mia that could barely fit me and when I told you guys all I got was another round ou beating"
"School? I was only able to attain this my education from eaves dropping on Mia's tutors and collecting the books that you guys deemed were not useful for her and sneaking into the library downtown I remember clearly that you would let me starve for days if you found out"
"So I don't owe you guys anything, absolutely nothing. The only thing you guys managed to give me was a traumatic childhood, nothing else,"
"Oh please spare us the emotional theatrics it's not going to work" Mom said I just stared at her blankly before turning to face Dad he said nothing all I could see in his eyes were disgust I turned to Mia and she was grinning from ear to ear.
"We came here to tell you that you still owe us, and until you've paid that debt, you belong to us," she said and stood up. Dad and Mai followed behind her.
"Why, why do you guys treat me like this?" I mumbled loud enough for them to hear, but no one answered.
Just as Mia was about to leave, she turned to face me.
"Do you know why they are like that to you, dear sister? Because to them, you will always remain trash, nothing else but trash," she replied the left leaving me as broken as I always was.
It's funny. I said Cyrus made my life worse since he came, but the truth was he actually made me forget he made me forget how broken and useless I was.
How painful my life was.
All the tears I tried to hold came rushing out.
All I could do was crouch there and cry till I felt better.
After hours of crying, I didn't feel better, but I at least released some pent in emotions that was good enough.
I slowly got up. I had things to do, and I wasn't going to let them ruin my plans. Crying for them was already enough.
I went up. I didn't even bother to take a shower or anything. I came down with my laptop and a notebook, the picture in my hands, time to get working.