Chapter 80
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The receptionist on his floor did not dare to question me instead she nodded here head silently saying that my father was not occupied at the moment and I walked straight in his office but froze in my tracks when my splitting image stood there looking at me with a smug on her face.
I wanted to break something but instead I stood frozen my hand still on the handle of the door and two pair of eyes staring right at me.
"What is she doing here?" I asked my father who looked at me and Natalina looked back at my father then sat down at one of the available chairs.
I was ready to leave. Yes I was damn right ready to leave.
"Nat if you know what is good for you.
You will not step out of this office" my father firmly said to me using the name that I hated the most.
I felt like glaring at the man and running away from this building.
"I am still leaving so make this quick" I said glaring at both of them then walked to take a sit.
As much as I wanted to be thankful to my father for calling the trickiest human I know I also knew that the bitch was untrustworthy and could cause enough damage with a snap of her finger whether it's to us or the other side of the party.
I did not trust her.
I also knew for a fact that no one would be able to trust someone who dies three times and miraculously came back to life out of no where.
Three damn times and both times my parents thought it was amusing how each one of her death was from casualty to tragedy.
Do not get me wrong my parents weren't sadists or something like that.
They just liked the creativity.
Their words not mine.
There was a point where this woman was my role model.
Matter of fact I used to love her more than how I loved my parents after all she was family right.
My mother's twin.
She taught me what your parents don't teach you about the outside world.
Pickpocketing.
Casually throwing a knife.
Wirering a car.
Driving at the age of fourteen.
Smoking and snorting cocaine.
You name it.
And most of all manipution.
She was the perfect example of bad company and my abnormal parents did not protest at the time when they came to know what she was teaching me.
They said that I needed it to distinguish the good and the bad and I needed to live that stage of life.
The stage where you have bad company and learn to get rid of it.
It started when I was fourteen and for two years it continued aimlessly until the day I almost died because i overdosed.
Funny right.
That time my father found me on the floor convulsing and both my parents decided to take me for a fast detox after I sobbed and told them I wanted to stop on a hospital bed.
They called a specific doctor then gave me a pill and told me that it was going to be painful minutes after I swallowed it.
And they were damn right because exactly after two minutes I felt like my body was engulfed by flames.
It was a fast detoxifier.
I am talking about the shit that cleans you up completely in a span of 60 minutes and will kill you if there is no medical staff and equipment next to you.
I slipped into a coma for a whole ass month and came back clean.
When I asked them how they got to do it or even have access to such medication they said that as long as you swim in money things come easy.
I chuckled.
That was just half of the shit 'Natalina' caused and kept me through.
Did I mention that the time I woke up from the coma she was dead.
That bitch faked her death for the first time and it damn near gave me a stroke.
She was like the toxic gas that made you feel giddy inside then later on kills you.
That was my aunt.
"I cant believe you did not greet me" she murmured but I caught it and almost snarled at her.
How dare she.
I was sure she wanted some kind of reaction from me but I ignored it.
This woman was a maniac and a good one at it.
The only good thing I probably liked about her was her one condition.
Family first.
No one before family.
That was her moto and despite the hate I carried for her for so long that was the only thing I liked from her.
I remember how my brother swore that he will never ever put anything under the name of 'drugs' in his mouth after watching how I struggled to stay alive for five good months and two being the ones I was extremely sober and good to function.
After that my parents moved me away. They took me to a private boarding school in Estonia.
They wanted to keep me grounded and away from what I had been doing.
They kept me in the kind of school that ended with academy and anything below 65 percent was considered a C and close to a fail.
They forced me into every kind of sport I could fit my schedule into and afterschool activities too. They still seriously considered my training and fighting skills which was why they hired a trainer that would come every three days in a week to train me.
I was the best explanation of fit and for them to show me that they considered what they were doing very serious they would cut off some extreme amount of money on my allowance if I dared to skip anything on my schedule or do what I was not told.
