Unattainable perfection episode 15

?Unattainable
Perfection?
©Eliza

Episode 15

For a moment, the receptionist seemed to have lost her ton-gue as she continued to stare at the frightening woman.

Her legs wo-bbled, almost giving her away till she clutched onto the edge of the mahogany desk.

“I’m running out of patience young Lady. Cat got your ton-gue?”

the woman growls ma-king her flin-ch.

“Ugh.. Y..yes s..sure…

. Follow me”

she steps away from behind the desk and begin to walk down the narrow hall way leading to the doctor’s office.

St©pping in front of the door, she knocks gently.

“Come in”

c@m£ the de-ep baritone voice. Pushing the receptionist aside, she strolls confidently into the office, the doctor flin-ching instantly at the sight of her bloodied face.

Completely unperturbe-d, she speaks up

“I’m here for a plastic surgery. Can we start?”

“Ugh with all due respect ma’am as you’re aware,this is a hospital and we go by rules and regulations. For surgeries, you nee-d to book an appointment”

“Same old story. Guess I should apply f0r磔

she replies in a bored tone, di-ps her hand into her bag and pu-lls out the cheque book and gun.

The doctor skrie-ks, backing away from her.

“I won’t repeat myself doc. You gonna take me in there for a surgery or you want a bullet throu-gh your skull?”

He looks at the door, hoping security will barge in.

“Don’t worry. No one is gonna come in here. The security c@m£ras have been shut off, for a few minutes of course. Now, shall we? I have all the money to pay”

She frowns talking the cheque book impatiently He gulps ha-rd .

“Ugh y..yeah… Come with me”

“That’s what I thought”

Alice sm-irks tucking her items into the bag before following him.

****

A MONTH LATER.

WILLIAM’S POV

“Come on Wilson! Don’t be a sissy!”

David yells again. I growl in annoyance, scrambling back to my feet, sweat trick-ling down my face.

Channeling every ounce of anger I could gather, I raise my fist swinging it forward in a quic-k motion hitting my opponent square in the face s£nding him flying down to the floor.

He gro-an s.

“Attah boy. Great job!!”

David cl@ps and I sm-irk, wiping my sweaty face.

If only he knew.

If only he knew during all these training we’ve been doing, I’ve been channeling my anger and hatred towards Alexa to be able to fight.

Every hit, every b!ow, every upper cut I give, all I can see is Alexa in the form of a male’s bod or a punching back.. I hate her.

I loathe her.

I despise her.

It’s been almost two months in this hell hole and ever since my attack, Alexa hasn’t come to visit neither have I been told she’s come to ask after me, confirming my suspicion.

She really ordered my death.

And she hasn’t come to see me either because she thinks I’m truly dead or she’s too ashamed to come see me.

“That’s enough training for today. Come, it’s almost lunch time”

David says and I cringe.

Thinking about the food I’m about to eat almost has my stomach churning in disgust.

The food I was served when I was still hospitalized tasted much better than what they serve here.

They prepare the food as if they’re feeding a bunch of people without taste buds.

I sigh, following him.

“Why do I have to keep training Dave?”

I ask,curiosity taking over

“Trust me dude, if you get out of here and you still want to go ahead with your quest for revenge like me, then you’ll nee-d to be quite prepared. The Wallace name is really powerful. Itsy dangerous to go down the path of revenge without being fully prepared. So you nee-d to be equipped. Know how to fight like a pro because you’ll nee-d it. By the way, you know how to drive right?”

I nod

“Yes. I used to drive race cars a lot.”

“Good. Come on dude”

he nudges nee as we walk further. I’m definitely getting my revenge.

One day. Some day.

****

ALEXA’S POV.

A tear flows.

Another one.

And soon, more tears are cascading down my cheeks.

And for the umpteenth time,I wipe it again.

“I’m sorry for your loss. My condolences”

someone says for the millionth time and I feel like shutting them up with my fv¢king fist.

It’s not like they really mean it or care anyway.

It’s more like a rehearsed line, like a national anthem,re-ady to roll of the ti-p of their ton-gues.

I sniff.

Staring at the closed coffin in which my father was supposed to be in, another tear escapes me as I fight to gain my composure as people file past the coffin paying their last respect.

I shake my head,unable to believe I’m now an orphan.

A fv¢king orphan.

I still vividly remember how it happened exactly a month ago.

I had just gone home to try and prepare something for my father and change clothes like the doctor had advised.

It still feels like a dream.

An endless torturous dream.

One moment my father was getting better after being in the hospital for two days and the next moment, I return only for the doctor to look into my eyes and tell me

“I’m really sorry Alexandra, your father didn’t make it.

. We lost him”

I punched him.

I fv¢king punched him.

I had screamed, yelled, laughed and cried.

Refusing to accept reality.

It was all too confusing, too immediate.

But the truth was just one.

My father was gone.

He left. He too left me, ma-king me an orphan.

And right now,as I stare at the coffin, I still can’t wra-p my head around anything.

How could someone go from getting better one second and the next he’s pronounced dead? No.

de-ep down, somewhere in my heart,a p@rt of me still believes my father isn’t gone. Weird and strange as it may sound, I can’t seem to accept this.

No,this has nothing to do with a girl battling with coming to terms with her father’s death.

No.

What I feel is more like instincts.

My instincts are screaming something else yet here I am attending my father’s memorial right before he’s buried.

I stare at it.

The coffin.

Long and ha-rd .

Unable to accept that this wooden structure is housing my father.

No.

Sniffing, I take a step forward, bypas-sing Marcus and Fraser who stood looking into space.

I still can’t believe Alice’s picture is still circulating on every television station br@nding her a wanted criminal.

For Murder.

She killed the family doctor.

Eric Brown.

I sigh again, shaking the thoughts away.. Now is not the time to think about Alice.

I’ve always known her to be a crooked person with no dignity whatsoever.

I take another step, again and again until I’m directly In front of the wooden structure I’ve come to hate so much.

I nee-d to confirm.

I nee-d to see my father one last time.

Maybe it’ll help me come to terms with the fact that he’s indeed gone.

For good.

With extremely shaky hands, I wra-p my f!ngersaround the thick edge of the wood,re-ady to lift it when a strong hand gr-abs mine.

I wince.

“Let go off me!”

I tug at my wrist as I look up at perpetrator.

It was one of my father’s b©dyguards.

“I’m sorry ma’am but you can’t”

I fume.

“What do you mean I can’t?”

“You can’t open the casket”

he says What the heck!

“And who the fv¢k are you to tell me what I can or can’t do? Are you going to st©p me from bidding my father goodbye one last time?!”

“Sorry ma’am but yes. I have to st©p you. Orders from above”

Wait what?

“What?!”

I yell incredulously not giving a damn about the scene I’m causing.

Orders from above?

“And who the hell has the audacity to order you to st©p me from opening the casket at my own fathers funeral huh? Who?!”

The idiot remains silent and I feel more enraged.

I’m alre-ady angry.

Angry that my father had to die without warning.

Angry that he was doing so much better one moment and gone the next.. Angry that the fool wont even let me see my father one last time.

I nee-d to unleash my anger.

All these pent up emotions.

And this idiot is the perfect scapegoat.

Not minding his large build and stature, i reach up and gr-ab his collar, pushing him down till we’re both on eye level.

“Who’s funeral is this?”

I ask, my voice dark and low.

“Your father ma’am”

“Who am I to him?”

“His daughter”

“Since you haven’t lost your memory and you know all that,I’d like to remind you that I have every fv¢king right to open the godamn coffin to see my father correct?!”

“Correct”

he nods.

“Good”

I re-lease his collar and shove him backwards harshly.

I turn, gr-ab the lid one more time only for my hand to be gr@bb£d again.

Ah.

What the hell?! Annoyed to the Max, I spin around so fast and swing my other hand. Sl@pping him ha-rd .

He stares at me, unmoving, like he expected me to hit him.

“What the fv¢k is wrong with you huh?! Can’t I mourn in peace now?!!”

I scream, my voice cracking as tears fill my eyes once more threatening to spill.

“plea-se forgive me. I’m just following orders. I’m sorry”

“fv¢k you!”

I shove him aside and storm outside the church, wiping my face vigorously. Whoever is behind this,I’ll haunt them down.

I fv¢king swear.

****

Behind a three sto-rey building opposite the church stood a man in his early fifties clad in an all black attire and behind his eyes were hvge shades covering half of his face.

He stood.

Hiding behind the building as Alexandra storms out of the church premises.

“I’m sorry”

was all he whispers into the wind, disappearing as fast as he c@m£

TBC…

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