Chapter 3 The Heart Fila's Mansion; A Living Hell

Abigail

This is The Nathan Heartfilia's house?. Great. Just great. Of all persons mother snatched up to be her boyfriend it just had to be Nathan's father. What were the odds?.

Who is Nathan Heartfilia, you might ask?. He is the king of Saint college high which just happened to be the same school I'm enrolled in.

He moved with a group; Gray, Gajeel and Aiden. Each one of them were from prestigious families and because they were so good looking they were the Kings of Saint college.

Although they each had their terrible attitude, it didn't stop girls from flocking all over them.

Gray is known for his very pretty smile, Gajeel is known for being ridiculously smart, Aiden is known for being good at all kinds of sports. He once represented the school in an international football game and won a gold medal.

And now that brings us to the black sheep whom was known for nothing good except being a playboy; Nathan Heartfilia.

Despite the fact Nathan uses girls and dump them however he please, it didn't stop most girls from daydreaming about him. Myself inclusive and you can't blame me for that.

Now, I get to live in the same house with Nathan?. Oh hell.

Mother beats my arm; snapping me out ofmy thought. "Of all questions you could ask, you just had to ask him what he was doing in his own home"

I roll my eyes. "Don't give me that speech as if it's my fault Nathan doesn't like us. I bet he never had the intention of opening up to us in the first place"

"Even still, I bet you made it worse"

"Don't you two fight over Nathan" A third voice says, joining mother and I in the hallway.

Turning towards the direction of the voice, I see a tall, sturdy looking man with defined facial features. This man had to be Ricky. I was so sure of it. Not because of his looks but because I know the type of men my mother usually goes for and he was IT.

"The kid is always throwing a tantrum" Thr man continues as he makes his way towards. Extending out his hands, he says. "You must be Abigail. I'm Ricky. Your mother has told me so much about you"

I shake his hands. "All good things, I hope"

"Well if being the top in your class and bagging an international scholarship isn't a good thing, I don't know what else is"

That's my mother. Best in going overboard. I give my mother a side eye. If she was expecting me to cover up for her lies then she had better think again.

Rather than responding to Ricky's comment, I retract my hands from his. "I'm quite exhausted from the trip. May I be shown my room?"

"Of course. Ophelia!"

A maid servant rushes up to Ricky's side. "Yes, sir?"

"Pleaee show Abigail to her room"

"Yes, sir!" Turning towards me, she bows. "Please follow me"

I trudged behind Ophelia as she leads me up the stairs to my room but not before glancing back at my mother and watching her so head over heels for Ricky.

I guess mother was serious about Ricky. Ricky was even too good to be true so I guess that's why he had a son like Nathan.

I really should apologize to Nathan when he gets back though. I bet he doesn't know we go to the same school or neither does he know about my existence before now but I'd pissed him off and gotten on his wrong foot.

"Let's clear it all up for mother's sake" I mumbled under my breathe.

"We're here" Ophelia says, stopping infront of a closed brown door.

"Thank you, Ophelia" I watch Ophelia take her leave before turning on the door knob and walking into my room.

My room was pretty neat and decent. I could tell that Ricky had gone out of his way to make it fit for me as it was filled with my favourite things.

Ricky didn't need to try so hard. If he was a nice guy, I was willing to give him a chance but there's just this empty space that only father could fill.

Sitting on the king size bed with pink covers, I pulled out father's picture frame out of my bag and set it on the table top. "Look father, Mother is doing well. So you don't need to worry about us anymore"

A knock on my door diverts my attention as I see Ricky standing outside. "May I come in?"

"Yeah, sure"

Ricky makes his way towards me as he sits on the bed and stares at father's picture frame. "Is this your dad?"

Oh shit. Did Ricky feel insulted with dad's picture frame?."Yeah, it is. I'm sorry if his picture frame makes you feel uncomfortable--"

"Don't be silly, Abigail. He is your father and always will be. You can keep his whole picture album if you want to" He says. "Listen, I'm not trying to replace your father and I know your mother still loves him very much as well but that's why I love her.

"While we were still getting to know eachother, she told me so much about your father. Your mother wasn't always smiling, you know. But now she does. And it means a lot to me ro know that I'm the reason behind her smiles." Ricky concludes.

"Alright, I'm sold"

Ricky chuckles. "What?"

"You've won me over. Give it your best shot with my mother. I'll be rooting for you"

Ricky pats my back as he springs up from my bed. "Lunch would be ready soon. Be down when it is"

"You bet" As Ricky was about to step out of my room, I call him back. "Hey, Ricky?"

"Yes?"

"Would Nathan be alright?" I inquired, unable to mask the worry in my tone.

"Of course he will" Ricky assures me. "He's my son"