Chapter 3 Official Sacked

Crystal POV

I finished helping my family and got ready for school. After ensuring my father was comfortable in bed, I rushed to class. Unfortunately, the lecturer had already started, and the students burst into laughter as I entered.

"Miss Richard, why are you late?" the lecturer asked.

"Family emergency," I replied.

The lecturer nodded. "Go and sit."

However, all the seats were taken, and no one would let me sit with them. So, I walked confidently to the lecturer's seat and sat down. The students' eyes widened in surprise, but the lecturer didn't seem to mind.

After the lecture, I left the class and headed to the restroom. Inside, I found some hurtful writings on the wall: "Crystal Richard is a whore." I read it aloud, shrugged, and took out a marker pen. Underneath, I wrote, "She's a sexy whore you'd never have." I smirked, feeling empowered.

As I entered the toilet stall, someone locked me in from the outside. I heard laughter and didn't bother begging them to let me out. Instead, I squatted on the closed toilet seat. They threw paint inside, but I remained calm, waiting for them to leave.

Once I sensed they were gone, I jumped to the next stall and urinated. Afterward, I washed my hands and walked out. To my surprise, a group of girls waited with cameras, hoping to capture my embarrassed reaction. I smiled, waved, and disappointed them by not giving them the show they wanted.

As the girls with cameras walked away, they got drenched with water. I looked up and saw a group of girls laughing and smiling. I smiled back, amused.

I walked to my car, got changed, and pulled out a jacket from the back seat. Just then, I noticed paint splattered all over my car, obstructing the view.

Stepping out, I saw a crowd recording the scene. I calmly took out my dagger and walked towards one of their cars. With swift motions, I burst the tires. No one intervened, assuming I was crazy. They screamed as I smashed the window glasses of not just one, but ten more cars.

I noticed one car had extra clothes inside, likely party attire, judging by the expensive look. I took the clothes, cleaned the paint off my car, and tossed the clothes on the floor. Smiling, I bowed slightly and drove away.

I arrived at the restaurant and changed into my uniform. As I was about to start my shift, Mrs. Elle stopped me. "Crystal, your mother called," she said.

I delivered drinks to a couple and returned to Mrs. Elle. "Aren't you going to ask what she said?" she asked.

I shrugged. "Nothing good, I guess."

Mrs. Elle's expression turned serious. "She wants you to stop working here."

I feigned surprise, placing my hand on my chest, but quickly dropped it, realizing the act wasn't convincing.

"Don't listen to her, she was probably drunk," I said, trying to downplay the situation. But inside, I was shaking – I didn't want to lose my job.

Mrs. Elle's voice was laced with sadness. "I'm sorry, Crystal. You're fired."

My worst fears had come true. I closed my eyes, feeling a sting.

"How much did she pay you?" I blurted out, my emotions getting the better of me.

Mrs. Elle trembled, and I nodded, a smirk on my face. "When I finally thought someone loved me genuinely..." My voice trailed off, filled with sadness.

Mrs. Elle tried to explain, but I cut her off. I changed back into my jacket, walked out, and threw the uniform at her feet.

As I stormed out, Mrs. Elle begged me to stay, even offering me my salary for the next day. But I was too angry to listen.

I drove home, still fuming, and almost got into an accident when a young boy stepped into the road. Thankfully, I saw him in time and stopped the car. A crowd gathered, and the boy was taken away. Some people cursed at me, but I waited until they dispersed before driving off.

At home, I found my mother laughing at a TV show, sipping wine. I stormed over, grabbed the remote, and switched off the TV. She looked up, raising an eyebrow.

"Mrs. Elle fired you?" I glared.

My mother's expression changed to one of amusement. "Wow, that's nice. Wasn't expecting that." She dropped her glass and clapped.

I folded my arms, frowning. "Why did you get me fired? You know I love that job!" I screamed.

My mother sighed, taking her seat. "How much does she pay you?" she asked nonchalantly.

"It's not about the money; it's the peace," I replied.

My mother suggested, "Then find peace working in the club."

I shook my head. "I need that job back."

My mother smirked, gulping the remaining wine. "You're working in the club."

I stood firm. "You can't make me."

My mother's expression turned stern. "Don't try me, child."

I retorted, "I'm an adult."

My mother stood up, looking me straight in the eye. "That doesn't matter."

I asked, "What about Father?"

My mother's expression turned cold. "He won't be resuming work. You and I will run the club."

I realized my mother's plan. "You have the companies and the hotel; let him have the club."

My mother's voice was firm. "So he can keep cheating? He almost died today."

I interrupted, "But didn't."

My mother's eyes narrowed. "Don't interrupt me. He'll stay at home or work in one of the companies where I can keep an eye on him."

I was shocked. "You're insane."

My mother closed my open mouth. "You'll understand when you're in love, my dear."

I gritted my teeth. "You're insane."

My mother's voice was calm. "I'm your mother."

I shot back, "Then act like one."

I stormed off to my room, leaving my mother behind.

I couldn't sleep, so I walked to my parents' room. My father sat on the bed, looking somewhat subdued, no doubt due to the recent events. I smiled and waved, trying to ease the tension. He smiled back, and I sat beside him.

"Have you heard the news?" he asked.

I nodded. "Yeah."

"Ohhh, my bad," he said, chuckling.

"I love my job," he whispered.

I raised an eyebrow. "Or you love the women?"

He chuckled again. "Both."

I nodded, understanding. "Why don't you stop cheating for a while, or do it secretly where no one would know?"

My father smiled wistfully. "When I have you as a daughter, nothing stays hidden for long. You'd find out and report back to your mother."

I let out a guilty laugh. "If I knew reporting you meant I'd lose my job with Mrs. Elle, I would've kept quiet."

My father shook his head. "No need to lie."

I nodded, feeling a pang of regret. "Sorry."

Flashback

5 years ago

I went to school, but the usual stares felt different. They seemed to pierce through me. After class, I was leaving when my phone pinged with a notification. My heart sank as I saw a video of my father having sex with Rosa, the school's notorious girl. She stood in front of me, tauntingly.

Tears welled up, but I refused to cry in front of them. One of Rosa's friends jeered, "Rosa, rate her father in bed from one to ten?"

Rosa smirked. "Uhhh, five. Not really good in bed, though."

I closed my eyes, trying to block out their words. Another girl chimed in, "But he's got a big dick, though." Rosa added, "Can't lie, and he's sweet."

another girl added "ohh My God see those veins"

Their cruel laughter and comments continued. I tried to keep my cool, but it was getting harder. I glared at Rosa and tried to walk away.

Then, Rosa made another disgusting comment.

" He has a big dick but couldn't fill my hole" Something inside me snapped. "Probably because you've got a wide pussy, that's why you're nothing but a whore, dirty whore."

The color drained from Rosa's face, and the boys cheered as I walked out of the school. Thankfully, my driver was waiting to take me home.

I cried for hours and didn't go to school for a week. When I returned, I was dubbed "Big Dick Daughter." Even some female teachers had the audacity to ask for my father's number.

That experience left a deep scar, and I've had a problem with cheats ever since.

Present

I gazed at my father with a mix of pity and concern, patting his back reassuringly. "All will be well, I guess."

He chuckled. "Your mother wouldn't make sure of that."

I nodded in understanding. "So, you'll be a house father and house husband, huh?"

My father's expression turned contemplative, lost in thought. I decided to ask a question that had been on my mind.

"Why don't you divorce Mom?" I asked, unsure why I had posed the question.

My father's eyes locked onto mine. "I can't. I love her."

I raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "You wouldn't understand," he said.

I pressed on. "Then why cheat?"

He shrugged. "I don't know... probably it's a hobby. But I love your mother."

I scrunched up my face, frustrated. "Well, goodbye. I'm going to my room."

My father knew that whenever love was discussed, I would leave. It was a topic I struggled to comprehend, especially given his infidelities.