CEO perfect love

. -Edgar Allan Poe I am afraid to live, But I'm scared of dying And if life is pain, then I buried mine a Long time ago But I'm still alive. Paralyzed, NF Cadence Archeron Relief. That's the word that defines me at this exact moment, as I arrive in front of the big iron gate at the entrance to Seed University. For some people, vacation is a great time of rest, and for me it should be, but it's a real hell. When you have an extremely toxic father that's what happens, anywhere is better than being in his presence. I've been going to law school for five years, this is my last year.

As soon as I finish, I'll go for an internship to finally get out of this torment that is my life every time I return home Just a few months left now, we're finally back from break. If I can call it home! This word must mean a place where we feel good, at peace with everything and everyone, where we feel safe. However, this is not my case. There is no peace, much less security. All that's left is Carter's unhealthy control. Everything must be as he wants, nothing can be different. "Cadence, you can't get into a conversation that doesn't concern you!" "Cadence, don't socialize with anyone! Especially if it involves boys, they are cruel and you don't want to suffer, right?!" Everything he says or does is toxic, our parental relationship is toxic. Which just reminds me of why I have to focus as much as possible this last year, I can't afford distractions. Because, unlike most of the rich people who study here, I had to get the scholarship with many sleepless nights, I couldn't afford anything, and thanks to the scholarship I was even eligible for dormitory accommodation. Carter didn't initially support my decision, and with that, he said he wouldn't support me in anything. In other words, I should get the scholarship or I wouldn't study here, and I would go to a university that was worthy of Judge Archeron. Can you understand how incredible our relationship is?! It's an hour's plane ride from university to home, so it would be bad to have to go back every day. I live in Romania. I thank God it's far enough from here. After the third year, Carter decided to give in and began to accept my decision. He sends a small amount every month, nothing too extravagant, but in the first few years I had to make do, show how much I wanted this here. And I finally managed to get him to accept it, even though I always say that this university is a mistake. I thought that in the first year he would plan something to stop me, but after he saw my effort and the return in my grades, he became calmer. That was the only thing I could choose for myself. In fact, he allowed it! Thinking like this, it wasn't even my choice, it was his acceptance. The doorman Roman, a gray-haired, pot-bellied man in his seventies, allowed me entry. I look at the university, which is structured like an ancient castle. I remember that the first time I entered here I was enchanted, and I never tire of admiring it, even after so many years. The director always values ​​the image and never lets the effect of these columns fade. I head to the entrance on the left where the bedrooms are. The university is in two parts, and in the middle is the entrance to the classrooms, the cafeteria, among other things. I look at the email that was sent to my cell phone and see that I have been relocated to room number one hundred and three. We always receive a welcome email and I had read it before, but not so carefully, so I read it again to understand. Some renovations are taking place on the right side, and as there are always newcomers, the director moved me to another room this last semester, to adjust the wiring problems that appeared in the last days of the break, both in my old room and in others . I didn't mind this as all the rooms are the same. There are two corridors, so I head to the one with the sign that says there are rooms up to number two hundred, the corridor on the left. The entitlement is two hundred and one to three hundred. I go through the corridor, and at the end I get into the elevator that takes me to the fifth floor, which is where my room is, according to the email they sent me. When I get there, I go through some rooms and arrive in front of mine, place the card in the indicated place and the door unlocks immediately. I go in with my suitcase and study the place. The accommodation only has a small sofa in front of the TV on the wall, a small refrigerator, a stove, and a sink with a support underneath to place food, as well as an island that separates the small living room from the kitchen. I decided to buy a stove in case I didn't want to eat in the canteen, as this is optional. I t

people here who can be cruel when they want to, that is, make anyone's life difficult, and it is not my desire to make my life more difficult than it already is. I know my place well, I've always been the one excluded from everything, the odd one out in the class, and I prefer to stay that way to avoid problems. After lying down for a while, enjoying the silence and peace that the environment conveys to me, I decided to take a shower to get rid of the weight of the long journey. I pick up a black long-sleeved coat and gray loose-fitting sweatpants. Here in Ukraine, specifically in the east where I am located, in the city Kharkiv, the climate is colder. Therefore, we always see people well dressed, and there are heaters in the rooms, but apparently they forgot to leave them on for my arrival. There is also something inside the university. I go to the front of the door and press the green button that turns on the heater, grab the towel, the hygiene products, and go to the bathroom. When I arrive, I leave the toothbrush and toothpaste on the sink. When opening the deposit, at the bottom, I see some hygiene products. It's a bathroom with an electric shower, with a box that separates the bath area from the part where the sink and toilet are, enough for me. I take off my white t-shirt, pants, black combat boots, and underwear. I turn the shower on hot and let the water run down my body, making me relax. It may seem strange, but it feels good to remove all the remnants of hours ago from that place I never considered home. I leave the bathroom already dressed, heading towards the bed, combing my straight brown hair. It seems sad to know, but here at US I can be myself, do things I want, without anyone judging the way I act, what I wear or what I do. However, I have faith that all this will soon be over, and it will be nothing more than a bad memory. I lie in bed thinking about everything I've been through all these years, and I end up falling asleep. I pass by the large garden of the family mansion, where Judge Carter's party is taking place. Almost twenty years in this profession, and now he has just turned fifty. "Congratulations, for the respectful and honest judge that your father is!" That's what everyone said to me all night, little do they know how toxic he can be when he wants to be. I miss having a mother's lap. She left me, if you

dark blue. - What's a girl like you doing out here alone? - He asked. His eyes are scary, and at the same time they arouse my curiosity. - I didn't find anything interesting enough to make me stay inside. - I respond, trying my best not to show how affected I am by his presence. - Why do you say this? You're Carter's daughter, right? - He gets closer and I take a step back. His question is not filled with doubt, but with the purest conviction. - I don't like talking to strangers! - Oh, of course. - He smiles and extends his hand to me.

- My name is Luka, and it's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Archeron! - I don't need to introduce myself, since you know exactly who I am. Now, if you'll excuse me... - I completely ignore his hand, and start to walk past him, but I end up tripping over my dress, and he grabs my arm, which makes me shiver. - Why the rush? I won't do anything to you. - He speaks, with his calm tone, still holding my arm. We're just inches away now, and his breath meets my mouth. - Did you know that psychopaths say exactly that? - I question. - A psychopath wouldn't help you from falling, he would take you to a place isolated from everyone, since the music is loud enough for no one to hear. - He speaks, and soon after starts laughing. - Damn it! I didn't help, right? - I allow myself to smile back. - Not at all, Luka. Cadence. - He looks at me without understanding. - My name is Cadence, and thank you for helping me not fall. - I say, directing my hand, Luka squeezes it, but before he lets go, we hear: - Cadence! - The judge's thick and rude voice invades the place. He looks at me furiously, and then at Luka, who lets me go. - Who is he? What were they doing here alone? A respectable woman is not alone with any man, except her husband. - She pulls me towards her, hurting my arm. - I'm Luka. Son of Daven Crow, the prosecutor. - He replied, I think thinking that it would help something, but contrary to what he thought, it only made everything worse. - I don't care whose son he is, Luka! Don't you dare approach Cadence again. - He speaks with ignorance, pulling me towards the mansion again. -What did I teach you? How many times do I have to say the same thing, Cadence? I don't want him to be around strange people, especially men like Luka! - What?! What you mean? - I ask, without understanding where you're going with this. - Don't act like a fool! I saw how he was fucking you with his eyes. I don't know what would have happened if I hadn't arrived to intervene in this disaster. Imagine if someone had recorded something? - Why would anyone be recording? We didn't do anything. - I say. - Don't you understand that you have an important father? That anyone might want to use you to get fame, or defame me? You have a lot to learn, Cadence! You disappointed me tonight, I hope this doesn't happen again, or I will have to use more drastic measures. - Speak, letting go of me as soon as we arrive in front of my bedroom door. He opens it, pushes me inside, and passes the key. I call him, but he doesn't answer. I sit against the door and cry, I cry tirelessly, not knowing why he acted that way. I already knew he was controlling, but I didn't know to what extent. Is it wrong to want to live but be afraid to live? Because that's what I feel every day of my life, knowing that I have the shadow of Carter Archeron behind me. I wake up all sweaty and scared, looking around. I take a deep breath as I remember that I'm not near him, and that he's not here, and that brings me relief. But at the same time fear, because I know that, even though he is not there, he is watching me, he would never let me be completely free. It's all too much for me Blow like smoke into the air How can you die Carelessly? (...) Help me, I got lost again But I remember you. Six Feet Under, Billie Eilish Aaron Seed I wake up in the best way possible, getting a fucking blowjob, despite the hellish hangover I feel, as my head is almost exploding from the pain. But the pleasure I'm feeling makes me forget the pain and focus only on him. The redhead masterfully sucks my dick, masturbating me and running her tongue over the head, which releases the liquid of the lust I'm feeling. She encourages me more and more. - Fuck! - I speak in a whisper and start fucking her fleshy mouth, holding her by the hair, and she only stops when my cum is released, taking all my cum. The woman gets out from under the sheets and licks her lips which are red from the effort she was putting into satisfying me. - Aaron... - She moans, getting closer, but I stop her when I remember that I don't sleep with anyone. Damn it! It should have just been a shag, and not slept together. She looks at me without understanding as I put on my underwear. - You know how it works! You shouldn't have slept here, Ashley! I get up irritated, leaving her sitting on the bed, and throw her dress that I found on the floor on top of her. - What's the problem? We are always together, why make it an issue? - That doesn't mean anything, Ashley! We're just a fuck and nothing more, I see no reason for that to happen! Now get out of here! - I say rudely, picking up her intimate set that I found on the floor and throwing it at her again, pointing to the bedroom door. - You really are an asshole! It will never change! I hope someone breaks your heart and hurts you, just like they do to everyone they treat like that, Aaron! - She curses Me screaming, while she puts on her underwear and dress. I start to laugh at her speech. - My heart? I don't have one, Ashley, I should know that after being together for so long! - I teased in quotation marks, with my most stupid smile, which makes her get even more irritated, and throw a pillow at me, but I end up avoiding it in time. It's been two months since I moved in with Hanry. After my mother Elizabeth passed away from an overdose, I had no other option. I'm dealing with grief in the worst way for some, but for me it's the best way to deal with everything. She started having drug problems when she became involved with Alfred. I tried to stop it, but she was already addicted. I blame myself every day for not having done enough, for not having been strong enough to help her. I met Ashley as soon as I got here. We hooked up a few times, but for me, unlike her, it didn't mean anything, especially because she was never the only

better yet, a month to get your head straight, as the psychologist said. It was what I needed, but nothing has changed, I still feel the pain tearing me apart inside, nothing makes me forget, even if I try. "What did we talk about bringing girls home, Aaron?" - Hanry complains. - Would you rather I fuck them on the street? - I ask, already knowing your answer. He cares a lot about his appearance in society, so of course he prefers it to be here. - Listen here, Aaron! I know you're going through a difficult time, your mother's death affected you a lot...

- He starts to retort. - No! You can't imagine how difficult it is! You weren't there, you didn't see her slowly wasting away! He was cowardly enough to leave her, to leave us, and never seek to know how we were doing. - I shout, cutting him off and analyzing his eyes. - It's not my fault! I had no idea your mother was like this. I will no longer accept your rebellions! You've been like this for over a month. I decided to give you some time, but I see that it didn't solve much. Tomorrow your first class starts, and you will stay with the other university students, in a room in the dorm. - Perfect! At least this way I won't have to deal with your damn presence all the time! - I close the door in his face. I grab the lamp that's on the bedside table and throw it against the wall, screaming. My relationship with Hanry was never the best. When he was younger, he and my mother separated, and he simply decided not to be a part of my life. She got pregnant at a very young age, and he didn't play his role as a man. After I turned thirteen, I wanted to return to my life, but I didn't allow it. It never helped us, we went through hell at home! My mother had an affair with Alfred, and he was always there at the house. We lived in a dirty trailer, and contrary to what Alfred showed at the beginning, he was not a good person. Especially when he was drunk. He led my mother to a life of drugs, and she, because she was suffering from the separation from the only love of her life, dove deeper into that world. I had stormy days, and every day I remember everything we went through and how my father never helped us, looked for us or asked if we needed anything. Which only made me hate him more, and continue to hate him every day. After she got into drugs, Alfred was a coward and left us. Something that caused me relief and despair, as we didn't have enough money to support ourselves. Despite everything, she never missed anything at home, but everything she picked up after her addiction was drugs. I managed to get a job in my spare time, when I didn't have classes, and managed to keep us going for years, until she started to get better and went to rehab. But Alfred came back to haunt us and she couldn't resist the temptation. However, this time, she had used more than before, which caused the overdose. They found her in the warehouse where only drug addicts go to get high. I go to art college. I had stopped at my previous university, because I was in mourning. I was in shock, I never thought this would be the end of her, after all the work she had to do to get treatment. I was really hoping that I was finally free from this whole nightmare. But apparently, I had been mistaken. I remember the first time I saw her using it. I tried to make her see how toxic her relationship with Alfred was, but she never listened. A person in a toxic relationship doesn't see it, but it's easy to see when you're on the outside. Five years ago - Mom? - I call, opening the trailer door. I left school early today and decided to surprise her by bringing her favorite burger from Burger Joint. I pass through the living room, finding it strange that everything is turned off and she is not sitting on the sofa watching her afternoon soap opera, the only light in the room is the daylight that reflects on the window. I call again, heading towards the simple American kitchen, I don't get an answer and I don't find it, so I leave the two hamburgers and the soft drinks on the table. The trailer contains two bedrooms, hers is on the left side, where there are three steps to get to the door, and mine is on the right side, close to the entrance door. After her and Hanry's separation, I missed her a lot. Her lack of paternity often frustrated me, but over time I got used to it and understood that it would just be me and her. Upon arriving in my room, I leave my backpack on the bed and go to hers, climbing the stairs, which are so old that they are creaky. Unfortunately, we cannot afford a better place. She is the only one working at the moment. So, we only have the essentials, and that's enough for me. As long as it's with her, I don't mind going to the end of the world. My heart accelerates quickly and I run to her, finding her lying down and pale, with a garter tied to her arm. Next to the bed, I find a syringe lying on the floor. I kneel down, holding her face, screaming her name, but she doesn't respond. I touch her pulse, but it's so weak I can barely feel it. I look at her arms and only now do I notice the large number of purple dots, which are located where her veins are. Could it be that...she's trying to kill herself? No! Why is she using this? I can not understand! She said it was fine, that the marks I sometimes saw were the stress of everyday life, and that it was nothing, so I wouldn't worry. However, now I understand that it is something more serious. She breathes slowly and I call her again. - Mommy! She answers me, please. -Aaron. Son, mom is fine, I just... - she reported calmly. I shake my head no, while holding her head. - You are not well! Ever since Alfred came into your life, you've been acting strange. Does he hurt you? - She gets to her feet with the greatest difficulty, looking at me reprimandingly. - Don't say what you don't know, Aaron! And don't you dare say that to anyone. That's none of your business. - She said completely agitated and irritated, walking to the bathroom when she arrived, she locked herself inside and vomited. - Mother! Mother! Let me help you, what should I do? - I ask, knocking on the door, while I hear her vomiting. -A-aron... just leave me. - Her words came out with difficulty. I decide to sit in front of the bathroom door and wait until he leaves, because I won't leave here until I know he's breathing and that he's okay. I feel afraid, for the first time, of being completely alone, since that's what