Whispers Of Betrayal (Anastasia and Alastor)

Chapter 38

“My stepmother did her best to stop me from attending SAT and even hid my ID card to stop me from taking the art test.” Anastasia leaned against the seat with a headache. “I called my dad. He stammered and said he didn’t know where my ID card was. I ran to the police station, crying and begging the police to handle this urgent matter before jumping into the car and heading toward the examination venue.

“Later, they tried to change the details in my university application forms to stop me from attending a school not in their immediate vicinity. I worked day and night to earn my tuition fee when I got the letter of acceptance. To escape from the home that suffocated me, I rented a small house outside. Every day, I worked hard to draw for others to earn money and get a scholarship to support myself.”

Fortunately, Anastasia was talented in painting. Her teacher liked her very much and helped her a lot, allowing Anastasia the chance to study abroad.

Painting was Anastasia’s hope and motivation to live.

“When I was in sophomore year, Meredith suddenly lied to me and said that my father was ill. But when I got home, everyone looked happy and healthy. They had a drink together with Meredith’s brother. That night, Meredith’s brother broke into my room while my father was drunk…”

Anastasia had never told anyone about this except the teenager she brought back to her rental house during her sophomore year.

“If weren’t… Anastasia wanted to mention the teenager, but she went silent.

Jason suddenly stepped on the brake and stopped at the intersection of traffic lights. He looked at Anastasia intensely, wanting to anxiously hear what happens next from her.

But Anastasia was silent for a long time and never went on with her story.

To Anastasia, that memory was one she wanted to forget desperately.

Everyone had a past that they wanted to forget. Maybe it was because of their youth or unrequited love.

For Anastasia, her past was only filled with pain and sorrow.

time, Anastasia wasn’t adept with words. She only knew the teenager’s name was

knew that Jace worked three jobs daily to cover the medical expenses of his grandma. He worked as a nude model in the Department of Art for 40

on the streets. He lived hand-to-mouth, unable to eat a warm meal whenever he wanted to.

in the alley at the back

looked at Jace, Anastasia seemed to have seen her

corner, eating a simple fast food meal, looking helpless

to Jace was a

looked up at Anastasia with a

what he replied

stated, “My dad married a new woman and I ran

experience that

offered, “Come back home with

home to return to, they could create

didn’t need to be luxurious, and it only had to

Jace to her place.

didn’t ask him anything but cooked a warm

no longer alone from

ate

talk much usually, but they would look at

Anastasia thought she had found

gave her chased her

one could accompany another