Melting His Icy Heart
- Genre: Romance
- Age: 18+
- Status: Ongoing
- Language: English
- Author: Rare Gem
“Wake up, Andrea. Come on, get up, or you’ll be late for school,” my mom said as she opened the window to let the sun drift into the small room that had been given to us.
“I don’t want to go to school today,” I replied.
“Will you get out of bed? You know that school is important for you, Andrea,” she said as she threw away the bed cover.
“Can’t I just skip school today? I really don’t want to go. Please, Mom,” I begged gently.
“You know how hard I work just for you to go to that school. If you miss a day, it’s like you’re throwing my money and hard effort away. Now, go freshen up. The boss will be up soon, and I want to prepare her breakfast,” she said, laying my uniform on the bed. She then left the room.
I sighed as I stared after her. If only she knew why I didn’t want to go to school. I got ready for school and headed to the kitchen, where I knew my mom would be cooking for her employer.
“Mom, I’m going now,” I said to her, giving her a brief hug and taking the sandwich she had left on the table for me.
“Take care, my child, and remember, you must study hard and…”
“Become someone in life,” I finished for her. “I know, Mom, and I promise to be someone you can be proud of,” I replied as I gave her another hug and left the house through the maid’s quarters.
‘If a student from Excel High had seen me coming out of the back gate, they would have used it as another reason to bully me,’ I thought as I hailed a taxi. Working part-time enabled me to have the luxury of taking a taxi. However, the other students got to school in their own personal cars or were driven by their wealthy parents’ chauffeurs.
The taxi stopped on the street closest to the school, and I got out of it. The first period would soon begin, and I had to get to class early. I began to run all the way to my class, which was the last class on the second floor.
As soon as I got to class, I was aware of all the students staring at me. They weren’t expecting to see me after what happened yesterday, and if it were up to me, I wouldn’t be here. I brought out my book, praying silently for the teacher to arrive.
“Look who we have here. It’s the maid’s daughter,” Erica, a spoiled rich girl and also the school queen, said as she walked toward me, holding a fruit juice.
“And she is not even ashamed to show her face,” one of her minions added as they walked toward me. A girl, who followed her around, pulled out a chair for her, and she sat in front of my desk.
“How can you even show your face here after what we discovered about you?” Erica asked as she put her fruit juice on my book. I didn’t reply because I knew that replying would only bring further insults.
“She can’t even speak now,” Erica said, and the other students burst out laughing.
“I’m getting pissed now!” she said again, and her minions began to hit my head. “Say something. You don’t want to get us all angry,” one of them said.
“Why did you make us believe that you were rich when you are nothing but a poor devil?” Erica asked again, but I still couldn’t answer.
“That’s it. Take her to the library. Since she won’t talk, we better make her talk,” Erica said, and immediately they pulled me up.
Knowing what the library was used for, I knew that they were going to do the same thing they did to other students, and I didn’t want that. Quickly, I jerked off my hand and ran to the bathroom, locking myself in one of the toilets.
Erica was well known for her beauty and cruelty. I would certainly know that because I was once friends with her. That was when everyone still believed that I was the daughter of a rich man.
What could I have done? My mom is someone who wants the best for me, and though it’s hard for her, she sent me to a well-known school and made everyone believe that I was the daughter of a wealthy man.
It was kind of hard for me at first. I had to lie to other students that I was also someone of their caliber, and it had been going well for years until yesterday when the truth came out and everything that had been kept hidden surfaced.
People that I thought would understand made fun of me. They laughed and called me names, and Erica was so furious that I had been lying and making up stories about my life.
There was a rule in Excel High: the poor students who get scholarships into the school get bullied until they drop out. That was one of the reasons I had kept my mouth shut about my real identity, and I thought that if I kept up with the lie, no one would notice. But there is a saying: every day is for the thief, and one day is for the owner. I’ve been caught now, and I’m being bullied by Erica and her gang.
If only there was a way for me to get out of this mess, I would have done so.
Mom has her own problem, and I can’t disturb her with mine. She wants the best for me; that is why she keeps on working hard just to make me study in one of the best schools.
“Come out, Andrea. We know you are in there,” Erica said, hitting the door.
I stayed still, not wanting them to guess that I was in there.
They kept on hitting the door, and when there was no reply, I heard Erica saying, “Let’s go. It seems like she is not here.”
When I was sure that they had left, I opened the door and came out of the toilet.
“I knew you were in there,” Erica said suddenly, and quickly, two of her minions came to hold me.
“Why are you doing this to me? I haven’t done anything to you!” I said, trying to loosen their hold on me.
“Really? Are you sure that you haven’t?” she asked, giving me an angry glare. “You lied and made us think you were part of us. That’s why I’m so furious. To think I had considered the daughter of a maid my friend makes me so angry.”
Just then, two girls ran in, carrying a bucket with water.
“What are you still waiting for? Dispose of it!” Erica said, staring at me, and I knew that they were going to pour it on me.
The two who had been holding me moved away from me, and then they emptied the bucket on me.
“Oh my! Oh my! Just look at her,” Erica giggled.
“So wet!” the others chorused.
“This is just the beginning, Andrea. You already know our rule, and that is to throw out the poor students amongst us, but I don’t think that will be happening with you. I would like to have you here to be my play toy. Be warned, Andrea, tomorrow and every other day will be like this for you. So start getting used to it,” she said to me, and they all left the toilet, feeling happy about what they did.