Behind her perfection:

Watching his father destroying her dream, Bellaire couldn't take it anymore and blocked her body to her unfinished painting of a young girl with a cancer. It's the one she'll be passing in the art school next month.

His father couldn't care less and also hit her, still wearing her school uniform. She just came from school, and when she came home, she saw her father ripping her painting as If it's just a random paper she disregarded on their living room.

While his father was pummeling her body, Bellaire shielded her arms over her head and slowly, she falls to the ground and whimper in agony. With every kick her father released, a loud groan comes out of her.

" Stop it, Henry!" Mrs. Verse denounces, running down the stairs. She is looking left and right, searching if there's anyone watching her husband beating her daughter.

When she spotted some maids peaking in the kitchen, she gestured her husband to stop what he was doing.

Inhaling deeply, Mr. Henry Verse pushed back some strand of hair on his forehead and stopped kicking the miserable Bellaire on the ground. He looked at the maids, who were shocked by what he had just done. They immediately looked away and pretended to do something.

With teary eyes and bruised face, Bellaire tries to sit down and touch the part where she felt the stirring pain. Looking at her wounded arms and ruined painting, scattered on the floor. Her tears jolt freely on her wounded cheeks and eyes with cuts.

"I already told you before that I don't accept any failures in this family." Mr. Henry fumed, pulling something from his pocket. It's a crumpled piece of paper which seems to hold Bellaire's destiny. Mr. Henry threw it in her face.

Mrs. Verse with her newly colored blond hair walks toward the middle wearing a red dress and heels. Looking down at Bellaire, she helped him to stand and fix her uniform.

"Don't be too harsh, Honey." Her head tilts a little toward the kitchen as her voice grows louder. She cares more than what her maids think than her daughter's situation.

While still aching from the bruises all over her body, Bellaire forced her arm to pick the paper on the floor. Fixing it, her school's name and logo welcome her. She closed her eyes in disbelief, knowing what it contained.

All of her subjects are in perfect scores, but history and PE only got 99. Knowing the parents of Bellaire, they will know everything about their daughter, especially her performance in school, whom they treasure a lot more than everything.

"This!..." Mr. Henry stepped on the scattered paintings on the floor and twist her feet in it, splitting the paintings into pieces.

"How will your art help you if you don't get into a good university and find a decent job?"

Bellaire just stood in front, bowing her head. When it comes to her family, she couldn't find any voice to mutter. She will just let his father do whatever he wants with her life. Even if she fights back, her destiny will always comes fourth to this. Her being miserable and unhappy.

They went silent as Mr. Henry held his chest, breathing difficulty. Mrs. Verse helped him relax by rubbing it.

"This is what I'm talking about… relax hon" Mrs. Verse pulls a chair and helps his husband sit. Holding her aching side, Bellaire couldn't resist his father, who is grasping in air. She worriedly held his arm.

Seeing Bellaire's face in front while in the middle of life and death, Mr. Henry couldn't erased the memory of his daughter's failure on its face. He shove her arms away.

"I-is this what you want to D-do with u-us" Mr. Henry muttered, holding his chest.

"To be dead! I'd rather die like a pig than die in shame," he shouted on Bellaire.

"Don't talk, honey. Relax yourself for a bit" Mrs. Verse worriedly rubs his chest. She angrily glares at Bellaire on the side, standing and clutching her shaking arm together.

She then walks toward the telephone and dials 911. In just a minute, the emergency team and their family doctor enters the room with their medical equipment. Doctor Hill and his team encircled her father and checked his status.

Bellaire steps backward and slowly sat on the dark side. She felt the pain all over her body. Mrs. Verse on the side is tearing up and worriedly talking to the doctors.

"How long did Mr. Mayor run out of breath?" Dr. Hill asked, fixing his glasses and writing something on the paper.

"Probably an hour now." She replied, wiping her tears and stealing some glances at Bellaire who needs medical assistant than her husband.

Rubbing her hair as an alibi, she gestures to Bellaire, who's touching the bruise on her face wanting her to leave the living room.

The medical team slowly put Mr. Verse on the bed and brought him outside. Their maids came out of the kitchen and watched Mr. Verse leave with the medical team. Dr. Hill, on the side with Mrs. Verse ask some more questions about Mr. Verse about the cause of his sudden shortening of breath.

"M-my husband is always busy these days. You know, there are a lot of problems in our city." She nervously smiles.

It seems Dr. Hill knew that reason because he nods, agreeing to Mrs. Verse. Knowing Mr. Verse as mayor, Dr. Hill couldn't suspect anything about the situation.

Bellaire didn't see her mother's gesture and was still pinning her head on the wall, staring at his father's body going inside the ambulance. When Mr. Hill noticed that Mrs. Verse's attention was becoming increasingly disturbing, he surveys where she keeps glancing. he noticed Bellaire under the table in the dark wall, her face bruised and blood pouring out of her nose. He wasn't shocked but seemingly have an idea what the reason behind this mess was.

"Mr. Hill! It's time to leave. My husband needs your help. " Mr. Hill's attention came back to Mrs. Verse.

"Oh! "Right" he said, smiling. He started walking away, but the thought of Bellaire's condition bothered him. He wants to ask Mrs. Verse about her daughter, but it seems Ms. Verse is eager for him to leave immediately. Mr. Hill also noticed some blood stain on the floor. He shook his head to stop himself from asking.

Being with the Verse since young, he found how this family is the real definition of perfection. Always on top of everything they do. Mr. Hill Fresno's grandparents and The Verse are old colleagues, war comrades, and business partners.

Their families are ties to each other since then. Being with other businesses can ruin that. They have individual names to protect, and their dignity lies in it. He thought of his family so he can go on without worrying something.

Before he set himself on the ambulance along with the other doctors, he looks back at the image of a teenage girl, bruised and eyes are full of pain.

"Let's go, doctor" His colleagues called him inside. He nods in response. Bellaire looks at him, tears falling on her cheeks asking for help as the door slowly closed in their house.

"I'm sorry, Bellaire" He said on his mind and enters the ambulance, leaving the girl while enduring those wound inside her heart.