Horrible Feeling

Everybody seems so fond of the Grand Birthday party of the witch except me. I'm not enjoying this and I didn't bother to hide that feeling.

Mom noticed that I was being a bitch to all her friends' daughters and she was giving me dagger stares every time she'll look my way. She finally couldn't help it when I sat down next to her, wearing my scowled expression.

She excused herself from the last person she was talking to and whispered to me sternly, "Fix your facial expression, Racy! And can't you be nice to those girls? They're my business partners' daughters. At least give me some face. I don't like people talking about why you are unhappy at my birthday party. And stop giving them a horrible look or you'll look ugly in their eyes."

I rolled my eyes and hissed. "You know I hate to socialize with these socialites, Mom. And please, you must admit that even if I'm sporting my ugliest expression, my beauty still stands out from the rest of the ladies here. They should be thankful enough that I'm not paying attention to all the bachelors who try to talk to me. Otherwise, it will be their worst busted night."

With numerous people invited to her birthday party, I was also overwhelmed by the number of business tycoons together with their corresponding heirs whose attention was on me. Of course, being the descendant of Herrerias would draw too much attention. Combination of the Goddess of beauty and the Greek god, who would dare not pay their attention? My Dad and Mom were the most popular couple celebrities way back in their prime years. And people adore and envy their team up because of their perfection not only to show business but also because they manage to make their big names more well-known in the corporate world.

The golden duo Trace Herrerias and Raniella Avila back then were drawing too much attention but now they passed it on to me and Trance. I know that people here my age want to be in our place and they always get envious of us. But they don't know how it sucks to be my parents' heirs.

I wouldn't want to inherit even one of Mommy's professions. I hate fame and the business industry because it has an associated burden, a heavy responsibility. I don't want to exhaust myself every day for the wealth that you wouldn't be able to enjoy if you were no longer in the world. My Dad's body became weak from working too much. I didn't get why people work too hard to be at the pinnacle as if it was the only reason to live. I even heard some business tycoons end their lives after they went bankrupt. That's scary. Money and fame shouldn't have power over you, it should be the other way around.

For me, being at this social pinnacle is suffocating. And it makes me want to break the chain and be free.

I looked at my mom's face closely because she seemed to smile a bit at what I said but she immediately replaced it with raising an eyebrow. Well, maybe she smiled because she agreed with my beauty. Of course, she has to because I look like her.

"Fine. But I'm warning you, no boys for tonight. I hope you will consider this night more decent than the previous one last year."

She's been around for a long time knowing my reputation with men, so that's why she's warning me.

"I'm not the one you should warn. Why don't you check Trance? Before we knew it, he's already making passes with one of the bitches here," I pointed my lips in Trance's direction.

She looked at what my snout was pointing at. "Oh, I trust your brother's capability in dealing with those bitches you are referring to, honey. The one I should be worried about is you."

Before I could react, someone from her elite guests approached. I already didn't have the chance to talk to her. That's one of the reasons why I hate this kind of crap. There's no liberty of enjoying life.

I just sat at the table where she left me. I ignored all the eyes who are watching me as if waiting for a wrong move. Some people here think I will take the initiative to socialize with them and make friends. The sad thing is, I don't do friends. Leigh is already fine with me.

And speaking of that girl, she doesn't seem to be here right now. As far as I know, her family was invited and I guess I saw her Dad and Mom among those elite guests here. She didn't make it here coz she hates this kind of affair. If I am kind of party-going but distant to social climbers — Leigh on the other hand — is a nonchalant person.

I frowned as I felt a sudden goosebump. I'm aware that most of the guests who are looking at me are filled with envy but I felt something strange with somebody's stare. From my seat, my eyes searched where that strange gaze is coming from because it is hitting on my nerve. It's creepy but I feel like someone is watching me weirdly from here. Not the usual gaze but a creepy one. I felt this way at a party in a five-star hotel. This is exactly the feeling. Shit. It was exactly four years ago but the feeling is the same. It's giving me a creepy chill.

My mind can't help but remember that night.

I was inside the grand hall of the hotel and just simply observing the party event of that night. Seeing the people coming in and attending that party was boring and tiring. Seriously, why is there a need for such an event for the rich like them? To show off? Anyway, I'm also used to it because Mommy has always been like that. I was just bored standing in a corner but they couldn't get past my presence. I'm wearing a simple yet elegant blue dress fitted tube with black three-inches almond-toe pumps.

For me, there's nothing special about what I'm wearing because I'm used to it. But because of the distracting presence of a Herrerias, it's not easy to ignore someone like me. I could see almost full admiration and envy in their eyes as they look my way. Why even I ain't doing anything, my presence speaks elegance just like my famous parents.

And from there, I felt something strange around me. There was this something that was giving me a chill. Someone is eyeing me from my place. I'm just not sure whose eyes are giving me this horrible feeling in my system just by staring.

Geez, it's creepy.

I left the place where I was standing and thought that I would lose that strange stare. I exited the event hall and proceeded to walk away without haste. I also saw a few people outside and they were all busy talking. I don't know where I'm going. All I know is I still feel those eyes watching me.

Geez! I almost tremble but I don't want to show it. It was probably one of my stalkers. It irritates me to feel this unnerved. I was heading to a hallway when I suddenly screamed because someone had stretched out my arm. I fought back and pushed that man. I almost screamed again when he spoke.

"Racy!" I froze as I recognized his voice.

"Trance!" I felt relieved all over my system. Thank God!

"What's with the hysteria, Raciella?"

Our mother's cold voice crept in. The two of them frowned, Trance's was in astonishment while Mommy's seemed irritated. I looked at Trance. His eyes were questioning mixed with concern.

"N-Nothing. I was just avoiding something," I replied and calmed down.

Mommy's eyebrows rose." Is that so? Is that so scary that you have to resort to being violent?"

I sighed comfortably now and rolled my eyes. "Not really, Mom. You're still scarier."

I somehow felt relieved that they were the ones I bumped into.

Her expression hasn't changed other than being even more serious and intimidating. "Trance, go back to the event. Raciella and I have to talk," she ordered my brother.

Confused about why she wanted Trance to leave, I frowned. "What are we going to talk about?"

"Mom, can't we just spare the night and talk to her about it the next time?" Trance protested which made me even more confused.

"Why do we need to postpone it if we can do it possible tonight? Besides, nothing will change if she finds out today or tomorrow."

"But, Mom!" Trance's face showed resistance and annoyance. She just looked at him and gave him a cold stare then directed her eyes at me.

"Raciella, follow me."

She ignored Trance's protest to turn around and walked back in the direction they had come from before I saw them earlier.

Though I'm a bit hesitant, I still followed her. It was a good thing for me because I didn't have to go back to the event and feel the horrible feeling earlier.