MALCOLM
"Malcom McLaren, third son of the biggest conglomerate empire who disappeared months ago, is set to make his first highly anticipated public appearance today in the business world and—"
I turned off the television before I could hear any more. I should be asking how the news of my private schedule got leaked to the media but I know that these people are only good at poking their noses around for gossip so it was definitely bound to happen.
I know that they wanted to say more and fuel the already existing rumors that will probably follow this segment after the news is aired.
It's been six months already. Six whole month since I stepped foot outside the house. Six months since my entire world fell apart. Six months since I survived that haunting experience that took away my sleep forever.
I have been ridiculed, accused, bashed by the media, insulted, had hate tweets written about me and death threats sent to me all over the country since the experience.
Even my father's company suffered a huge loss because of it.
I want to forget, to close my eyes and wish it all away but even the nightmares are so vivid that each time I closed my eyes, that memory was the first tape that my mind played.
I have lost my sleep and is currently suffering a bad insomnia because of it but still, nothing has changed.
They say that time is supposed to heal but it felt like mine only made it worse and more unbearable.
The alarm clock on my desk beeped continuously that morning and I sucked in a deep breath when I felt the warm ray of sun seep through the curtain to illuminate my room.
I closed my eyes for a brief second to keep the headaches at bay. It has always been like this whenever I wake up from that tragic nightmare.
Taking a deep breath, I pushed the covers off my body and stood up from the bed. I stepped into the bathroom and turned on the shower to have my bath. I let the water cascade down my body as flashes of what I had dreamt about danced through my mind.
Each time I close my eyes, I still see that dark tunnel, that cage where I was locked it. I see his dark piercing, cold eyes and his menacing smile staring at me.
I see the whip and I could still hear the voices of people laughing at me from a distance. The rotten stench of that place and how disgusting it looked was forever imprinted in my mind. Just thinking about it makes my skin crawl.
"It's all in the past now Malcolm. They can't get to you anymore. You're safe now." I chanted to myself repeatedly in hopes that I would one day start believing in those words.
When I was done with my bath, I put on my briefs and take a shot of my pheromone depressant before letting my brown curly hair fall loose on my shoulders.
I rummaged through my closet to pick out an outfit for today's meeting. I settled for a white shirt with grey tux and a pair of black oxford. I stood in front of the full length mirror fixing my tie when Bakshi, my nanny walked in. She stood at a corner, watching me.
My senses were very much limited because of my Omega status but I try my best to make up with them physically just to keep up with my persona and the lie that I had built for myself.
"How long are you going to stand there?" I asked, still knotting away when she didn't say anything.
She jolted back to reality. Her mind must have wandered off as usual. "Good morning, Malcolm. I brought you some herbal tonic to help with the headache"
"Those herbs are pointless Bakshi. They don't work and I'm tired of pretending that they do." My frown deepens and she knows that I am now agitated.
"If you keep on taking them like the doctor prescribed then I'm pretty sure that you'll be fine in no time." She reassured me with a smile but I wasn't reassured.
Over the last six months, I had tried different brands of medications, therapies, herbs and tonics to help with the pain but none of them have ever worked. If I didn't know any better, then I'd say that my body was already immune to them.
"You and I know that I will never be fine." It was an unsettling topic that always reminded me of the terrible things I have been through.
"Do not say such a thing Malcolm." She cautioned me. Moira might be my Nanny in my household but she was the closest thing I had to a mother after mine failed in all her duties.
I let out an exasperated sigh and adjusted my knotted tie so that it rests perfectly on my neck. "I will be leaving for work soon. Is my bodyguard here?" I asked but she shook her head sideways in response.
"Just your driver and secretary." She Informed me. "I told them that you'd be joining them shortly."
I whipped my head towards her direction and she flinched a little. "And my bodyguard? What about him?" I questioned instead, ignoring her previous remark.
"I don't know." She breathed out.
"Why isn't he here yet? I have an important meeting to attend and I can't go out there by myself without him. I reminded him about this meeting for weeks."
"Maybe, he's just running a little late."
"Well that isn't good either cause I don't tolerate tardiness." I said stiffly, my lips pursed in an angry thin line. "He might as well be fired and I wouldn't give a damn!"
Frustrated and utterly infuriated, I picked up my phone and dialled his number but it sent me straight to voicemail. I tried a few more times and I still got the exact same response. I threw my phone on the bed angrily.
This is the first time I would be going for a meeting after taking a break from the business and social world and that bastard is no where to be found.
Why on earth would he just go off the radar without telling me or providing an alternative to replace him?