Chapter 3 - CHAPTER 3

{𝘱𝘢𝘥𝘳𝘦} 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓈𝓅𝑜𝒾𝓁𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎 𝒾𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒹𝒶𝒹 𝓈𝑜 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝒾𝓉.

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I felt so awful. Every part of my body hurts. I don't have the energy to move. My eyes are heavy and closed so I can't see nothing. Oh...and that smell. What is that? So horrible. I can't breathe with this awful air surrounding me. Where am I? Uggghhhh. And this pain is unbearable. Everything is confusing.

Last thing I remember was hearing noises. Noises..... from where?

Merda.... Now I remember! (merda: shit)

The noises were moans, which lead me catching Katy and Jamie having intimacy with each other. And..then.....then... they freaking hit me in the head. What's wrong with them? Now in other words they kidnapped me.

I'm mad and sad. I still can't believe it. They were everything to me. The one's whom I trusted a lot. I gave them everything, all the kindness and love was poured on them. They should be grateful to have a friend like me. Not everyone helps or cares, in this corrupt and taint society, no one should be trusted. And it seems real. People take advantage of kindness just for their needs.

But something still keeps bothering me. I'm disgusting. How can I not be? The revelation where Katy told me that I gave away my virginity to someone unknown. A stranger. In other words I was raped. I still remember that day. What happens if he was a perverted old man taking advantage of young girls. Worst, if he was a drug dealer. No matter if he was handsome or not still it was a horrible night.

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Flashback 8 years ago

Today is my 18th birthday. When I woke up, first thing I wanted to do was to tell my parents. But when I got to their bedroom, no one was there. So I went to the kitchen, living room, theater room, swimming pool area. And still I couldn't find someone.

Strange. Where are the maids? Where is Alfred and Martha, the closest butler and maid that worked in this house for years. They would never miss my birthday.

So I went to the last place where I could find them if it is possible.

I went outside the backyard of our mansion. It was big, there was a bigger swimming pool for a family time or a party. So when I was outside still no one was there ,weird. When I turned around....

"¡SURPRISE!" Shouted the people whom I wanted to find.

The scene in front of me made me emotional causing some tears of happiness slipped from my eyes. There was a cute and simple lilac cake's color with some small perennial wallflowers on it written Happy Birthday Rosa .

My parents and everyone were behind the table singing happy birthday to me. I 'm so happy. I know this is so little but I don't care cause later in the evening there is going to have a party of my birthday. And mostly every business man or famous celebrities is going to attend including people from my school.

"Happy Birthday, my babygirl, you've grown so much in a few years. I'm so proud of you." Said my father beside me while having some tears in his eyes. while giving me a big warm hug. My father is handsome. He looks young despite his age. He is feared by everyone for his way of teaching people of not crossing his way , his rudeness and intimidating figure.

But for me he is a gentle and lovely father of mine. And will always be. Yeah my mother always said that I was a daddy's girl since the day i was born. I'm his princess and he is my daddy. My father would always make me smile whenever I was sad or being grumpy. It's a fact that he spoils me a lot.

When I was only 1 years old he bought me 150 toys in which I only used 10 of them. Hilarious, yeah but still whenever he comes home from work there was surprise he gave me. Better when he was in business trips. At the age of 10 there was already a room for my jewelries and purses. Whenever he was away I would miss him immediately after four hours without him. And when I call him he knows which words to use to comfort me saying that it would be only 3 or 5 days.

The longest business trip he did was for 3 weeks and a half. It was so long. I remember crying at first over it and refused to eat in the second week which resulted in him coming back after 3 weeks in London, United Kingdom. I was sick. I had a high fever and couldn't do anything for almost a month. My parents were worried sick, especially my father, he was by my side all the time, making sure that the fever goes down.

I know I was being a brat and making a huge trouble for missing my father but I was 9 years old. What could I possibly know? Now that I think about it I do feel guilty of my actions. My dad didn't have a good sleep nor meal till I recovered. He also promised me to never have a long business trip. And till the day of today he never broke the promise. The father and daughter relation will never be destroyed.

Anyway my mother also congratulates me. We cut the cake and eat it. It was made by mom. It was deliciously sweet. After that they went to retire my dress from the best designer in the world. Angelo is a famous designer especially here in France. It is hard to have an appointment with him. People needs to wait 6 months or worse they don't get one. But lucky me. I'm his niece.

That's right he is my youngest uncle in the family. He is the youngest brother of my father. He is cold but not like my father. He is only 25 years old. Whenever we are together we act like long lost friends and it's funny. And sometimes we end up bickering about silly stuffs resulting in us having my father to choose one side. Growing up with him, he also resembles like a big brother to me. It's cute.

Time skips and know we are getting dressed and making me presentable. I guess that every guess will come soon.

Before this mom told me to relax a day by having going to the spa salon. It was really good. And then I talked a few hours with Katy and Jamie.

The dress was so elegant. It was a long sleeveless wine red ballgown with deep red rubies covered from the bottom part of my dress till my hips. There is also shinny silver open toe stiletto heels. My open hair was curly and soft. It ends at my small narrow waist. It would bounce with every step I take. And lastly my silver crown with small diamonds with a thin, black Tiffany & Co. necklace hanging on my neck.

Everything was perfect.

And I think it's time to show the outsiders who am I.