There is no doubt that I had a better chance of getting hit by a pistol than I did of meeting Gabriel Fernandez again. After that night, he disappeared like he never existed. It's being over a month or more.
What did I even expect? I fuvked up. I turned myself into a whore for a night because of josh, and now I will have to pay the price.
I wonder if he saw us on TV. The news headlines the next day after our nightstand were about ChickVougue's CEO taking advantage of his employee. Some channels had different headlines. 'Chairman Williams daughter would do anything to bring his father's company back to the top, even if it required her to sleep around like a whore'
. It became clear to me why Patricia sacked me and what she meant.
Apparently someone kept a camera on the room and I have thought about it, I do not have so much enemies that they would hate me to this extent.
It was clearly a set-up, which I stupidly fell for.
My father was famous so was ChickVougue designs. It was the perfect news for bloggers and press to earn extra cash.
The news is still trending and I feel I am the only one suffering at the moment. I can't go grocery shopping again without hiding my face with sunglasses and a scarf. It's a matter of time before my rent expires, and I will have to go back to my stepmom and her annoying daughter. Since I have lost my freaking Job!
Mercy called me a few times after the incident, but when I didn't pick up, she sent a text asking if I was giving Gabriel a perfect blow job and couldn't take calls.
Well, let her go to hell.
I heard a knock on the door. I haven't received a visitor for a while, so I felt I was overthinking until I heard the second knock. It's past 6 p.m.; it can't be Mariam, even if she was; she had a key with her.
"I hope you have some dollars to pay for a broken door." I left my popcorn on the couch when the knock persisted and even became louder
I opened the door slightly.
Kiara had the guts to show her short self in my presence. I clenched my fist in anger as I tried to slam the door on her face.
"I'm done with Josh". She didn't seem to be joking. Her nerve, too, was shocking.
"So?". I couldn't contain my anger and sighed deeply. If I had a gun, I wouldn't mind shooting the short bitch. Does she expect me to continue from where she had stopped?
"I am back at my house. Remember, we split the rent together."I gave her a heavy slap on her right cheek, forcing her to swallow the rest of her words and burying those mocking smirks on her face.
She placed her hands on her cheeks with tears almost running down her eyes." Does that hurt? I didn't know you were capable of getting hurt by anyone. This is nothing compared to what you did to me, Kiara. And it's nothing compared to what I will do to you. Just wait and see, and never show your walking dead self at my door ever again".
"You know what? You are just a pain in the ass"
"Isn't that better than being an ass?" I saw the anger in her eyes. The fury that has set in is already consuming her. She doesn't even have the slightest remorse for what she did. Even if she did, I don't think I could take her back.
She literally dated my boyfriend, and the breakup was only because the wedding was the next day. If he had told me that he would be the groom at my friend's wedding, I wouldn't have bothered attending.
"I will give you some time to recover; I guess you are having it hard now, considering your scandal and all of that. I will come back later when your head is clear".
"Don't bother coming back. Your rent expired a year ago.".
"It's too hard finding a nice house in Italy, so I will just renew," she left with a weird smile that was driving me nuts. She came all out to mock me this evening, and I came all out without a clenched fist to force blood out of her mouth.
My eyes burned, and my head hurt. The head massage I gave myself did nothing to alleviate the throbbing in my skull. It has always been like this for me for the past three weeks.
I was about to get back to my book, music, and popcorn when my doorbell rang. I'd never wanted to answer until I heard my stepmother call out to me. I looked around the sitting room and bit my lips.
Everywhere was a mess. It would look like I was really a scumbag, like she calls me.
I quickly put few things in order before going to answer the door.
"Hi, Mom, I guess." I stayed at the door, preventing her from coming inside. For more than six months, we haven't spoken once. Not that I never wanted to ask of her, but she banned me from ever dialing her number or her daughter's. She must be here because of the scandal, but it's been over a month.
"I am not your mother. I can't birth to a thing like yourself." I swallowed hard at the insult. "come out. I don't want to bother stepping into your hut. I wonder how many men you got in there."
I stepped out with my joggers and sports bra. Mercy was there, but I ignored her completely. She didn't bother to talk to me as well.
"Your father's condition is getting worse. I need more money to..."
"Mother, I lost my job, and I don't have..." I tried to explain my financial situation to the woman who's supposed to be my stepmother.
"I wasn't done talking to you, little whore." She breathed in. And out came those words that rushed out of her mouth. "Someone offered to marry you, and his price is high enough".
She avoided direct eye contact with me.
I smiled coldly. "You are pushing me to marry someone just for whom offered a big price because you can't get your daughter to do the same? I am sorry, but I hope you awaken from that ridiculous dream soon do I look like a commodity to you?"
"So you won't do as I say?" She raised her voice and pointed her finger at me. " Then I will just end your father's treatment. We don't have enough money again, and you remember, I am his wife. I can stop his treatment whenever I wish to."
"How dare you, Kate? You will do no such thing to my father." I was almost crying. I knew one day she was going to abandon my father as well.
"Save your tears; you know how much it doesn't move me. If you want to save your father, do as I say, or you can vomit a million dollars for his surgery..
I left without saying a word. It felt as if a thunderbolt had struck me. My head was buzzing. Tiny dots appeared on my dark vision, like I was going to faint in a few seconds.
I hated wallowing in self-pity. My teeth dug into my bottom lip.
Then I picked up my phone and called my therapist, "Hello, Mrs. Winter."I know it's been a long time, but.,."