"Rowan, Rowan please don't leave me. Don't do this to me. What will happen to me if I lose you?" I cry and scream my heart out.
Then, "Rowan you disgusting piece of sh*t!! You son of a b*tch!!!" I scream in anger. "I gave you everything! What more did you want? Why would you do that to me?! You disgusting sc*mbag! Just wait, as long as God lives, you will pay for what you did to me!!!" I scream as I chew on the cherries, sources of which I have no idea.
"And my grandpa, grandpaaaa…" I bawl my eyes out as I remember my dead grandfather, but then his stupid will flashes in my face and ears and my palm packs a fist full of cherries and squeezes them, juicing them with my bare hand in anger as I remember how he played me!
"That old geezer! Do you know he always said he loved me?"
"No, no I did not." This handsome bartender says. And I scoff.
"You have no idea, but can you imagine what he did? He left everything to my cousin in his will!!! The damn old man! After everything I have done for that company, he kicks me out and hands my position to my cousin!!! That cunning brat!" I squeeze the cherries again while thinking of Alicia's neck.
"Well maybe you did not deserve the inheritance." The handsome bartender is saying.
And I wonder, "Could that be it?" I ask with fresh tears flowing down my cheeks. "Was I really not worthy of all I had worked for? Is this all for the best?" I say with my cheek pressed on the counter.
"But I worked hard. I worked hard to please everyone. I worked hard to be liked by everyone. I worked so hard to gain everything I thought I had." I say with tears flowing down my face and onto the counter.
"Then maybe you just have a very wicked family like you said." I hear him say.
True, why did I have to have a bad family? Why did my parents have to die and leave me with a family who hated me for just being me? "I wish I could have a better family." I whisper to myself.
I loved my parents, and I know they loved me too, so I would never trade them for another, so I wish I could go back to the time when they died. I wish I could somehow save them. If I could save them, my life would not be so lonely and heartbreaking.
"And if they can't be saved, then I wish I could at least find a better family to live with after they died."
"Who are you talking about?" I hear him ask, but I don't look up. "Who can't be saved?"
"My parents." I mutter. "Do you know, I once ran away from home." I say in a low voice. "I wish I had never returned. I wish I could go back to that time and then I would run as far away from them as possible. Then a better loving family would have found and adopted me."
"I want to go back in time so badly. I wish I could meet Truck-kun and like those comics, I'd be back in time. Then I will run from these people I call family. I will never go anywhere near them. Or at least I should be transmigrated to another world, one with a family that loves me without me even trying to make them love me. I wish I could meet Truck-kun."
"Well, it's not so hard to meet. Just jump into the center of any highway and you will definitely meet him." He says and those words sound so deep and wise that I finally lift my head.
"Really?" I ask.
"OF course." He nods.
Why didn't I think of that? I can definitely meet Truck-kun if I jump into any road. This man is so wise. "You are so right." I say to him.
"Of course I am." He says and turns around to fix some bottles on the shelf.
I should go now. I shouldn't waste any time here. Truck-kun might be waiting for me right at this moment. Yes, let's go.
So I pick myself up and I'm on my way to find the infamous Truck-kun!!