Heart of the Underage by Astrid R (best historical biographies .TXT) 📖

broke down when my phone rang. I reached for my pocket and compose myself for a sec before I press the green button.

“Hey, how’s work?” I started, trying to hide my broken voice but I guess Mitchell knows me very well.

“Oh my god, are you okay? Paige told me this morning that monster Cindy fired you.” Mitchell asked worriedly.

Mitchell and Paige are my bestfriend, but Mitchell is like brother to me. He knew me very well aside from we’re little kids. We met Paige when we’re 16 but Paige and I sometimes have a problem when it comes to guys.

Not that I would steal her boys or something. I’m not even into boys because I hate them. After my first relationship with Chris Hemsworth at the age of 16, I never tried to have a serious relationship anymore. I guess, first broken hearted is enough before I die from worrying my partner sleeping with other bitches.

“Yea, I got fired this morning and guess what happen next?” I cheerfully murmured and fake my excitement.

“What?” he asked.

“I don’t have a place to stay too.” I paused and I heard a gasp from the other line, “I’ve been kicked out of my apartment because I don’t have money to pay for this month.” I continued and didn’t realise that I was sobbing.

“Jesus! Where are you going to sleep now?”

I shrugged and shook my head even though he can’t see me, “I don’t know, Mitch. I wanted to end my stupid life.” I let my tears to fall down on my cheeks and covered my mouth with my free hand.

“Oh god, Please don’t say that Gabby! From now on, you’re staying with me okay. Just please tell me where you are now and I’m going to pick you up. Stop crying baby girl.” Mitchell trying to calm me through his soft and loving voice, but my weeping gets even louder than it is.

I told him the Place and before I hung up the line I whispered, “Thank you, Mitch.”

He sighed, “I’m always here for you my dear.” He whispered back, “Please stay there and don’t do anything stupid, okay? I love you.”

I nodded but I repeated my agreement through my croaked voice, “Okay. I love you too, Mitch.” Then I turned it off.

Chapter Three

Mitchell arrived within 10 minutes. We didn’t take long outside the park because the breeze is a little bit chilly and he doesn’t want me to be sick. Mitchell was a son of a rich business man and because of that he owned a new big house in New York City at the age of 17 years old.

He was the youngest son of Montgomery family and the secretive one. He’s kind of guy who will stand for the right thing and the best enemy is the bullies. He hates those people who humiliate other people and make them suffer for a small mistake.

His house was located not far away from my apartment, so we arrived at his house before 10 minutes.

“Give me your big suitcase.” He ordered and I didn’t hesitate to give it to him.

My arms were killing me!

He opened his front door and the warm feeling welcomed us. I carried my baggage and walked to his big living room.

“Wow!” I gasp, “I’ve never been here inside your house before. Outside looks like a small house but inside… it’s huge!” I commented and surprised even more when he clicked up the lights.

A long wooden stairs that covered with a thick midnight blue carpet was located to the left side of the wall. Three long leathered sofas with small feathered pillows were decorated in the white painting living room with 60 inches flat screen. A small glass coffee table placed in the centre of the couches. White-crystal chandelier hangs above the ceiling in the middle of the hallway. Statues and expensive looking vases arrange neatly in every corner of the house with plants decorated at the side.

Every time I roam around my eyes become bigger and bigger and I heard Mitchell chuckled behind me. “Do you like it?” he whispered to the back of my ear.

I can’t find my voice and just nodded. I continue to look around his big house and walked to the welcoming door. As soon as I stepped in, a sparkling luxury wine glasses and lighting candles were neatly organised in the long oblong wooden dining table. 10 wooden chairs in each side and 2 chairs in the opposite side of the leader’s spot that placed around the table.

Beside the dining table a white sink with cabinets at the top and the bottom have plates and glasses was arrange inside. Kitchen utensils and a shiny latest model refrigerator were tucked at the corner of the kitchen and a bar counter that located in the right side of the kitchen makes the room more luxurious.

I really can’t help myself wondering around the beautiful house and I can’t pull up my mouth, hanging from the surprise. “Wow! This is… crazy.” I gasped out again and Mitchell now laughs of my reaction.

“Hey don’t act like it’s your first time to saw a big house like mine,” He walked towards me, “Because I’m pretty sure that you’ve seen heaps of beautiful gigantic houses before since you were born.” He finished tossing me a glass of champagne.

I looked down of my champagne and sighed, “It’s not my life anymore.” The sadness was so thick that I almost didn’t recognise my own voice.

Mitchell saw my watery eyes and he hugged me, so tight that I almost can’t breathe. “Yea, I know. Don’t worry sweetheart, you did the right thing and you chose the right choice.” He separated a little and looked me in the eye, “Though life is unfair sometimes but every challenges and sacrifice have a good payment.” He patted my small back tenderly.

“Thank you so much, Mitch.” I thanked for a hundredth times, “I owe you much.”

Mitchell just wave his hand and trying to change the subject. He hated situation like this. Acting like were actor and actress that played the best role in the movie. Even watching a sad movie isn’t his thing.

“Can you stop thanking me already; let’s just enjoy the rest of the night.” He tried to cheer me up and forget all the worries that I carried this long day.

“Right,” I smiled and Mitchell motioned his wine glass up.

“Cheers for the birthday girl!” we cheered and we ticked out glass together.

He held me close in his arms, “Happy 18th birthday Gabby.”

I hugged him back and murmured behind him, “Thank you, Mitch.”

Chapter Four

Last night was the best birthday that I’ve ever had. Though yesterday is not my lucky day but I am thankful to have a loving and caring friend that welcomed me in his home.

After getting wasted last night, we played ‘mixed the song’. You’ll sing any kind of song and if what is the last letter of your song stopped, you need to sing with another song that starts with the last letter of the opposite side.

It’s quite fun actually, though we have horrible voices but we did have some fun last night. We fell asleep at midnight because Mitchell needed to go to work the next morning.

I wake up and put a long baggy t-shirt on. I pulled my hair up into a loose bun and walked down the stairs. I stepped inside the kitchen and helped myself with a cup of tea.

Mitchell was still asleep and I don’t want to be his burden and just seat inside his house and do nothing. So I decided to make him happy and pay him with a little help like cleaning and cooking in his house.

I cooked bacons, scrambled eggs and some pancakes for breakfast while letting my horrible voice rang inside the house. The music that I chose to rock my morning were awesome and I can’t help myself to dance along with the beat of the song called ‘You’re my only shorty’ by Demi Lovato featured Iyaz.

“I can see your round sexy ass under your shirt!” Mitchell said walking towards the table. I jumped a little and looked back to face him.

The smirk of his small lips wants me to puke in disgust. I snorted, “Yea? Don’t tell me you hate the view?” I teased and pulled up my shirt to show him the full view of my round sexy butt, according to him.

He walked towards me and smack my bottom, “Oh, god. Don’t start, because I absolutely hate the view.” He rolled his eyes and pecked me on the cheek.

I laughed and shook my head, “That’s what I thought.”

You see, I’ve known Mitchell and grew with him together and he knew all of my secrets and so do I to his. But the biggest secret that he tried to hide it from me was his personality.

Mitchell Montgomery, a good looking guy who is perfect when it comes to physical appearance. Tall and handsome man; intelligent and born with a wealthy life that every girl wanted to touch.

But the truth is he cannot fight himself of who he really is. He always told me that he cannot forced himself to become a real man because that’s not who he is and that’s not what he wants.

He said he was/is a gay – who had a heart of a girl and that would never change. When he admitted himself to me, I was shocked and until now, I still can’t believe that his good looking manly figured was created just for nothing.

“I’m going to take a shower.” He stood up from his chair and started walking. “Thank you for the breakfast, it’s delicious!” he shouted and I smiled at his sisterly voice.

As soon as I finished cleaning up the dishes, I went back to my room and lay my back to the soft and comforting queen size bed with midnight blue covered. I stared up the ceiling and thought back about the events yesterday.

I have not recovered yet about the firing event at the New American restaurant yesterday and repeating that sad moment inside my head, makes me just blow up and turned into ashes.

The apartment that I stayed for almost 3 months since I separated with my family was now owned with another person. And the guy, I almost forget about the hot guy who almost killed me with his shiny luxury black car and just drive away before looking at me with no scratches or blood or anything like that.

I seat up quickly and