Filthy Rich by Atarah Yvaine (electronic reader txt) 📖

"Why do you think my parents left me?" Is there something wrong with me? Do they ever love me? I always had this question inside me.

"I don't know but maybe they have valid reason. We can't judge them because of that decision but don't let that bother you. Never think that they did that because something is wrong with you. Something is wrong with them and not with you." he patted my head.

"Do I deserve to be love or to be treated well?” I asked as my tears fall down on my face. He looked at me looking a little mad but when he sees that I am crying he's face sadden.

"Yes of course. Everybody is. Why?" he holds my shoulders and let me face him.

"Nothing. I just want to know." I said trying smile at him and wiping my tears using both of my hands.

"Deus did something awful?" his face darkened and I didn't see him like this before.

"Am I not pretty enough?" I answered him with another question. I can hold my emotions anymore as I cry hard on his shoulder. I never felt so broken before. I felt betrayed and deceive at the same time. I never felt so weak before.

"Did he cheat on you?" I can feel his grip tighten on my shoulder.

"I saw him kissing her secretary a while ago." I said sobbing.

"Really? Did you make sure it was him?" he said not believing anything I said.

"Yes, I even heard his voice." explained and as I look at him, he also looked confused as I am.

"Deus? Cheating with his secretary? I didn't see that coming. The last time I heard she is so irritated with her. What the hell!" he said still not believing anything. "We can't just accuse him of something okay? I'll do an investigation" he explained

"I saw him. That's him" I insist because I am hundred percent sure that it's him.

"Okay, if I find out that he is really cheating on you I will personal punch and kick his ass. Damn that man he made you cry. I don't know what he's up to. But now you need to calm down first." He hugged me and patted my head.

"Always remember that you are beautiful on your own. You don't need big bobbies and padded butts to look hot. You wearing a hoodies and oversized shirts is enough to make boys turn their head. And I am very sure she is not Deus type." he said sounding so disgusted with the secretary.

"Ahhh, I want to pull her hair and punch her in the face" I said feeling frustrated. I never think of doing bad to people but she is an exception.

"I can help you to do that but I bet you can't. Your too nice to inflict harm to other."

My heart still feels heavy but somehow, he is making me feel a little okay.

"Do you want ice cream? that what broken hearted girls eat. According to some of my friends it's their comfort food." he asked trying his very best to help me feel better.

"I want to drink" his eyes widened with what I said

"Oh oww, you're too young for that." he said and I frowned.

"I am twenty-two. I am not a minor anymore. Come let me try it." he shake his head no. I keep on asking him the same thing over and over again until he said yes.

"Be responsible. Gosh I will be dead." yey, he can't say no to me. We went to a 24/7 convenience store and he bought us some liquors. We go back to the place and start drinking. It tastes very bitter but I managed to finish one can. Tres is sharing a lot of funny things making me laugh. I also shared a lot of things about me. We are having such a good time that I didn't even notice that I already drink too much. I keep on drinking till I my head starts spinning and I keep on throwing up.

I'm drunk. I guess.