Road to Love and Fame. Arrogant billionaire finds a love so true.

Ammy, I'm laying in my bed with my face burried in a pillow, I've been this way for some days now. but I can't bring myself to do anything else. My phone is ringing again. I don't have to look to see who it is, he's been calling for the past three days. I'm not irritated if anything I kind of feel sorry for him. He must have known all along that I wasn't going to stay around for much long, he must have. That word that he used? Love? He said he loved me. No I'm not heartless and no I don't play around with people's emotions well not in the way I consider to be be toying around with them. Truth be told it's never just clicked. I've never felt that way yet. The territory that love has reign over is uncharted to my senses and overall being. I like to tell myself it's maybe just too soon but I am eighteen after all, and have never been anywhere close to feeling loved by another who isn't my mom. It's not foreign knowledge to me that other people find it earlier or at about my age, but it doesn't bother me much either. The ringing just stopped, good, maybe that will be the last one. Tumal was his name, I'll remember that, one of the not so popular but not so invisible high school kids, fun, outgoing, handsome enough to have a decent number of girls going after him and kind. He has a bright future ahead of him with all those straight A's in high school, enrolling in one of the good universitys, great family, beautiful sister. Even though I was the weird girl in the back of the class with her hair covering her face always looking at the floor, laced shoes and the most ordinary clothes on the planet he somehow picked me out and that's just how it started with him and I. Maybe his friends put him up to it, a bet maybe? Beats me, anyway. I should have know a golden boy wouldn't end up with someone like me in a hundred years. It's ringing again. He took me to his home for dinner with his family for Christmas last year, he was so proud to introduce me to them all as his girlfriend, and I was welcomed happily too. If he had some other agenda I didn't see him betray it even once....so kind. I'm nothing like them, but that didn't stop them from treating me as an equal. It's stopped ringing My body feels numb after all the crying that I've been doing. I've been laying on my side hugging my knees close to my body, watching my phone like it's the most frightening thing I've ever seen. Maybe because it is. The shadows in my room has grown taller. The last streaks of sunlight fading away softly, I wish my aching pain would fade like that too. The dark is approaching and a distant rumble tells me that it will rain later too. My eyes are heavy now, slowly closing, I'm not even trying to fight the overcoming sleep. It might be better than my waking torment. ..... A loud bang wakes me from my sleep with a start, followed by a woman's giggling and the heavy thumping of a man's boots. " David don't, oh your so bad!" " So bad you can't get enough. Come here you, let's see how loud I can get you up to tonight." The sound of the door opposite my room slamming shut makes me grit my teeth. Then a sudden calm comes over me. Who am I to judge my aunt for the bad decisions she has made, she is always picking up the trash of a man who had never given her anything in life other than the many hits and insults that make her open flood Gates of tears. I'm only grateful he isn't my father, not that I ever met him, good thing too. Guess I chose it was better to create a perfect father figure on my mind than discover the over-flawed version that I fear my mom would have gone for. "Ahhh yes, get it in there -yes! Come on David" Curse these freaking walls that can't even keep the whispers out of my ears let alone the screams and moans that follow.. Gritting my teeth, I curse at my body for it's damn response. Getting up too fast from my previous position I find myself tripping and falling onto the floor. The pain only comes after I get onto my feet and start to look for a pair of jeans. My muscles must have been too stiff. "Ouch!" My body takes a moment to adjust to the actions that my brain is firing through but I eventually get to my feet and walk over to the small closet that contains all my clothes. Grabbing a coat, my phone, purse and earplugs I head out of my room and through the small two bedroom apartment that is practically falling apart as fast as I can. I'm not sure where I'm off to but right now any place that isn't this one is fine by me. "Ahh Faster, fast- yes" Like I said, any place. I slam the kitchen door just to vent some of my anger and also hoping that if I do so hard enough maybe the whole house will fall down on them. Not to kill just enough brick and ruble to knock him unconscious while- I'll stop right there. This isn't who I am, this isn't the life I wanted for myself, hell nobody with a life this messed up asked for it, nobody gets to choose. The cool air hits my face as soon as I'm outside and I quickly lift the hood of my coat over my head and begin to hurriedly walk to the train station. if I want to make it there on time then I will have to keep this pace. The things I do to keep sane. My name is Ammy, Ammy Grand. Only daughter of Jullia and Robert Grand both living parents live away from me but I only had the luck to know one of them, my mother. You see my father ran away the moment he found out my mother was pregnant with me, something about not being ready to be a father or something. My mother has worked two jobs from the moment she had me, that's 17 years straight, 18 this year. Because of her work she is never home and I live with my Aunty Zaria who is the woman that barged in before. She's alright but has a series of bad decisions and unfortunate relationships that have right me to only talk to her when necessary. Everything about me and my life is weird and uncomfortable.... except for my love for music. If there is one thing I'm sure I love to do and would live for itsy music and nothing can take hat away from me. As I walk to the train station I plug in my favorite and only earplugs and let the music wash away the memories from before even if it is for just a while.