Poor Little Rich Boy

Stefan. Yes. I grew up rich. But am I spoiled? I don't like to think so. It's not my fault my parents wanted me to grow up in a big a*s house and give me a lot of things. I didn't ask for it. I was lucky. But people make it as If it's such a bad thing to be rich. But after that incident,I admit,I lost control. I mean,who wouldn't? I had every right to drink and go crazy after being accused of doing something like that. But,surprise! That wasn't the only bad event that has happened this year. The first gift was given to me by my so called girlfriend. And the second,from my lovely family. So here I am,on my seventh shot of Vodka,trying to forget the disappointment in my parents face when they said those stupid words. "We're cutting you off.You're on your own now." I cried like a b***h. And not about the money,okay just a little bit. But I was heartbroken at the fact how my parents could abandon their own son. They promised that they would pay for my tuition for the last two years of college. Fuck. As if school was the first thing on my mind. I even had to transfer to another university because the people there wouldn't leave me the f**k alone,and because my parents were ashamed. Now I have to go to a regular collage with regular a*s people. Even my f*****g friends weren't returning my calls. I was alone in this f*****g world,for the first time ever. And I'm gonna admit it; I'm f*****g scared as hell. I slam the shot glass on the bar counter as a few drunk people I just meet cheer me on. I laugh,not because something is funny. But because I'm drunk and sad. I grab a pretty girls hand who has been close to me all night and walk to the dance floor. We dance for what feels like forever with my hands on her hips as she grinds against me now and then. She pulls my head down and kisses me for a couple of seconds. I can taste the tequila on her lips. Maybe this is what I need to help me. Getting laid. So I go with It. I kiss her back and get ready to go back to her place. But my plans get canceled real damn quick when she's pulled off me by a huge f*****g beast. "What the f**k shitface?!" He shouts over the loud music as the girl I was previously making out with stands by his side. "What?" I say shaking my head. I'm slurring my words. Am I drunk? "Why the f**k are your hands on my girl?" He asks edging closer to me. "Hey man." I raise my hands in surrender "Her tongue was down my throat. I suggest you two have a talk over loyalty..." I couldn't finish my smartass comment because I feel a blow against my face which sends me to the floor. I wipe my face with my arm. Yeah,there's blood. I could probably get up and take him. But I can barely move my limbs. So I just give up. She's not worth getting my neck broken by Bowser from Mario. People clear the way as I exit the club from a backdoor and end up in a alleyway. The cold air hits me immediately as I slide down the wall and sit on the ground. How did this f*****g happen? How did I go from going on vacation to Milan with my friends three months ago,to sitting hungry and drunk in a alley with just thirty dollars in my pocket and no place to go? I literally have nothing. The brick wall feels cold against my scalp as I rub my hands against my face and they get covered and a little blood. What am I gonna do? Bridge? Ten story building? Rope? "...okay?" I turn my head slightly and look up at someone who Is talking to me. "What?" "I asked If you were okay?" A female voice. She's asking If I'm okay. What do I even f*****g say? "Nope.Nothing is okay." I say with a sigh as I look away. "Do you want me to call someone for you? Or call you a cab to take you home?" She says making me laugh. Home. What a joke. "I don't have a home. I don't have anything anymore. I have nowhere to go. But thanks lady.That was the first time I have genuinely laughed all day." She sighs and crouches down to my level and looks at me for a couple of second. She's pretty. "What do you mean you don't have a home?" She asks. I sigh "I mean..." I stop talking and turn to my right to vomit everything from my system. "That's it.Let it out." She says rubbing my arm. "If you get It on my shoes I'm f*****g killing you." She says passing me a napkin. I chuckle " Sorry." "You're the guy who got his a*s kicked i there." She says pointing her thumb behind her back,and to the club. "Yeah.Not one of my best moments." I groan. "Not to be rude,but can you f**k off. I don't feel so good...." I say each word slower until everything is eventually black. God.I hope I f*****g chocked on my own vomit and died. Because frankly,anything is better than this situation.