Damsel in Distress The Bet

chapter 2

POV Katie

“I am not going to live with a stranger” I yelled at my father, “Why are you my father if you cannot support me?”

“Katie, you are over 18, and you owe me something; I've invested a lot of money in you.”

“Spend money on me? I believe that, somewhere, I have a twin sister. Because, as you know, Dad, you didn't invest in me; you lost your business; we lost our home; our family; I paid my school fees; I worked my tail

off; I did different kinds of jobs; I couldn't wear designer clothes and shoes like others; and my mother left the house because she was sick of having to pay your stupid debt. Therefore, never claim to have invested in me because you did not”. I yelled and began running erratically through the downpour.

Two Hours ago

“To make money, you want to use your daughter as a bet. If I win, she will follow me within 24 hours”. While calmly speaking, the woman turned to face my father.

“She's my daughter, and therefore I get to treat her whatever I choose, right, Katie?” Dad questioned while grinning and staring at me.

I was mute. I sat and watched them deal cards over and over until I saw her win, and my dad lost everything—including the money and me.

After saying, “I'll be coming for her in 24 hours,” she turned and walked away.

My dad yelled at me, “This is all your fault; you couldn't divert a woman; you are just so useless.”

I just watched everything happen in front of my eyes while remaining motionless like a sculpture.

One of my dad's friends patted him on the shoulder and said, “She's rich, Carter, so it's for the best.”

My dad answered, deep in contemplation, “Hmm… yes, I do believe it's for the best.”

“No, Dad, I can't be dreaming; this has to be a joke, oh my God, no! No! No! I'm your only child, so please don't do this to me”. One of his useless friends again interrupted me.

He grinned and added, “Calm your tilt, little witch, and be happy because your dad is doing you a favor.”

Bye, dude, My father dragged me out of the casino by the arms and shouted, “Katie, let's go.”

I told my Dad, “Leave me alone; listen carefully; I'm not getting going or following that woman.” “You better look for a way to clear your bet,” and then I set out on my walk.

I continued to walk without turning to face my father as he slowed down and said, “Katie, get in the car; it's pouring; I don't want you to catch a cold.”

I didn't answer him as I continued walking.

After saying, “Ok, have fun in the rain, miss,” he left.

I had to do it. I sobbed the entire way home in the downpour.

My dad was waiting for me in the living room when I got home.

My dad stated, while drinking, “Katie, I will be out in five hours to work on my deal with her, so you would only stay with her for a year and come back.”

When I could no longer take it, I once more left the house.

I'm currently sobbing in the dirt, exhausted from crying, and my sole buddy is out of town. It's almost morning, so I need to get home before people start staring at me strangely.

“I'm glad to see you back.” In a mocking tone, my father replied, “I thought you wouldn't come back here; I see you don't have anywhere to go.” I ignored him and went to my room, took off my clothes, and slept in my bed.

“Katie…” The individual continued to stroke my hair as I heard a familiar voice yell, “Wake up!”

While extending, I said, “Mom.” I had to rub my eyes because I couldn't believe it had been two years since I'd last seen her.

I understood my mother when she said, “Baby mummy is here. Furthermore, I am sorry I left you here, but you have to understand me” as she couldn't take me along with her everywhere because of Dad.

Likewise, I grinned as I hugged my mother tightly while inhaling her scent and said, “Mummy, I genuinely understand why you had to go, I am so happy you're back.”

I was given a bear hug as she remarked, “I miss you so much, baby.”

My mom pushed me towards the bathroom, saying, “Go and bathe; you stink; when you're done, come to the kitchen; you look so lean.”

I smelled my armpits and remarked, “Ugh, Mom, I don't have body odor, and I was in the rain for hours, so the rain washed me.”

My mother pushed me into the toilet and yelled, “Dirt, move, move, move.”

“Fine…” I complained as I entered the restroom. Wishing we had a mirror or bathtub in my home like in Jeremy's, I pulled up my singlet over my head.

I carefully poured water from the bowl I had just retrieved while holding it over my head and letting it flow over my body. I dried myself after taking a shower, went into my room, put on a large torn-off shirt that I had stolen from Jeremy, a brief underwear set, and rubbed some deodorant before meeting my mother in the kitchen.

My mom was making my favorite pancake, strawberry, in the kitchen while I stood and watched. I miss my mom since the house seems so empty without her.

Mom remarked with a smile, showing her front gap teeth, “Why are you standing there watching me from there? Come over and help me out.”

I sat down and said, “Mom, you

are back to do the cooking while I feed this drum in my body; it consumes a lot, you know.”

My mother laughed as she remarked, “Yeah, I know you love food a lot. Stop blaming your stomach. I still wonder where all the food you eat goes.” She used to whine about this when I was younger. I enjoy my body because it gives others the impression that I don't eat much.