Chapter 8:
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RACHEL
I held my head. I was dizzy and it hurt a lot. I lay down again because I couldn't sit up. I couldn't even open my eyes. While my eyes were closed, something suddenly appeared in my memory.
“Sh*t!” I suddenly sat up without warning.
“What did I do?” I asked myself while looking at myself. I checked myself, but there was nothing unusual. Could it be wrong—no, forget it...
I was now in different, loose clothing. But what puzzled me was that I was in an unfamiliar room. I have just noticed it now. I wanted to remember what happened last night, but I really couldn't. I remembered something but it was incomplete.
“Did something happen? Where could he be? Where is Godfather?” I asked myself.
“You're awake.” I looked at the source of the voice.
“Where am I? What did you do to me?” I asked him with a frown. I don't know why, but I suddenly got annoyed with him.
“Are you always this rude? You didn't even respect me as your godfather. You're so stubborn and always disobey me,” he said to me seriously.
“I’m sorry, Godfather.” His words snapped me back to reality.
“Don't think that I would get involved with you. I won't do that. I don't like you. I'm your godfather, I'm just doing my duty as your godfather. So I hope everything is clear to you. Don't try to seduce me again. Give yourself some respect. Fix yourself because I'm taking you home,” he said to me and quickly went out.
His words stung my heart. I don't know why, but tears fell from my eyes, which I quickly wiped away.
“As if I like you anyway. You're so old, your knees are weak, and you're not attractive anymore!” I shouted in frustration.
I didn't care if he heard me or not. He probably thought I would really go for him. But maybe I would. I saw a paper bag on the side table, so I took it and opened it.
It was a piece of clothing I could hardly imagine wearing. I took a deep breath to calm myself. I quickly left his room, holding the clothes.
“Adam,” I called to him.
He turned to me even though he was talking on his phone. His hand was in his pocket. And he had a serious face while talking on the phone. I waited for him to finish his conversation.
“Do you need something?” he asked me.
“About these clothes. Are there any others?” I asked him.
“None, wear that,” he said to me.
“I can’t wear this. What kind of clothes are these?” I asked him.
“That’s better than what you wore last night,” he said to me through gritted teeth.
“This? Better? Oh my god! What kind of fashion style do you have, Adam? Look at this, it looks like it's from Rizal's time.” I was so annoyed with him, I felt like I was about to blow my top.
“It's better that you're fully covered than having your soul exposed. Stop complaining and wear that.” he told me.
“I don't want to, I don't want to.” I said to him like a child.
“Don't make me change your clothes for you.” he said to me.
“Fine, you change me then. You already did it last night, so you might as well do it now.” I said to him and took off the large shirt I was wearing.
“What the hell, Rachel?!” he cursed sharply.
“What's the problem, Adam? You already saw it last night. Now, tell me, did something happen between us last night?” I asked him.
“I need to go, fix yourself because Vin will take you home,” he told me.
He left through the door and left me standing there still undressed.
“You're playing hard to get. If I play hard to get with you, I'll make sure your old man regrets it.” I said and put on the clothes that I didn't even know why I was wearing.
Luckily, I'm creative, so I put his shirt back on. I even smelled it because his clothes smelled nice. I'll just eat at his house. He's heartless for not even preparing food for me.
I stayed silent during the ride. I thought he was in a hurry earlier, yet he still gave me a ride. We were sitting together in the backseat. I quietly stared out the car window while he was on the phone again.
When we arrived at his house, I quickly got out of his car. I ran inside the house and went straight up to my room. I didn't even look back at him. When I entered my room, I immediately went into the bathroom to take a shower.
While I was showering, I felt like a crazy person talking to myself.
“Did something really happen? Why can't I remember? That was my last drink for the year. Sh*t! The only thing I remember is kissing him and his arms wrapping around my waist.
“Why can't I remember what happened next? I want to remember, it's so frustrating!” I suddenly shouted. Instead of getting mad at myself, I just decided to finish my shower.
I didn't expect to find Reighn in my room when I came out of the bathroom. He was sitting on my bed and smiling at me.
“Good morning, Pretty Rachel.” he greeted me with a smile.
“Good morning, Pretty baby.” I said sweetly and kissed him on the cheek.
“Ate, where have you been? Did you know that daddy was worried about you?” he said to me.
"Sorry, baby. I just hung out with my friends. It's just that godfather wouldn't let me even though I already asked for his permission," I told him.
"Hahaha," he laughed.
"What's funny, baby?" I asked him.
"Because daddy is treating you like a kid. My dad is a very strict man, so I'm sure he won't let you go out," he said.
"Yeah, you're right. He's even stricter than my own dad."
"You'll get used to my dad, Ate. Who knows, maybe soon you'll get along," he said to me.
"I hope so, so he will let me go out and have a boyfriend," I laughed and said.
We both laughed because he really knows his dad's personality. I got dressed, and we went downstairs together because I was hungry. We ate together.
"Pretty, can you teach me how to paint?" he smiled and asked.
"Of course, I'll just get my materials first."
"I'll go with you," he said with a smile.
As we walked, he held my hand. I smiled because he's a good kid. I hope he gets a sibling so he won't feel lonely. So he'd have someone to share things with. It's sad to be alone.
"Baby, do you have any siblings?" I asked him.
"No. I really want to have a little sister or brother. But my parents haven't reconciled yet. But who knows, maybe they'll reconcile soon," he replied with a smile.
I smiled at him. But why do I feel hurt? Why do I feel this way?
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