MY VALENTINE GIFT

ᗰᗴᖇIՏ ☆ They say it doesn't take long for your life to be flipped upside down. A moment. A second . And it's all over . Maybe if I had listened I would have done things differently. "I hate you . I have never loved you . I only wanted you for your money and fame, and now , all that is gone, so what do I need you for ? I don't need you for anything , you ugly hoe. I'll be getting married to your sister , and when I get appointed as the CEO of my father's company She'll be more honorable than you. You uneducated b***h". Those words kept ringing in my ear , tears streaming down my face as I staggered down the side walk. I've never felt so stupid , so ...used.. Two bad news in one day. I'd be bluffing if I said I was shocked about Liam's betrayal; it was inevitable. I knew he never liked me but I held on to this fantasy that I could love myself for both of us , especially since I overheard him telling Charles he was going to propose by the end of the month. What hurt Me the most was that my sister —my flesh and blood— was the one he picked , and they were both ridiculing me , like the dumb trash they obviously think I am and maybe I am. Maybe this night would have been better, maybe I would have just cried myself to sleep, if I hadn’t heard about my replacement in the modeling agency. s**t-ass company!. But isn't that how rich people behave ? they use you till you're empty and then replace you like your nothing , or maybe it's just my luck. I rekeed of alcohol so badly I could smell it on me , but that shouldn't be possible since I didn't drink much considering I could still walk . This wasn't even the way to my house ,hell! , I don't even know where I am , ever since I got that damn text and left the bar because they were closing I've just be walking for minutes no! hours . I don't even know where I'm going I'm lost , drunk , broke , unemployed and heartbroken. The weather was homely today but not my soul and it hasn't been homely for a while now Then I felt it. One drop. Then another. It started to rain. I don't even bother to find shelter . I don't even care if I catch a cold. I could just die , for all I cared— because what is my point of living if all I do is loose everything I work hard for and why should I wish and dream of tomorrow if I can't keep what I wished for ?. I might have stood in the downpour for over thirty minutes letting the storm wash away my ill luck with it. before I spot a Black Rolls-Royce coming down the road. without thinking I stretched out my hand to halt it, perhaps I could plead with the driver to give me a lift home or out of this middle of nowhere. To my surprise and partial delight , the car actually halts and splashes water on me and I curse under my breath. The passenger seat window rolled down and a man dressed in a white shirt and black tailored trousers spoke , his voice ,sharp almost Commanding . "Get in". Without any word or sense of reasoning or maybe because I was dizzy and cold from standing under the downpour and heavy drinking fine ! maybe I drank too much. I got into the car without asking a single question and locked the door. The car smelt elite , and I tried to figure out the face of the man sitting next to me but I can't as my eye lids feel heavy , I try to calm myself that nobody does crime in such an expensive car , and even if , nobody would really care about me , I'd just be another nameless victim and with that thought my eyes flutter close as I let the darkness engulf me .