Chapter 31
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"Well, their tongue isn't clean."
I rolled my eyes. "Cleaner than yours."
"Ms. Bisson!" Alexander shouted.
"Ladies, please don't start an argument over nothing," Gerald said beside his wife. "Cindy why don't you get to know Ms. Bisson while we men discuss business." He gave his wife a smile.
"How can you expect me to stay with this thing after all the bullshit she did?" I turned at look at her. That only did she call me a thing? She is accusing me of something and I had no idea what it was.
"What are you talking about?" I asked her.
"Let's not get into this," Alexander said as he looked from me to Cindy.
"No, I want to know what the hell she's talking about?" I got up off the ground and was now standing waiting for her to answer me.
"We all know you abandon your own child and that you're a worthless gold-digger." I should have known he would have told his friends that I'm Alliyah. But I didn't know he'd tell them I'm a gold-digger.
I wasn't Alliyah and I'm not a gold-digger.
"For your information, Henrique is not my child. I don't have a child, I've never been pregnant, and I don't plan on getting pregnant." I know if I didn't calm down I might do something I'll regret. "I'm not a gold-digger either. I've never been with a man because of his money. Clearly, you've mistaken because the last time I check Alexander was the one who came looking for me and not the other way around. I was fine living in my tiny apartment. I was fine having a job. I was fine with what I had because not everyone is meant to have a luxury life and happy endings. I don't believe in those things. Those are fairy tales, they don't exist. And if being rich means I become like you, I'd rather live on the roadside than be a bitch like you." I let out a frustrated scream and ran out of the room. I ran to the room I was currently calling my mine, leaving Henrique behind.
People feel because you're less privileged they can treat you like your nothing but she's wrong. I'm not nothing.
I'm somebody's child, somebody's sister.
Even though it hurt to admit that it was still better than being completely alone and that's what I've been for the past three years.
Completely alone.
Alone until Alexander brought me here. Now I had Henrique, but he wasn't mine to keep. He didn't belong to me. Neither did Alexander.
As soon as he saw his friends he went back to calling me Ms. Bisson. Which meant he didn't have any feelings for me. He probably still thinks less of me.
I wipe the tears from my eyes, but they continued pouring. I entered my bathroom and look in the mirror at my face. I looked awful. I wasn't as beautiful as Cindy. I wasn't as beautiful as Alliyah. I wasn't a beautiful period. How could I even think about liking a man like Alexander? He was a solid ten and I wasn't even a two.
I slowly take off my clothes and enter the shower, I turn on the pipe and the warm water starts falling on my body. I cried was the water touch my body. Being under the water remained me of the rain. No one can see your tears.
Let it flow, Kalliyah.
Let it flow.
It's completely okay to cry Kalliyah.
It's okay. You'll be okay.
If not today, then one day.
One day you'll meet your prince charming and he will carry you away on a white horse and you'll live happily ever after.
One day, just not today.
Today you deal with this feeling that you had for Mr. Carter. You'll get over that feeling because it's all a pretence. A millionaire or billionaire whatever he was could never like a girl like you.
A girl who made less than 30ks a year. A girl who lived in a very tiny expensive New City Studio that she couldn't afford. A girl who was alone. A girl who was depressed. A girl who is probably always going to be depressed.
You're not good enough. You weren't good enough for him how could you be enough for Alexander Carter?
I sob loudly then slowly bent down to sit in the bathtub and let the water beat against my back.
No matter how hard I try. I always come back to the same place.
Crying over my sad life.
Crying and wishing that I was happier.
I rub the Japanese Cherry Blossom lotion on my legs then close the lid. I turn and look at the mirror to my left, my eyes, red. I spent over an hour in the shower crying and now I just feel burn out. Sighing I push away the lotion and lay on the bed. I look at the grey ceiling. Not really thinking about anything specific, just random memories of my time here.
How did I end up liking him?
First, he smiled at you.
Then creeps up on you.
You saw him half naked.
You ate ice-cream with him; your favourite dessert.
I sigh and close my eyes, all that crying made me exhausted. Reaching for the blanket I pulled it over my body without opening my eyes.
A few seconds before I drifted off the sleep, my door pushed opened which cause me to jump up. I held my blanket up to my chest in fear when I opened my eyes to see the intruder. When my eyes finally registered the face, I yawn and pushed myself to the edge of the bed and looked up at him annoyed.
What did he want now?
He already ruined my day.
