All that I can say when I opened my eyes is that: What the fuck? My head hurts like hell and it makes me want to just cut it off my body and change it with another one!
I touched my head and pulled my hair, hoping that it'll somehow ease the pain. I lazily pushed my feet to the edge of the bed and pulled myself up. I rubbed my eyes as my feet reached the soft, furry carpet of my room—
What the?
My eyes became wide open as my feet felt a rough thing. Why is this so rough? I looked down and saw an unfamiliar dark blue carpeted floor. My eyes wandered around the whole room.
The combination of the dark blue and white walls welcomed me. The pieces of furniture are also a mixture of the same color, and the comfortable bed I am sitting at is covered with white sheets and blue thick blanket.
Where am I?
I searched for a slipper but I've seen nothing so I walked without it. The whole house, I mean, the mansion looks fabulous and elegant.
My feet felt cold as I continued walking with barefoot. I was on the last step of the grand staircase when I smelled something delicious. My eyes started to water and my tummy made a sound.
I'm hungry.
I headed towards the door which I think, the kitchen. A familiar built of a man is in his white top and pajamas. He's facing the stove and I can see from behind that his hair is messy.
I took a step backward and whirled around to check if I have dirt on my face. I will never get myself to be embarrassed again. Now that I'm touching my face, my eyes traveled down my dress. I sighed, I'm still wearing the same outfit from last night. I feel so dirty.
"Oh? You're awake!" Uno's voice was marked with joy. I stared at him weirdly. His smile is wide as he put the plates on the table.
"What's wrong with you? You're smiling from ear to ear." I shook my head and settled on the nearest chair. He sat in front of me and tilted his head. And then he smiled again. His hair is parted sideways and he is not wearing his glasses.
"Can you see me? You're not wearing your glasses." I said and picked the fork up to get some bacon.
"You told me I look good when I'm not wearing those." He answered, still staring at me. His elbow is placed on top of the table and his chin leaning on his hand.
"I did?" I arched my brow. "When?"
"Last night." My eyes darted at him.
"You know I'm drunk last night," I uttered and put a piece of bacon inside my mouth. Chewing, I pointed him using my fork.
"How is it possible that I slept in...is that your room?" He nodded.
"Ah, right. How did I get in here? Did I crawl?" I absentmindedly said while imagining the things that I did last night.
"The bartender called me." He picked the bowl of rice and put some on my plate. I gaped at him.
This one is really thoughtful. I furrowed my brows when I noticed that he's putting too much.
"I can't eat all of that, I don't want to be fat!" I wrinkled my nose and lifted my plate to transfer some rice on his plate.
"I already told you that being chubby isn't an issue, Farrah."
"It's an issue." I rolled my eyes and continued eating my food.
"Eat more," he said and put some pieces of bacon on my plate. "Stop, I'm starting to get annoyed!"
I scratched my neck and shifted my weight, feeling a bit uncomfortable with my dress.
"Anyway, why didn't you change my clothes?" The tight presses my tummy and I can't eat what I like because it'll look big.
"I...I don't want to touch you." His eyes avoided mine. His face reddened up to his ears.
"It's not an issue," uttered. "You'll only change my dress, what's wrong with that?" I arched my brow and drank water from the glass.
His eyes are still glued on the plate, not wanting to glance at me.
"You look weird." I shook my head and put the glass down. "I'm going to take a bath first before going home. Did you brought my car?"
He shakes his head. "I'll take you there," he said. Still staring at me with his weird pair of eyes. I furrowed my brows but ignored it afterward.
Even when we rode inside his Aston Martin, he glances at me from time to time, as I will suddenly vanish in front of him or what. I glued my eyes on the window and crossed my arms.
"Farrah," I turned my head to face him when I heard my name.
"Why did you drink last night?" His eyes were in front of the rode and his hands are busy holding the gearstick and the steering wheel.
I licked my lips. "None of your business," I uttered and internally rolled my eyes.
"I just want to know, the night is dangerous and no one knows what may happen if the bartender didn't—"
"Why did he call you, anyway? I don't even know him." I shook my head in disbelief. "And can you stop asking questions? My head already hurts, please don't add up to my stress."
Luckily, Uno stayed silent until we reached my house. The brown gate opened widely when his car entered. The car is heavy tinted but I can see the gardener nodding his head at Uno like he can see him even behind the dark window.
The mansion looks so peaceful. Opposite of how tangled our life is. Mom is a silent, sophisticated lady who only knows how to love his husband dearly. She remained a housewife who waits for his partner to come home carrying his suitcase. She will come and hug him and then kiss him. She'll help him remove his necktie and serve dinner.
The thought of it made me cringe. A cheater husband doesn't deserve all the love her wife can give. I salute all the martyr's but I know I'll never be one of them. I have long imagined that I will be a rich single Auntie who will spend her life burning money and will never have to endure every day with someone unworthy.
Dad is a piece of shit, there's no doubt at that. Mom doesn't know about him heating another woman's bed and it makes me want to puke. Why will a man marry someone when he wants two or more cats? As if it's my hobby, I shook my head.
Falcon and Tatiana Evans made the bad bitch, Farrah Evans who only knew how to lure boys—but at least I'm not a cheater!
I smirked but remained silent.
So it's true, no matter how beautiful your house and car are, you're life can't be so pretty the way you wanted.
"Thanks for taking care of me, wish you all the blessings, Uno," I stated like a devil hiding in an angel's costume.
Of course, I need to at least be good to him.
"No worries, text me when you need something. I will call someone to pick your car." I clicked the locks of the seatbelts and opened the door. I waved my hand as a sign of goodbye and headed my way to our main door.
"Farrah!" Uno yelled inside his car. He rolled the window down and stared at me.
"Don't bring your car anymore, I will fetch you tomorrow."
Not giving much attention, I nodded my head and continued walking.
"Where have you been?" Dad's shoes made a sound as he walks closer to my position. I stopped midway and heaved a sigh.
"Did I ask where have you been when you get home late Yesterday?" I sarcastically asked and arched my brow.
"Nope," I added, popping the letter p. His breathing became fast and his forehead creased. He started to walk closer which made my heart hammer in fear. But no, I started this. And I'm not the one who made an unlawful sin, so I shouldn't be the scared one.
Dad's jaw clenched and lifted his hand. He was about to give me another blow when I took a step back and swallowed.
"What? You'll hurt me again? Do it and I'll tell Mom how dirty you are." I gave him a head to foot glance and walk past him.
"Mom, I'm home! What are you cooking?" I asked like nothing's wrong. I kissed her cheek and exaggeratedly closed my eyes and act like those kids in cooking commercials who pretends that the food they smell is so fragrant.
Mom laughed and slapped my arm lightly.
"Place the plates, sweetie. We will eat." She faced the pot and stir the soup as she said those things.
"I'm sorry, Mom. But I already ate with..." I halted. Thinking if I should tell her that I'm with Uno. "I already ate breakfast in a near cafe." I smiled even when I know she won't see it.
"You don't want to eat with us anymore? It's a rare time where your Dad will eat breakfast with us." There's a hint of disappointment in her voice, and when she faced me, her eyes look a bit sad.
I shifted my gaze on the table. "That rare time are those times I hate the most." I murmured to myself.
"Pardon? I can't hear you, sorry."
"Nothing," I said and started to search for the plates.
"I will eat, but not much. Just to give you a little happiness."
Today is a Sunday, and Dad has no work. But it is one of the times where he stays here because he spends most of his time with a bunch of his mistresses. Mom will always want to have a bonding time with us so she lets all our maids take their day off every Sunday for she believes it's a family day.
I sat on my chair as I stared at my Mom who's now serving Dad with a bright smile plastered on her face.
Poor Mom, if you only knew how disgusting this man is, you'll probably get angry, or more like, you'll cry yourself to sleep.
"I have a headache, Mom. Can I go first?" I asked right after I drank water.
"Sure sweetie, but I heard you didn't sleep here last night, I wonder why?" Clueless, she stared at me and tilted her head.
I licked my lips and stared at Dad with mockery.
"Well, I have this person whom I don't want to see because he's disgusting and..."
Dad's face looks hilarious! The color drained on his face and all that I can see from his eyes is a mixture of warning, fear, and trouble.
I scowled and glanced at Mom who's still waiting for my words. "He came here yesterday, I tried to make him leave but he won't budge so I left instead."
Mom looked at me with concern and sadness. "Oh no, Farrah. We should tell the guards to tighten the security, then. It looks like he can easily go inside our house. Do I know this guy?"
I tried my best to prevent myself from laughing. I drank another glass of water to cover my smirk and face my Mom with my best actress's face.
"Yes Mom, you know him so well." I said, making the word "so" longer and eyed my dad with a tease.
"I'm just going to clean the table, you two can go first." Mom said when she started to fix the plates. I immediately stood up and was about to go out of the dining room when a thought came into my mind.
I glance at my father behind my shoulders before deciding to go back. He's still sitting on his chair, eyes glued on the scattered rice.
I crouched and kissed his cheek. I internally cringed as I imagine how many lips have been in his face. I gave him a sharp, mocking face and whispered.
"Take care, Daddy."
I unlocked my seatbelt and checked my face on the rearview mirror before going out of my sedan. I hung my small yet fashionable backpack on my shoulders and strutted my way to our building with my two inches block heels."Good morning bitch." I greeted Van and sat on my usual seat. She just arches a brow and stared at me.I put my bag behind my seat and placed my phone on top of my armchair."What did you do last Saturday?" She asks and leaned closer. I furrowed my brows and pointed my index finger to her forehead and pushed it away from my face.
"Boy...friend?" I tried so hard to compose myself and stifle my laughter but I ended up touching my stomach as I mockingly laugh at Uno."Are you serious?" I wiped the tears I got from laughing so hard away from my face. "Are you on drugs, Sir?"Uno Saldivar can both annoy and make me laugh like a madwoman. This is absurd! A nerdy boy who's been tailing me for two years assumes that he's finally my boyfriend!"That's hilarious...and horrible," I said, now back in my serious voice. "Why did you even go in there? Who told y
For some instances, I will thank this girl for agreeing with me but it's just another weird thing because...I don't know who she is.If only Vanessa or my group is the one who said that line, I'll clap and treat her a meal. I walked until I reached her table. She's with a group of geeks, some are familiar because I sometimes see them with Uno so maybe she's in her second year. The same year as Uno."Who are you?" I repeated, glancing at her with my sharp eyes."My name is Aliya...I just want to protect you—""Do I look lik
"Miss Evans, we won't tolerate this behavior. You will be suspended for a week, and you need to apologize to Ms. Martinez. I'm sorry but I'm really disappointed." The dean shakes his head while saying those things.My brows were still furrowed while looking at the old man. His bald head is shining under the fluorescent light of the air-conditioned room."Please forgive my daughter for this childish act, Dean. I will make sure she'll learn her lesson well." Dad uttered in his deep, baritone voice. I glanced at my father who's now looking at Aliya and her mother. Aliya is hugging her mother and hides her face on her chest. My upper lip moved as I glared at her. The fuck is wrong with this girl and she's still showing my Dad
"Farrah, you need to go home," Uno uttered in a gentle voice. I'm still holding his arms to support my weight for I know I will lose my balance the moment I remove it."I don't want to go home." I pouted my lips and caught his stare. "Why do you look so red?" I asked, he looks flustered and he refuses to look at me.I looked heavenward and put my index finger under my chin to search for the reason why he looks flushed. My eyes lit up and gave him a wide smile."Is it because of the kiss?"&nb
"Your father is planning to file a divorce?" Uno's eyes widened as he took a step closer."Don't make me repeat what I am saying and mind your own business," I uttered with full of authority. I reached for the bottle of whiskey but he hid it behind his back, making me look up to him."I am minding my own business, Farrah." He swallowed and throw the bottle away. It made a sound but it didn't break into pieces. The liquor inside it flows out of the opening and it made me want to just slap Uno for snatching my temporary happiness.
To spend a night under the dark sky, big leafy trees, cold wind, and the sound of the flies should make me frightened enough for me to run back to the mansion but I never felt peace more than what I have right now in Uno's arms. If I can stay here forever without worrying about what may happen tomorrow, I already did.I removed my hands from his hold and scanned his face. His breathing is now fine and his eyes were sleepy. I reached for his cheeks and caressed it lightly before giving me a small smile."You look tired. Let's go inside," I said and pulled his arm. He lazily drags his feet to where I am heading and the moves we have done is similar to a turtle's so I glanced at him behind my shoulders. He's just looking at our hands while his lips pouted.
I woke up feeling so light. Uno's bed is so comfortable to sleep with! And although his pillow is a bit hard, it's so warm that the air-conditioned room didn't matter!I moved my leg beneath the blanket when I felt a big foot touching mine. My brows suddenly furrowed and opened my eyes only to see Uno's gentle and calm face. His breathing is slow, a sign that he's still asleep. It makes me want to wrap my arms around him but I stopped myself, afraid that I might interrupt his sleep.He slept late last night because of me so h deserves all the rest he can get. I put my palm at the side of my face and place my hand on top of it, admiring an awesome view in front of me.Uno's black messy hair complemented his fair skin. His eyes were defined by his thick lashes and brows, his jaw can cut apples