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RHEA

Six months.

Those two words wouldn’t leave my head.

They followed me out of the hospital, followed me down the street, followed me through every step I took as the rain began pouring harder around me.

Six months.

I was fucking going to die in six months 

My legs moved rapidly, even though didn’t know where I was going.

Honestly, I didn’t care.

I just kept walking through the rain, letting it soak through my clothes and flatten my hair against my face, cause that was what I needed right now, to be broken completely, without holding it back , so this was a valid cashout 

I lost count the millions of tears that left my eyes, but I knew I probably looked like a complete mess, but what the hell did I care about that anymore?, seem it seems everything I ever loved was stripped away from me

My career was falling apart, my family had turned their backs on me, the fucking man I loved had slept with my stepsister, and  now I had been told I had only six months left to live.

A broken laugh escaped my lips, then another, before the laughter quickly turned into a sob.

I covered my mouth with my trembling hand, but it didn’t stop the tears.

I was crying and laughing at the same time, completely unable to understand what was happening to my own life.

“Six months…” I whispered again.

The words sounded so unreal like they belonged to someone else, not to me, not to Rhea Lancaster, cause I had plans.

I had a fucking future.

I had spent years building my career, trying to prove that I deserved my father’s name and everything he had left behind, and now I was being told I might not even live long enough to see any of it.

A sharp pain suddenly shot through my head, and I stopped walking.

My hand flew to my temple as I squeezed my eyes shut.

The pain throbbed harder.

For a moment, my vision blurred so badly that I couldn’t even tell where I was, then I leaned against the nearest wall, breathing heavily.

“Fuck…”

My body felt weak, and my cruel head didn’t help me, instead it kept on pounding, and my chest felt like someone had placed a heavy weight over it.

I swallowed hard and tried to steady myself, but then another laugh escaped me.

What was I even doing?

Maybe I had finally lost my mind, and maybe that wasn’t go strange, cause anyone would after being told they were going to die.

I wiped my face, but the rain immediately replaced the tears.

I couldn’t go back to my room, and couldn’t lie down on that bed and stare at the ceiling while those words replayed inside my head all night.

I’d lose my fucking mind, so I needed a drink, something strong at that, something that could shut my brain up for even a few hours, so I kept walking until I found myself at a hotel.

I didn’t know what time it was because my phone was turned off but I was pretty sure it was almost 10 p.m by now.

I got to the bar and sat on the stool. “Your strongest drink,” I told the bartender, and he looked at the mess that was in front of him, which was yours truthfully, before doing his fucking job 

He dropped the glass in front of me, and I gulped down the content in one go. “Refill,” I told him, and he nodded again, refilling my drink.

I didn’t know how many glass I pushed down my throat but damn my head felt light as fuck.

I don’t need a genius to tell me I was drunk.

Someone sat next to me and ordered a drink and I turned to see the most handsome man I’ve ever laid eyes on.

He looked a little bit familiar, but I don’t want to think at the moment.

My vision was sort of blurry, but I could tell he was hot… Handsome…and sexy too…

“You also want to drink away your sorrow?” I asked laughing 

“No, just having a casual drink,” His attractive deep voice made me smile, at least this was the time I could hear speak all day, and pat my hair saying dear dear 

He could be the only good thing about this godforsaken day.

“You’re too handsome to be having a casual drink all on your own,” I smiled at him, drawing my face closer to his.

“I don’t mind,” he replied, not even bothering to look at me.

“Am I really that unappealing that you won’t even take a glance at me, handsome?” I pouted, and he turned to look at me, which made me smile. “Aren’t I beautiful?” I asked, blinking innocently.

“You are,” he cleared his throat and looked away, making me frown.

“Then why would you look away from me?” I held his chin and turned his face to stare at me. “Much better,” I muttered.

“You’re drunk, miss.” He held my hand and removed it from his chin.

“I know,” I chuckled. “Isn’t it obvious?” I chuckled again.

“You should leave,” he said and stood up.

I stood up too, I’ve never seen such a handsome man in my entire life. There’s no way I am letting him go.

“Mr. Handsome,” I held his hand. “Leaving me here already?” I asked.

“Is there something you want, miss?” He asked me, and I completely melted.

He sounded so hot.

“Yes…” I stood on my toes to meet his face, my lips inches from his. “Have sex with me,” I told him, I could see the surprise forming on his face.