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And the baby in my womb has the potential to ruin them. "Y-You are pregnant?" Aunt Eloisa asked, looking incredulous at what she heard. I looked at Liam first before nodding my head slowly. We immediately heard the loud crashing of trash cans as a result of Liam's kick. I took another step back. "That's not mine! Nothing is happening to us yet! Are you trying to trick me?! Huh? You slut!" My eyes widened. "What are you saying?!" I shouted. I looked at Aunt Eloisa when she slowly released me, a trace of confusion in her expression.

"It doesn't matter anyways. I have another homework for you" I sighed. But louder than intended. "Oh, are you tired? Ugh, ugly Betty." she grabbed a handful of my hair, tugging at it. "Just remember who you are and where you stand in this school." Everyone else in the class had turned to watch. Some had their phones out and were recording. "YOU. ARE. A. FUCKING. CHARITY. CASE" she said drawing out the words more than necessary.

⚜ Sold. ⚜ I wished for a miracle to happen. I had always hidden the sorrows I felt in studying and now, not even a book could help me at the moment. The bidding started and like we were told earlier by Sarah, Pablo introduced the first lady, Vanessa, who then stepped forward from the rest of us as Pablo continued advertising her. He began audibly. "This pretty brunette is Vanessa. She's very fragile but has a lot to offer. With her big butt, I bet no refund. Let the game begin..."

Dea, who was lying on the bed, suddenly felt the urge to turn on her phone, which was previously turned off. For some reason, something was bothering her. The flat device, once lifeless, was now brought back to life by the woman. She gazed at the screen with an expressionless face, assuming there was nothing there. However, her assumption was wrong. There were several messages and calls from an unfamiliar number. Yet, Dea knew it was Mr. Bad. She immediately started reading the messages.

He still remembered how it all started. *****

Ah… right… It all started as a bet. How did I forget?

I stretched and felt strength return to every part of my body. My life had only just begun.

I stepped forward and grabbed her arm, determined to make her answer for this. However, she shook me off and shoved me hard. I staggered backward. The living room sofa was made of solid wood. No cushioning, just hard edges. My head slammed against it. Pain exploded through my body, and then I felt something warm and sticky trickling down my face. Even Michelle seemed stunned. She froze in place, ignoring Sandy's piercing screams. Pressing a hand to my forehead, I struggled to my feet. By then, a crowd had already gathered at the doorway.

Reality struck him so hard that tears rolled down his cheeks. “Laurel, I’m so sorry. I was so wrong. I shouldn’t have hurt you. I shouldn’t have given our money away or yelled at you… You’re the only person who truly ever cared. “Can we get back together? I promise to treat you right. You can handle all the money. I’m done with charity. It’ll just be your dad and us. We can start over. Please… “I’m done with doing good deeds! All my wages will only go to you!”

I, back then still carrying my childish hero dreams, had burst out of nowhere, swinging a stick like a tiny knight-errant and chasing those bullies away. I thought that would finally be our proper introduction. The next day, however, I heard that his family had moved away. I asked hesitantly, half in disbelief, "Don't tell me…you liked me since then?" Francis nodded. "Mhm. When you showed up with that stick, you looked like the God of War from the folk tales." That caught me off-guard. I could not help laughing. Seeing me laugh, he chuckled too, sheepish but warm.