I tearfully went home to my own unit and flopped on the bed. My birthday is really worst. It's painful and I feel like my family doesn't love me anymore. I’m also not sure if Clinton loves me.
I fell asleep crying and woke up late at night. I woke up immediately remembering the concert! What the hell! I can't help but go! I brought expensive ticket!
I am wearing flat ring sandals and a croptop shirt and black short!
I dont care if my eyes were puffy from crying. Only tonight, I will let myself be happy. All by myself.
So I went to the concert all my myself. I ignored the cold wind.
Behind me were light objects already carried by the audience. Glowing cellphones, headbuns that glow in women’s hair and with handles that glow. If in the distance it looks like twinkling stars.
Waves of people roared when the singer came out!
"Whooo! I love you !!" I shouted! but it was also drowned out by shouting voices.
The people shouted and even cried because of seeing their idol in person.When the singer sing the song ,we also sang .If they weep with joy and gladness,me on the other hand was crying with sadness.
I let out a scream until I ended up crying. I felt my tears flow.
I wiped my tears and I also waved my hand and swayed according to the melody and song.
"H-Happy birthday self." I cried.
But I stiffened when someone hugged my waist. He hugged me from the back. He kissed my hair.
"Happy birthday baby." Clinton whispered and he put something on my neck. While I was still stiff in shock!
I rubbed the cold thing on my neck that he had placed. It's a necklace!
He buried his face on my neck. As the people continued to swing , we were in the middle and he hugged me from behind.
"Youre 'h-here."
"I'm sorry." He cursed something on my neck like he regret something.
Gradually a smile posted from my lips and joy welled up in my system.
"T-Thank you." I said.
"I love you baby." He said for the first time.
This is the happiest birthday for me.
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My parents fell in love then and I was their child. But it seems that they have been together for a year and then separated. My dad cheated.
I don't know if it can be called a cheat because before my grandmother lost her life, the one who raised me was before mama and papa got married, they said papa had a previous child. When they separated, my mother left me with my grandmother and went with her man.
When my grandmother died when I was fifteen, my dad came home from US to buy me a condo unit in. As a child, I was aware that I could be practical. I was tired of sulking and crying because I knew I had no other foundation.
Only four corners of my room witnessed all my emotions. How I cried in pain. How I cried in agony. How I cried with joy.
All that fragility I leave here in my room and the face appears cheerful, happy and without a trace of sadness.
I don't want to feel sorry for me. I can buy everything I want even if it's worth a million a minute but I'm searching for a parents love.
Life is so unfair. If you don't want to be miserable, learn to keep up with the flow of the world.
Five months passed and Clinton filled my whole life with love. I no longer stay in my room and I am always in his suite.
I am wearing my pajamas and white shirt with my bra. I don't want Clinton to be pervert because I know he is so like that!! I sleep here every night, and every night Clinton's room is filled with our passionate kisses.
At school Clinton and I talked. There are women who harass me because I'm Clinton's flavor of the month, they say.
The oppressor is not in my vocabulary. I feel too sorry for myself to be oppressed by others.
I have no backing in times of sadness or my grievances. So I don’t want to be oppressed. I will fight as long as I breathe.
I was in the chair and watching Clinton's back, cooking fried rice. He put some meat there that I haven't tried to put in fried rice before.
He is really very handsome. Even though he is only twenty -four, his body is molded like a worker.
He's topless and wearing a white pajama. So earlier I was really looking at the bulge between his thighs. That size is terrible!
I stood up and saw him look at me. I opened the refrigerator and took out some chocolate there. He has a lot of chocolate here. Ever since we're in relationship he has been storing chocolate in his refrigerator.
I took the Tobleron there and tore it in the box to eat. I sat back in the chair and Clinton was done. I saw him staring at me.
I grinned and was about to bite the chocolate when he snatched it from me.
"Hey! It's mine!"
He shook his head and pulled up a chair at the table and signaled for me to sit there.
"Eat first. Too early for sweets."
So I was exhausted and did nothing and just ate first. He put my water when it was empty and he gave me the milk that he mixed.
While eating ,I thought of something to ask him. He was next to me and yet once in a while kissing my shoulder.
"Clinton." I call.
He drank his coffee and looked at me.
"Hmm? '' He turned to me.
"How many women have you had sex with?" I asked bluntly, frowning at him.
He blew air and squeezed my thigh. "Naughty."
I pinched him but instead he laughed. "Just answer!"
"I don't remember. Shit! Drop it baby.
he motioned for me to eat.
I shook. I was very curious about his sex life back then.
"How old are you when devirginize?"
"Thirteen." he answer.
He's serious?!
I immediately slap his shoulder so he looked at me. I was irritated!
"Just make sure there's no other woman right now! We’ll-"
He turned to me which surprised me and covered my lips with his lips.
"You're the only one I want to touch but not now." he grinned and kissed me again passionately.
Our weekend ended with Clinton and I staying in his suite. It's Monday and he took me to my condo early. He said he couldn't pick me up because he needed to check with their airline because of the delayed flights.
I finished my bath and my cellphone rang. My forehead furrowed when I saw mama's name on the screen.
I fish it and answered the call.
"Hello ma."
"Hi Kylie. Sorry for the sudden call." I heard voices on the other line.
"It's okay ma."
"Can you do me a favor baby?" now her voice is tender. Hearing that made me smile.
"Of course ma. What is that?"
"Good. Claudette is an exchange student at HMU where you go to and uh, she needs you…uh…a condo and she doesn't want anyone with her. I know you're kind. Can you leave your condo first? Because she prefers your condo. "
My smile palpitated and ended up biting my lip. What the. . .
I do not know what to say. Pain broke out in my system and my tears rolled down my cheeks.
"I don't have any other-"
She groaned.
"Ugh. Claudette is your sister! Give even a little! I know Emilio is giving you millions! Find an apartment or whatever!"
My tears fell. "Okay ma, I'm sorry."
"Good girl. I'll inform you her details okay? Love you hija. " she immediately turned off the call.
I was tired of sitting on my bed. In my four years here in my condo now I will just leave it. Maybe it's just for a while so it's okay. I looked in the mirror again and wiped away my tears.
What a shame on my face. My life is miserable. When will my parents love me? They will take care of me too? I have never experienced the embrace of a father and mother. I have never experienced a parent’s kiss.
I looked up to hold back my tears.
“Such a drama Kylie! That's okay! You can do it! Just fight!" I cheer for myself.
I took a taxi to school. There are already many students. I even met Cassy who stared at me and texted someone. They were three friends. I know that one is Rad's girlfriend.
My cellphone rang with a text and it came from Cinton. I smiled as I entered the gate.
From Clinton: I didn’t go on. I'm at the auditorium. See you later. I love you.
I felt a thrill. I bought Gatorade at the cafeteria before going straight there.