Yours Truly

Chapter 4

I never thought it would be boring not going to school, but it actually was. Doing nothing yesterday was so boring.

I haven't sat in my chair when someone spoke to me.

"Hey," I ignored him as usual.

"Why were you absent yesterday? Amity seemed really sad. Also, I miss you."

"Don't care,"

"Oh, must have been your period. Seriously, I don't get it---about your menstruation or whatever."

And he keeps rambling nonsense stuff about periods.

Amity approached us.

"Adrian, I want to sit there."

"First come, first serve."

She groans and sat in the chair in front of us.

Our teacher finally arrived and started his lecture.

Good thing he wasn't bothering me and actually listen to whatever Mr. Passion was talking about.

^^^^^^^

I seriously don't like them sitting next to me at lunch, but it looks like they don't want to eat at another table.

"I'm having a party tomorrow. You guys wanna come?" Adrian asked.

"No. We actually have plans tomorrow," Amity said, referring to me and her.

No, we don't.

"How about you, Paulo?" Adrian asked Paulo, who seemed surprised by Adrian's offer.

"Sure, I love parties."

^^^^^^^

"What are you talking about us having plans?" I asked Amity

"What?"

"Don't what me. You told Adrian we have plans tomorrow."

"Isn't that your birthday?"

"My birthday doesn't matter."

"Of course it does,"

"Oh, shut up!"

"Do you hate celebrating your birthdays?"

"Yes, I loathe the day I was born."

"Why? Do you hate yourself that bad?"

"Yes!" Good thing we've already arrived back home.

I went upstairs and quickly locked the door.

I grabbed a pillow and screamed.

Minutes later, I heard someone knock.

I groaned as I got up and opened the door.

"What?" I asked one of the maids who was outside my room.

"There's a package waiting that you need to sign, Lady Katalina."

I groan but decided to head downstairs.

To be honest, even though it's a Porsche, I barely could feel any excitement in my body.

"Sign here, please?" I signed, and he gave me the key.

I went upstairs and placed my car key inside my bag.

I lay down in bed and fell asleep.

^^^^^^

I woke up and found a cake on top of my study table.

'Advance Happy Birthday. More birthdays to come.'

Without thinking twice, I throw it on the floor. The sound of the plate shattering echoed through the entire room.

I threw various items direct to the cake; lampshade, figurines, remote control, etc.

The door open and revealed the person who I assumed made the cake.

"What?! What's goin' on?"

"What's goin' on? Do you really want to know? This!" I pointed at the ruined cake.

"The birthday cake?"

"Yeah. Do you really need to rub it in, huh?"

"I just... want to make you a birthday cake,"

"For what? To remind me that it's been another year of my miserable life, huh?"

"No, what? Of course not---"

"Why do you do this?"

"Do what?"

"This! Everything! The way you treat me! What's the purpose? If it's not money, then what? Answer me!"

"What do you expect me to treat you?"

"Hate me,"

"Why?"

"Because of this," I slapped her right cheek.

"Go on. Slap me back."

She didn't say anything. I'm getting myself ready for her outburst. But it never came.

"You can hit me again if that helps," Without another word, I slapped, hit, and pushed her as my tears stream down my face. She didn't stop me, and I continued torturing her. After a while, I felt myself getting tired, but my eyes never got tired of letting out the pain that I feel inside.

I was caught off guard when she hugged me, really, really tight.

"It's okay. You'll be okay. You're a strong woman," She stroked my hair, like how mothers stroke their daughter's hair. It actually feels kinda nice, and it calmed me down. I can't remember someone doing this to me, not even my mother.