Chapter 6

• Chapter 6
• "You're ready to go snow white? I'm sorry Tinkerbell." I try to talk but his hands hold my arm and pulls me out of the shop. I dare not restrain not with what I saw out there. Without saying a word, i slip inside the passenger's seat and buckle my seatbelt.
• "Are you okay?" Why does he care all of a sudden?
• "Yes. Thank you." I tell him as he continues driving.
• The silence is crazy and I was forced to turn the radio on. Luckily a pastor is preaching. Stranger scoffs and tunes the radio endlessly. He finally stops when he heard a pop song pops out of the radio. I wanted to ask him why he changed the radio but my mind drift to the weirdo I saw at the coffee shop. Of course just a little snap and my ankles would be broken.
• "That wasn't fair." I decide to say. He rolls his eyes and nods his head to the music. I don't listen to this type of music since I'm living with a semi pastor. I really hate myself that my dad had to be demoted because of me.
• "Are you always that aggressive?" Why do I even care? He's a stranger and we're never gonna meet again. Just like I picture, he doesn't reply. I sigh and slump back on the seat.
• "You just moved in right?" He asks. Though he has gone automatically dumb.
• "Why do you care?"
• "You're too pretty to be around this side of town." I sigh and cross my arms.
• I don't reply but just watch how he handles my wheel. He relaxes a bit and runs his hand down his messy hair. The sides of his hair and back are a bit low as it curly strands are everywhere. His eyes snap me out of my trespassing as he raises his brows with a heart melting smirk.
• "What?" I ask him.
• "Stop checking me out like you wanna eat me. It's rude to stare." I huff and bite the inside of my cheek. Now he's gonna think I'm interested in him.
• "What makes you think I was checking you out?" I raise my brows and lean against my window to look at him properly.
• "It's fine. I was checking you out too. Nice sweaters." What an asshole.
• I glue my face to the window to hide my blush.
• I'm tired same time I'm not tired. My house is filled with ranting parents. Parents who finds joy in making you look useless. The car stops as this stranger gets out. He didn't pull the key out this time. I get out and surprisingly I saw two cars. Not just any type of cars. I might be a nerd but I can easily tell if I spot an expensive car. One is a red Lamborghini and the other a Bentley.
• I watch the stranger strides to the Bentley as one of the men on black suits gives him a champagne bottle.
• "Seriously..." I say.
• He turns around and smirks at me.
• "You're okay?" He asks me.
• "Is that your thank you?" I ask not even remembering the men on suit who stands beside the two expensive cars. I feel like hiding my car in my pants pocket.
• He rolls his eyes as one of the guys opens the back door of the Bentley as he enters inside. The suit man shuts the door and I watch the car drive away.
• What type of man is that?
• Today's the most weirdest day of my life. Driving a total cute stranger who ended up entering such an expensive car.
• I blink my eyes in bafflement and drive back home. It's almost evening and I'm really sure a lot awaits me once I get home. I halt the car on the garage and get out ready to face my parents uneasy troubles.
• "And where are you coming from?" Dad asks once I enter the living room.
• I stuck both my hands in my back pocket and look at both of them intensely. What am I supposed to tell them?
• "Ariel." Mom glares snapping at me.
• "I took a ride around the city."
• "A stupid ride? Or you've successfully gotten yourself a boyfriend Ariel."
• "Dad, please stop."
• "Did you just cut me off?" My dad yells.
• "What did we do to deserve you in the first place? You keep on acting like we hate you but your attitude is not even pleasing. Your bad luck brought us to New York, did you forget that?"
• I blink my eyes not to cry in front of them. Why are they acting so annoying and not tolerating.
• "I'm sorry." I say looking at Leslie who is sitting on the dining room.
• "You're sorry? For what, lying? Where did you go?"
• "I took a ride."
• "You're still lying? Ariel I'm gonna hit you if you don't say the truth." Mom points her finger at me shooting daggers at me.
• My eyes meet Leslie's. She barely helps matters. She acts like she enjoys my torture. I look back at my parents, their eyes not leaving my figure.
• "I..." I stutter blinking. My eyes are already crowded and I'm crying again.
• "I took a ride because I was tired of being treated like shit. You don't even trust me."
• "Why should we trust you? You aren't supposed to be in this house, you're supposed to be in nun school serving as a nun, but you spoilt everything. Ariel you disgraced us, you committed a stupid sin and that brought us to New York."
• "Really? It has always been you guys. You don't even care about me. You started being nice because I chose to go to nun school. Nobody cares about my feelings. Your pressures made me choose to be a sister, because why, you wanted to boost your ego." And that's it. My mom slaps me.
• I blink several times but the tears are just flowing down. I wipe my tears and turn to walk to my room.
• "Ariel, come back here." Dad calls after me.
• I ignore them and storm to my room. I lock the door and fall on my bed crying non—stop. I hate my life. Why can't I be like Leslie? They don't yell at Leslie and mom will never raise her hand to hit Leslie. I can't believe my mom had to hit me because of her reasons. My head starts to pound. I helplessly stand up and reach for my bottled water and pills. I can't wait to stop taking pills. My parents already succeeded in stopping my therapy visit.
• Swallowing the pills, I look at my face in my mirror. My reflection stares back at me. I look broken and done with. Even if I never had a perfect life, it was awesome before Freddie took advantage of me. I blink my eyes and undress myself to have a warm bath. I stay inside the bathtub massaging my scar. I angrily cut my wrist because I was depressed.
• I rest my head on the rim of the bathtub and think about college. What is it gonna be like? I feared bullies. They were part of the reasons I chose to go to nun school. I was scared of being judged. That awkward moment nobody cares about you. Leslie is like a lucky star. I think everybody likes her and some times I'm always jealous.