Millionaire's Unknown Daughter

Chapter 4

I'm not sure how long I sat there feeling sorry for myself before someone sits at my table, looking up, I see it's the weird bar tender from last night. He hands me a tall glass of clear liquid, taking it and downing it, I realise it was vodka, and gag a little.

"They're looking for you, you know? It really is true, huh? You weren't shîtting me last night." He mumbles, more to himself than me.

"Yeah it's true, whoop-de-fucking-do. It doesn't matter anyway, they don't want me there. I don't blame them either, who'd want a waitress, barely living on minimum wage as their Daughter? I don't even have a home to go back to, my Mom's landlord kicked me out after she died. I've been living above the diner where I worked for two months now. I can't keep sleeping there, or I'll get caught, if they fire me when I get back home, I'll be on the streets. I have nothing, nothing at all going for me." I tell him, crying again.

He stares at me shocked, before shaking his head.

"You really have had it hard cara, I'm sorry about your Mom." He replies softly to me.

"Thanks." I mumble.

"What happened when you met your Father?" He asks me curious.

"He doesn't want me. He acknowledged I was his Daughter, then ignored me. His Mother went to attack me, thankfully Antonio stopped her. He's the only one who's  welcomed me. Then, that awful woman started calling my Mom names, and accusing her of sending me here for money. Funny really, I wish she had sent me for money, maybe she'd still be alive if she had. She was working two jobs just to put me through school, and feed me. She had cancer, you know? She couldn't afford a damn Doctor, so she ignored how sick she was. I had to drag her to hospital, but by then it was too late. She had six months to live. We didn't have the money to put her in a hospital for the terminally ill, so I had to take care of her. She was in so much pain all the time, and I couldn't help her! What kind of Daughter am I?!" I ask bitterly. "She died two months after getting the news. That was four moths ago. I graduated high school early, and got my diploma, but can't afford college, so I got a job to pay for my flight here to find my Father. I just wanted my family, I only ever had my Mom and wanted to know what a family was like. You know? A real family? Now I wish I hadn't bothered, I should of stayed in America by myself. I don't need them, I'm okay by myself!?" I tell him firmly.

He just nods, and let's me rant it out. He hands me another drink, and I take it gratefully.

"I'm sorry. I don't mean to burden you with all this crap, I'm sure you have better things to do. Go, I'll be okay here." I tell him honestly.

"It's fine cara. Why do you have your case here with you?" He asks me sounding confused. I hand him the note from the hotel, and giggle, feeling drunk.

He stares at me weirdly, and gets up, and starts talking to someone on his cell phone rapidly in Italian to someone.

I ignore him, and take a large gulp of vodka that he'd given me.

He reaches over, and gently takes the rest away from me.

"Hey?!" I shout angrily at him.

"You've had enough cara. Here drink this instead." He hands me a different glass.

Drinking it, I realise it's water, and down it, knowing it'll make my head clearer.

"Thanks." I mumble, and lay my head down on the table.

"Cara? Do you even have any money left?" He asks me gently.

I nod, and lift my head up.

"Yeah, around fifty dollars. That's why I got kicked out of the hotel, but hey I'll find somewhere, I always do." I reply still feeling tipsy.

"What about your ticket home?" He asks me gently.

I shake my head sadly.

"No. I was hoping to get a job, to earn some money to get home. Know anywhere that will pay me in cash around here?" I ask him tiredly.

"What about your Father?" He asks me, and I hiss at him angrily.

"He's not my Father. He's just the sperm donor that knocked my Mom up. I wanted him to be my Father, and look what happens? I always wanted my Daddy growing up, but my Mom wouldn't tell me anything about him. I'm glad because I fûcking hate him!" I tell him angry.

Laying down tiredly, I ignore everything and just rest my eyes for a few minutes.