Strings Attached

~Chapter 6~

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Note: I haven't specified it but the time in this POV is parallel or same to Hidayah's POV. So don't get confused, okay.

CAUTION: Some swear words and worth-covering-up-the-eyes-for scenes, lol ;D

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Manchester, England.

(Daniyal Hasan)

I was able to snag that girl at the bar on my biking trip. Her name was Rosalyn. Turns out, she was a big time b*tch, and was cheating on me with two other guys. I was bummed, to say the least. But, it wasn't really serious so I couldn't care less. Mostly because I kissed a dozen girls behind her back. All I care about is that I wasted my winks and kisses on her; those dozen girls didn't need commitment, she did. Not to mention that I lost almost one-third of my very limited hoard of money. Courtesy: the very b*tch.

There was one other reason of our breakup, and it hurt my ego immensely. The b*tch said that she finally realized she is dating a miser, who probably won't get a single shilling out of his dad's fortunes. I might have a very small amount of money with me, but I ain't a miser! She said she'd rather date 'Richie Rich', the fu**er! I hate that bloke's guts. Spreading dirty rumors about me!! Well, I'm only biding my time. Karma will get him soon real hard, in the form of 'Daniyal Hasan'. And I swear I won't go soft on him. Playing a 'goody-two-shoes' son to dad won't get him anywhere.

Back at home, dad is still not being civil with me. He threw a chair at me yesterday, and I punched him for it. His excuse of a wife was horrified... drama queen! He was angry at me for not accompanying him to his Office. I wouldn't go there, even if my life depended upon it! He was also sad to know that I wasn't doing well in any of my subjects... except a few insignificant ones. Hypocrite!

My only regret is that in all this hullabaloo, Molly was hurt. Probably the chair hit her just a bit. Now she has a sprained arm and a bruised head, and I'm trying my best to show that I don't care. Although, I suspect she knows who brought those painkillers. She's been cooking my favorite things these days, maybe because she knows that good food calms my anger. And my veins are ready to burst anytime soon. It won't turn out good if they do.

Days have been hectic. My 11th year has come to an end... well, almost. Just a day more and then I have exams. It would be prudent to say here that I know not a thing about any of my subjects, but Math. I've got Management as Mains, which I hate. Then there's this thing called 'Economics'. I don't even know what the 'E' of that word means. Meaning: I haven't started cramming it yet. Math is all I care about and love. It's like the best thing that's happened to me in all my life, after my guitar.

When I wanted to buy my bike, me and dad had a deal. He proposed that he'd only let me buy a motorbike if I take up the subject of his choice. He'd also let me keep mum's diary if I took Economics with it. And I just had to agree. Sometimes, he has me all tied up with his deals!