The sip of the black rose~

Chapter 3

T H E M A N M A D E O F M O N E Y

"Hello Veronica, Jamaza." He kissed my sister, my mother. "Hello Zolen." Zolen Stephens. A South American who makes a load of money. I remember when we ate out one time, to celebrate Veronica's 14th birthday, we went to Muchingana Linnaeus's Thailand Plate, a very fancy and expensive Thailand themed restaurant. Zolen paid 200dollars for it, and got mom Tom Yum Gung, Matt, Gang Som Pak Ruam, Veronica, Jim Jum and a Thai Iced Tea with some lemoned shrimp and mushrooms, and me, Gang Jued. Eating, I knew the people around stared. Exactly why Zolen got a private table. The waiters on the other hand still stared. "Veronica, sweetie, what do you say to daddy?" "Thanks dad!" I grunted so loud, Matt started to stare.

That Zolen is not my father. Phillip Tamesis is my real father. I ate my food, feeling my jaws harden. Zolen then spoke, "Yes, my beautiful daughter. To Veronica!" They made a toast. A toast. To his daughter? I had enough. I pushed my plate, and stopped eating. Mom looked surprised and scared. Zolen looked confused. "Is something the matter with your food?" He asked that in such a snotty and rich voice. His mother raised him right alright. "No. It was actually really good. Thailand is my thing." "Then what's wrong sweetie?" Nope. He's gone too far.

"Oh nothing. Hmm... Zolen. Can I ask you something? Can you maybe stop calling me sweetie and your daughter? That is really annoying me since I am not your daughter. Veronica can be yours, Matt can be yours. Heck! My mother can be yours, but not I. I am not owned by you. My father is Phillip Tamesis. I am Amaya JasmineTamesis. Not Stephens. So yes, nothing is wrong Zolen. Sorry to be a bother. If you don't mind mom, I'll just go home." My mother's face, sad. Zolen's the exact opposite. His face was very red. His eyebrows narrowed and his teeth clenched. "Young lady, you-..." "By the way, people were, and still are staring at me anyways. Better leave so Veronica's reputation doesn't get ruined." I slammed the chair and walked out, my dress flowing behind and I ran out of here. I didn't turn around, I already knew that Zolen would be as red as the dress I was wearing. But back to now time. Zolen's smile faded when he saw me. Veronica laughed as she kissed his cheek. "Love ya dad.", she said cheerfully and went back inside.

He frowned actually. "Hello Amaya, sweetie." I put on a fake smile, removing my hood from hiding my head. "Hi Zolen. Nice seeing you here." "Well yes, because this is my house." I forgot. Mom wanted us to move after dad left. She wanted to leave so she wouldn't be depressed about loosing him. After she met Zolen, he paid for a huge house and all the bills. He also bought us a husky. Green eyes for both. My dad has a husky with green and a blue eye. I remember it so well. I named is Amay from me. "Is Jamaza here?" "You mean your wife and my mom? Um, yeah." I walked right past him as he shoved money in my pocket. "If you stay in the basement tonight for me, the cash of money is yours." I snorted and took the money. I actually just put on my pajamas and immediately went to bed. I didn't want to deal with this crap tonight. I went to bed, thinking about where my dad might be right now, and what he is thinking. I hear banging and shouting and then it gets silent.

I walk into the hallway, trying to be silent, and I hear my mom cry. I rushed into her room and stared. She was laughing, tears streaming down her face as Zolen chuckled, staring back at me.