On the 11th of February

One

"You are not leaving, Hailey!"

I could clearly hear the boisterous shouting behind my back. I don't deserve any of this shit I am experiencing right now. I was born rich, I know. But my uncle would always stop me from being that. I do belong to upper classes, but my uncle would stray everything if I do. Everything was under his control. I can't bare seeing my mother suffering while my uncle is enjoying all the fortune that we have.

Our company was bankrupted and my father is in the nearest line of death. He was diagnosed with Stage 4 Pancreatic Cancer and even I, can't accept the fact that this is happening. My mother was buried alive and days passed, she died. My stepmother was sent into the mental hospital for my uncle was accusing her for stealing the stocks of our company when in fact, he was just the one who stole it.

I was just 11 years old back then, and I didn't know what to do. All was left was me and my sister. But she chose to runaway with his so-called fiancé.

I was left alone, again.

All it did was hurt me and I cannot bare with this shit anymore.

I'm fucking leaving this fucking place.

.

I drove to the airport. Good thing, everything was in fast motion. I booked a flight on 9:30 PM and it's now boarding. I don't fucking care wherever this airplane may take me. I don't even know where is this heading. I just fucking need a fucking way out.

Hours passed by, we arrived on the destination we are heading to. It's kinda hot here and I think this sheep robes, thick joggers, and black boots is kinda out of place. Needless I say, I just need to fucking escape this fucking life.

When I got off the airplane, I didn't expect this to be this hot. Like literally hot. I feel like I was cooked alive and sweat was running all over my face. Winter was rummaging in Canada. Who would've thought that it's summer here?

"Welcome to Philippines, Madame! Mabuhay! I will be your escort for today and I will drive you to your hotel."

Where the fuck again? Filipians?

"Who are you? And where the fuck am I?"

He chuckled. It's kinda sexy but I just don't give a damn about it now.

"Ako po ang magiging tourguide niyo ngayong araw."

What the fudge. What language is he speaking? Alienated language?

"What are you talking about? You think I would go with you? Hell no!"

I went into the airport and went directly to the comfort room. Damn. Who the heck is he? I changed my clothes since I thought that would be the best thing to do to cool myself. When I was done changing, I decided to look myself at the mirror first and there I saw my sister.

Tears verging to fall. She didn't even notice me. She didn't even tried to talk to me. And there she goes, hugging tightly her fiancé, or not. Her husband. My ex fiancé.

I cried. My fucking first time to cry.

Someone hugged me from my back. I don't care if I may go with a stranger right now. My life is a trash. And this person, hugging me, is the only one that can pamper me right now.

"Hush down, Duchess. Everything will soon fall into places."

With that, everything went black.

.

I woke up with white all over everything. White walls. White sheets. I got white clothes, too. Where the heck am I?

"Hospital."

I looked at him and there I saw pain shot into his eyes. Eyebags bagging heavily under his eyelids. I don't know him but it seemed like he was the one taking care of me. Can I trust him?

"You can talk to me about your life problems. I can be trusted."

Woah. Is he a mind reader? It's twice already that he answered the questions rummaging into my head.

"You're exactly curious if I'm a mind reader, huh?"

What the fridge. He's creepy.

"Who the fuck are you? Honestly, you are creepy. How did you know the questions I've been asking inside my head? Like what the fuck."

He chuckled. And again, it's sexy. Damn.

"Watch your mouth, Duch-"

"Who the fuck are you?! Just answer my goddamn question and stop blurting nonsense shits from you mouth. What the frigging hell."

"Chill, Duchess. I'm Alexis Duke Sanchez. I study Psychology and-"

I raised my hand to stop him from saying nonsense shits about himself. He winked at me but I just glared at him. He's not even handsome at all, well not at least. Coz hell, he looked like a Greek God.

"Get out." I said and shot him with my deadliest glare that I hadn't used since lifetime.

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[Bev's 👑 Note: This is my first time to write a book in English with a little strand of Filipino. Please bare with grammatical errors. Enx 💕]