The Rich Boy and His Girl [discontinued.]

Ch.7: I Seriously Hate Redheads More Than Blondes.

"Dad?" I asked as I opened the door to my house. "Dad?" I asked a bit louder.

"Mmhhpphh."

I turned around and walked towards his room. I walked and stopped at the doorframe. He was lying on his bed as usual. I walked up to his bed and sat beside him. "Dad?"

"Mmmpphh." He let out a annoyed sound.

"Dad, wake up! You need to sober up!" I strictly said.

A bitter laugh escaped his mouth.
"Sober up, bullshit!"

I flinched at his tone.
"Where were you yesterday?" I asked him as I'm pretty sure, he didn't come home yesterday.

"Passed out at this strip club." He said.

I shut my eyes. I know my mom left us but imaging him being in a strip club with someone whose not my mom, just disgusts me!

"Just... get up and sober up!" I said sternly, standing up.

"Where are you going?" He mumble, opening his right eye.

"Somewhere." I muttered and ran out of the room, out of the house, out of my neighborhood as fast as I could and I didn't care where I was going.
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I don't know how long I was crying sitting on this swing.

You're probably wondering where am I, right?

Well, my feet somehow dragged me to this old playground. And I remember, I used to come here once a week when I had a perfect little family. I cried more thinking about my past.

How could she? How could she just leave us like that. For what?! For money! Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic! Bullshit. My life is bullshit!

"Look, Ethan a girl is crying!" A sweet voice said.

Instantly I looked up seeing Ethan with two kids. One was a boy and the other was a girl. Both of them looked very similar to Ethan. The boy who probably was some inches shorter than the girl had freckles like Ethan, short brown hair, blue eyes and was really cute. The girl, on the other hand, had no freckles. She had long brown hair and blue eyes, overall she was really cute too. I quickly wiped my tears.

"Maddy, we should not stare at random strangers." Ethan said bored, typing away on his phone.

"But she's very pretty!"
Supposedly, Maddy exclaimed.

"Very Pretty." This time the boy said.

And this two small statements made my face red as a tomato. And also made Ethan look up from his phone. He narrowed his eyes to get a better look and when he realised it was me his eyes wides a bit and he quickly mutters something to the kids. The kids scurried away while Ethan took long slow strides coming towards me.

"Princess? Is everything okay? I mean why are you crying? Is something wrong? Did someone say anything to you?" He asked these questions in probably less than a second, a nano second! He's so fast, at talking.

"No." I wanted to say that two letter small word but I couldn't. I shook my head a yes and ducked my head down so he couldn't see my glistening eyes.

He was staring at me with one of those rare worrying face you see in Ethan's face. He never really worries about anything at all. And I've seen this face three times before, only. Once when Aria and he had that find and the other two times when he didn't understand two maths problem.

He sat on his knees so he could be on the same level as me. He raised his hands a bit and then hesitated before cupping my face. He leaned in closer, only leaving a few inches between our faces.

"Abigail... What's wrong? What happened?" He whispered so softly.

"Everything." I answered honestly. My voice shaking and barely audible.

And then he did something which I didn't really expect him to do. He hugged me! And while I broke down in his arms he drew circles on my back and kept saying "Its going to be okay."

When I calmed down and got up from his hug he said. "What happened?"

And I told him everything. From my childhood to this time.

"Wait... So your mother's name is Angela Anna? No wonder why I thought she looked so familiar ."

"You saw my mother?" I asked.

"Yeah. You know how my father is kind of famous and all. He drags me to these parties and all."

"Oh. How-how is she?" I asked.

And he didn't say anything for a while.

"Wanna know some stuffs about me?" he all of a sudden asked.

"Sure."

"Well-" he was cut of by his
phone ringing.

He hold ups his pointer to show me he needs one second. He takes out his phone from his jeans pocket and when he sees the caller, he half smirks and smiles.

"Hey, Red Angel."

Red Angel? Aria? Aria!? Why? Why...?

"Yeah, sure. Mmhhmm. Ok" He hangs up.

"Aria?" I ask although I knew it was her.

"Yeah. ummm... she needs to see me."

"Ok?" I comes out as a question and I hated myself for stuttering.

"Abigail. Do you need a ride?" He asks.

Abigail. The way he says my name affects me so much.

"No. My house is like there." I randomly pointed at a road.

"Oh...ok. See you later?" He asks.

"Yeah. See you later."

I seriously hate redheads more than blondes! He nods and leaves the park, again leaving me all alone. Thinking about everything.

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A/N

Sorry! Sorry! I'm so sorry. Well at least I updated! After A long time. Hope you like this chapter?

On the other thank you so much for getting me 70 votes and over 1k reads! Your the best, people. Love you guys.

And I was in a rush writing this chapter so sorry if it's weird.

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