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•Article 4: Know Your Worth?•

Article 4-Know Your Worth?

Gabriel Klerk

I sigh with contempt, as my girlfriend discreetly tried to hide the hickey on her neck...and let me tell you this, it was not me who gave it to her.

"Opal seriously, I'm sick of this!" I yelled and she froze trying to adjust the heavy scarf around her neck.

I hate her trashy ways; I mean seriously, what is she wearing? Is she going to my mother's party dressed as Donald Duck with the little sailor's suit? I continue to stay with her because we had helped each other, whilst I was being neglected by my father for his scornful mistresses she was being neglected by her mother for prescribed medication. No we weren't friends with benefits, I haven't even had sex with her yet! Because I'm waiting for her to wait for me, to give me time to heal from all the sex she is getting from other guys, she thinks she's doing me a favour.

"Don't be Gab, I promise I'll change," it's hard to believe her when she says that, especially since she has said it so many times before and always let me down.

Opal is stunning, she always has been, her silky brown hair, bright smile, smooth skin. I know people would think I have a screw loose since I haven't had sex with her but if you yourself knew what Opal is like, you would not blame me, I mean all you have to do is approach her taking a whiff and then you'll be out of the door faster than the wind pushing you!

Yes, my girlfriend smells like sex...it's horrible, unhygienic and disgusting. I've tried breaking it off numerous times but I just can't, a quality I had been given by my mother, who had continued to run laps around my father every time he cheated on her.

I guess I wasn't blessed with reliable parents, I grumble in defeat as I put on my dress shoes, "Yeah, okay," I said not daring to touch her since I could smell her from here.

As we brought my Audi from the garage I start it up running a hand through my auburn hair, "You look handsome maybe we should cut home early tonight," I fought the urge to turn and glare, I miss my Opal, the girl who's brain revolved around her dreams and aspirations, not around whether a guys bed sheets are warmer than her own.

"No, my step mother's career is riding on tonight, I am going to give her my full support," I said turning into the paved driveway and spot several guests walking in and out of the mansion.

My father is from old money, his family were very wealthy people and now, as an alcoholic he is wasting it all. My stepmother is a kind woman, my mother was the one who turned into a scornful witch, which is ironic since she is the lady scorned, and my father had clearly cheated on her. Yet my mother is always plotting against the person who had served no harm, clogging my nose I grab Opal's hand as we move towards the door.

When I knocked it took less than four seconds for somebody to answer. I smile down at my stepmother who stood proudly by my father; something my mother had failed to do since she was always out spending my father's every dime.

My mother is Spanish and my father is from New York. I took on most of my mother's attributes with her hair, skin and eye colouring. My father's staunch build and motivational drive is the only thing I have inherited from him.

"Padre," I said to my father who nodded, I had learnt Spanish in high school as to impress my mother, I look at April Hoult my stepmother, "Evening," I said kissing her cheek.

I felt my hand suddenly being pulled back, I turn to look at April who gasped then looked at Opal her eyes widening as she sniffed the air, my father's expression was distraught as he stared at Opal's barely covered body.

I look back at Opal the jealousy filling out in her deep brown eyes, I wanted to throttle her and yell that April is nothing more than my stepmother, she is obviously a few hairs short since we can all tell the difference between what is sexual and what isn't.