Afraid Of One Thing

“You’re gorgeous, rich, incredibly smart and fearless!”

Fearless? I’m not sure about that.

“You’re perfect Drea, what else can you have?”
Perfect.

Nobody’s perfect, you see.

I may be smart; I guess I got it from my parents. I may be rich; money is never a problem to my family. I may look beautiful to others; probably because they don’t know who I really am.

My name is Alexandrea Varner.

I don’t think love is a requirement in the type of marriage my parents have.

My father does not love my mom nor find her attractive in any way and my mother doesn’t either. They’re married for the sake of making money. In front of everyone else, they’re the best actors and you’ll even think they’re made for each other.

My sister, Henrietta, got abused by her 2nd boyfriend at the age of 18 and with the help of my family’s money, the bastard is now behind bars. My brother is a player. He treats girls like toys and he doesn’t give a damn whether they get pregnant and starve.

Would you agree it’s understandable if I say that I’m afraid of LOVE?