I don’t care

Chapter 3

I was already putting on the tenth stick of citrates but I could still feel every pain .

I thought that smoking would make my pain go away but it is a fucking lie .

I could still feel every pain and even though I tried to put my head off it , I just couldn’t bring myself to do it .

For five good years, I had been mourning a man who was fucking my own mom.

Even though I was trying not to think about the stuff that had happened, I just couldn’t keep that scene off my head.

How could she do that to me, after everything that we had gone through together.

That’s my mom , she’s supposed to take care of me and love me .

I know that I have not been the perfect daughter but I made sure that I did the best for her. What have I done to deserve this kind of cruel treatment from her?

The fact that she isn’t the only involved in this and even my so called sister is also amongst it was making me go insane already .

I trusted the wrong people .

I trusted the people that I called family and they shattered my heart into different tiny pieces.

Never did I think that my life was ever going to go south like this .

I know that I might not be the best child but what could I possibly do that would make my mom fuck my fiancee and even help him fake his death not only that, she has two babies for him, for my man, the one I love so much, how could she do that to me after everything that we have been through.

The fact that my sister knows about it too and acted like she had no fucking idea was killing me .

They never loved me , they never cared about me , I was never a part of their family because if I was , then they wouldn’t have done that to me .

I grabbed the second bottle of vodka that I had just ordered and just as I was about to glump it down , someone held my hands .

I struggled within myself and opened my eyes to know who had done that short stuff , but when I opened my eyes , it was no other than him .

“‘The fuck ?”

What is he doing here and how did he find me ?

So many questions filled my heart , but I just didn’t know how I was going to answer them , I needed to answer them .

“You called me dummy “

He casually grabs me up from where I sat and that was when I noticed the card he had given me just by my left , I had called him in my own drunken state .

“ that was a fucking mistake , pls let me go , I want nothing to do with you all , you all are bunch of mistakes , I hate you “ I whispered hitting his chest with my hands even though I knew that my hit on his chest had no fucking pain pn him .

****

I didn’t know where the man was driving me to and I didn’t trust him , but I just don’t care about where he was taking me to , I think I had way worse cases to think about .

If the people I call family can betray me like this , then I don't think that it will be hard for anyone to do this to me .

He drove me into a beautiful house .

Even in my drunken state . I could tell that this place looked good .

He stopped the car , walked out and then opened my own side of the car and carried me out .

I wrapped my hands around his neck as he carried me into the house .

I knew that this was the only person that really cared about me , at least he carried me .

I felt my back touch a soft comfy place and I smiled as I turned to watch .

The moment he had dropped me , he moved away from me and was about walking out of the room when I stopped him .

“Come lay beside me “

I wouldn’t deny the fact that right now I am under the influence of alcohol .

But I just wanted him to be close to me , I couldn’t remember the last time I saw a man body

The man hesitated for a while but suddenly he laid beside me .

I turned to him and wrapped my hands around his waist .

I knew that the next thing that I was going to do , I would regret it but I just didn’t care .

I touched his nipples slightly and his body seemed to react to it so quickly but he immediately grabbed my hands .

“I know you are drunk And I know that you do not want to do this “

I pulled away from him and smiled .

You think I care about anything , you think my problem right now is who I fuck ?

My mom has been dating my fiance for years and even had two kids for him and made him fake his death and made me mourn the bastard for years , but what did I catch them doing today?

I met my own mother on the kitchen with her legs spread wide open for my own fiancee that I thought had died , the bastard I had been mourning and he was drilling her hole , he was fucking my mom, my fiancee was fucking my mom , the bastard , that bastard and do you know the fucking truth , they all knew about their affair , my mom my sister and his family and they kept it away from me , all this years .

I literally wasted my life mourning that bastard , and this is what I get , then tell me more , tell me I should be bothered about who I sleep with .

The tears were pouring out of my eyes by the time I finished talking .

The man grabbed me closer and pulled me back to the bed , this time he hugged me tightly and only our breath could be heard .

I hesitated for a while , but then I raised up my head to kiss him and when I did , he never pulled away , he kissed me back grabbing my boobs at the same time