My One And Only

I have been roaming around in circles literally not knowing what to do and what not to do.

I had not framed a plan in my mind when I escaped out of that palatial house.

I could have gone back to Anna Maria’s house but I did not want to be any more burden to anyone plus Madison hated me too much for me to get back there once again unwelcomed.

So here I was three hours passed since I had no luck finding myself a job of any kind.

I did know that for survival I needed cash and for it, I had to find a job even though I have not worked in my entire life until now, I knew it was time for me to pull my socks up and get to work just that I had to yet find one.

I went inside all the restaurants asking or expecting at least somewhere they could fit me in because I was not kitchen friendly at all.

They all had no space for me. Everyone was full or were running on a tight note. I could not say anything more but that I understood.

The next stoppage was the shops, small mini-stores and yet I could not land myself one spot in any of those spots there.

Walking around in my very fashionable clothes for three hours straight had my feet paining with no luck of one good news.

I sat down on the nearby pedestal, huffing and sighing out of tiredness. Never in my life had I worked so hard for anything although it went all in vain.

I took out the second croissant that I took from that house and started eating it. I had no damn money not even fifty bucks with me to buy myself lunch and I was very hungry.

I had to save the last croissant for my dinner if I could not land myself a job in the next few hours. I would be both homeless and with nothing.

Never have I in my life ever thought or dreamt of such a day that I would have to live one day.

If only if I did not listen to my parents and continued my studies and landed myself even a small job, I would not have to live this day.

A lone tear escaped my eyes, I rubbed it off with the back of my hand. I felt so helpless and worthless.

I could see all these people walking to and fro, men and women, all busy at work. All of them work hard to earn their living while I used to just live off of others.

Maybe this was God’s way of punishing me for all those times when I spent without the care of the world.

In my heart, I could not stop ranting at how much I hated my daddy, mom, Josh, his parents and everyone else but I knew I was the one that I should be hating more than anyone else because eventually down the line, I signed myself for this kind of life.

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Kian woke up to find that the mystery woman was nowhere. He got up in alert thinning what if his aunt found out.

So he stormed out of his room, slipping in a white t-shirt and he had no idea of how he got on the bed for he remembered too clearly that he had slept on the sofa last night.

But then he stopped when he saw a white note on his study table just near the door.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

There was no such kind of white sheet kept on it last night. He picked it up and unfolded the piece of paper only to see it being addressed to him. It was a letter.

His morning eyes read through it and could not help but admire the handwriting. It was so smooth and lucid.

While reading it, he walked inside his closet to see that one of his shirt and pants were missing. Her torn off dress was folded in its place.

Was he so dead asleep when she roamed around his room and closet, stealing his clothes, wearing them and then even got enough time to write him a letter stating she was only burrowing his clothes and not stealing them before leaving?

He folded the letter and threw it in the dustbin. He also kicked the torn dress off in the bin. It was not a good kickstart morning at all.

He did not like it when people went through his belongings. He hated such kind.

What he did not understand was how could his guards let a stranger pass by wearing his signature clothes??

But then they must have recalled her as him carrying her inside the mansion by himself.

He could only pray that his aunt was not awake at the time when she escaped. He was in no mood to explain a shit to anyone.

What was the damn woman’s name again?? He thought for he never caught her name even after him knowing what her entire life had been like, knowing her ex-fiance and bringing her home and her borrowing his clothes.

He bent down to pick up the crumpled sheet to know her name if she wrote it anywhere and then he found it, below the last paragraph.

“Tinsley???”

He pronounced the name, trying to see how it felt like to be named out. It was not some kind of an uncommon name or the most unique one.

But there was something about the name… he felt like he had known that name all his life.

He slipped the letter in his pants pocket before heading off to shower. He needed a clear mind to go to work after all the shenanigans he had gone through in the last twenty-four hours.

Inside the shower stall, he could not help but pray that he did not have to come in face to face with that bratty woman ever in his life.

His life would be in peace then.