My friends told me that they watched the show until 12in the evening, that time i was drunk. "Forget it, Sarah. I will go to my room now. My baby is waiting for me, and he is crying now. Thank you for your kindness, Sarah." She went home, and she said that she never saw Vince after the show. She only saw his band mate, Joshua. But that time, i was lying on the floor, alone by myself.
I did not completed, eight hours of sleep that day. I need to take care of my baby. I need to take him a bath. I can clearly see his face, the voice of Vince and the monster whom raped me inside the room are the same. He is tall, and he is soft spoken. I just remember, i touches his face as he hug me thighly. I thought that i waa just having a night mare. Since, i used to watched horror, and suspenseful movies.
"Faith, do you believe in monster or a ghost?," i asked my friend when she visited in the house, one Sunday afternoon. "No, i dont believe it, friend." Faith answered. "I used to read some horror and fiction novels, but i really dont believe in ghost and monster. Maybe, you are just having a night mare. Why dont you pray or read some bible, it can help you," she replied. "I used to day dream about Vince, he is my ideal man." She remain silent. "Oh, i see. That's why you waa overjoyed that night. You almost forgot yourself." She just remined me not to take to much of alcoholuc drink. Since, it was just the first time of my life that i take an alcohol beverages.
"Are you okay,Arianne? Did you saw your step brother, Billy? He is turning 52 years old on Sunday, and he will going to celebrate it at the beach resort, but i'm afraid to go there since, i dont know how to swim," my mom Ailene Steven told me. She is already 75 years old, but she looked younger at her age. She is beauty concoius. I am her adopted daughter. My biological mom left me since i waa 8 years old. My biological mother is the first cousin of Mommy Ailene, the one who adopted me. Her husband is Charlie Steven, 77 years old, he is a business owner. They owned a groceries store inside the wet market. They have a son named 'Billy'. He is a ramp model. Billy did'nt finished his studies since, he is not a studios person. He dont like studying. He just like to play basketball and swimming. He like sports.
Billy's body is masculine. He is so sexy. Every Saturday he went on a gym, and every Sunday he went on his favorite sports, swimming and playing basketball. He treated me nice. He is my step brother, but i dont used to speak to him. Billy is my crush, but he is the son on my adopted mom.
"Arianne, are you thinking of someone?," my adopted morher asked me. "No, mom. I just feel tired. I just want to watched some movies or maybe i'll just watched the concert of my favorite singer, Nick Carter. I have his videos on my celphone," my mom said. "I noticed that you are really fond of handsome guy's like Nick," she answered. "Ha, ha..you are funny, mom." that is so true. I really like handsome guys. "Listen Arianne, i wanna tell you a secret," mom told me. "So, what is it mom?," she sat beside me.
.She looked around and see to it that no one is around. "Billy, is not our real son. Arianne, please dont tell this to anyone. Billy is the son of our housemaid. My husband Charlie and Billy's mom, our housemaid had a relationship for a very long time. Charlie wants to divorce me, since he find out that i cannot give him a baby. Until, one day, i have discovered that our housemaid is his first girlfriend when thhe is still young." she told me their secret.
"Billy's mom was diagnosed of breast cancer. She died five years ago. Billy does'nt find out about her real mom since his father Charlie took him," i remained silent while im listening to her stories. So, i have a big chance on Billy's heart. That waa a good news for me.
"Why are you laughing, Arianne? I guess, you are happy. Are you done watching movies?," mom asked me. I smiled. I hug my baby. I just realized what my friend told me. Monster's are just a part of my night mare. It is not true. Maybe, Billy is my soulmate or perhaps, my destiny.