The Billionaire...?

I woke up with a killing pain in my head. The sunlight beamed through the windows and hit every corner of my eyelids. Slowly I started moving and finally sat up, rubbing my hands against my face. The warm, silky covers covered my absolutely naked body. “What the fucking hell happened?” I whisper to myself.

Oh right, my birthday was yesterday. I got out of bed and put on my clothes, but when I touched my bra I remembered someone taking it off. I started remembering everything from that night. It all hit me like a brick. I came here with Juliet, rocked out on the dance floor and then went somewhere with a guy. I believe that somewhere was this room.

My breath got faster when I realized what I just did. I just had sex with a stranger.

I looked towards the bed but nobody else was in the room except me. My mind was in full alert of panicking. I ran out as fast as I could when I put on all the clothes. I got into a cab and luckily had some money with me. Surprisingly…

The cab driver got me to my apartment and I ran again, this time it was like I ran for my life. I came to my door and unlocked it in less than thirty seconds. “Juliet!” I yell. I heard a door open and slam closed as fast footsteps were heard through the place. “Alison! Your hair is a total mess, where were you, what did you do, who were you with and why the hell are you wearing your shirt wrong?” she asked all at once. I looked at myself and yeah, I had my shirt on wrong.

“Oh my god Juliet…” I whisper and head over to her to get a hug. “I can’t… I had sex with a stranger,” I quietly said and began to sob. “Are you kidding me? If you saw him, would you know it was him?”

I nodded. I could never forget those blue electric eyes. With only one look I filled with excitement. “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. It was just your birthday and I am happy that you weren’t a virgin,” she gave me a cheering smile.

“Yeah, I guess so… I think I should get to work. I have to write that stupid essay.”

“Well, enjoy. I’m going out to the café, someone is giving tips on getting a job,” she smiled.

The essay had a really awful theme. Love. How the hell can you describe love? In four pages! So I wrote only one page in like two hours… I might just start copying my homework from the internet and everyone’s happy then. My phone rang with the “Six Feet Under The Stars” song.

“Hello?” I pick up, not bothering to check the I.D. of the caller. “Hey, it’s me, Ian. Beth and I are about to hit the pool, you wanna join?” Ian asked me. “Yeah, I guess. But I’ll need your help with my essay, deal?”

“Deal!”

I got to his place and saw the beautiful pool. Juliet seemed to already be there. And she looked quite happy. “Hey guys, why are you so cheery?” I ask her. “I can’t describe the hottest man alive. He’s just perfect! I mean, this face, that voice, that suit!”

“Could you start by telling me his name?” I ask. “I don’t know his name… I forgot it. He was looking for a PA and I have an appointment next month,” she smiled. “Next month?” why next month when you can do it tomorrow. “Yeah, his PA is leaving in two months, she’s pregnant and I’m scheduled next month, first Monday.”

We kept talking about that on and on and on until I pushed Ian into the pool along with Juliet. Beth then pushed me and I swear to god I am going to kill them all. One at a time. People won’t even realize they’re dead once I drown them. “You’re planning on killing us?!” Ian faked hurt. “Yes, all of you. Out of our conversation you didn’t help me get any ideas for my essay!”
Juliet sighed. “You haven’t written it yet?”

“Just one page… and it’s about love!”

“That means you need to take classes of what love is. Come on, we need to teach you some stuff,” Beth evilly giggled and I knew they are planning on torturing me. “What are you going to teach me? How to love?” I ask sarcastically.

Everybody in the room pretty much thought to teach me how to love… It’s not something you can just learn from lectures or something. Maybe I can just pretend I already know everything.

“Sweetheart, come along, you need to learn, come on!” Beth squealed like it was the most exciting thing in the world. “Ok, what do I have to learn?” I ask with a raised eyebrow and my horrible acting skills. “First of all…” and the lecture begins.

About two and a half hours passed since I had to listen to their stupid love lecture. I don’t believe in lo love. Not since that stupid guy from high school.

I had a teacher. He was about twenty-nine years old and I was sixteen. My family thought of him as a very nice guy. My sister, Amber, she was ten years old that time. And my brother, Mason, he was 19. My teacher couldn’t stay away from me, which I found very disturbing. He always came near me, he always touched me, tried hugging me, all sort of things.

My opinion on all of this, was simply horrible. He couldn’t leave me alone at all. Somehow, he got my phone number and tried calling me so many times. Then he would just appear in front of my house and asked if we could go out!

It got worse and worse. My parents still thought it was nothing, that he wanted to give me extra credit or something. But I don’t think that was it.

One day, I purposely made my phone record our conversation when he asked me to stay after class, to ask me something. I still remember his words clearly.

We were made for each other and there is nothing you can do about it. We love each other, we need to be together all the time, I can’t live without you Alison.

Then he just tried hugging me and kissing me, but I was thankfully able to protect myself. I kicked him hard in his manhood and ran out of the school, screaming and crying. I ran as fast as I could and I believe I ran about twenty minutes until I got home.

My parents were inside and they saw me crying, pulled me into a hug and that’s when I showed them the recording. They asked the police to put my teacher away from me. He got fired.

But one night, after I came home from therapy, I didn’t hear anybody. The TV was on, and dad didn’t answer me. I believed he was asleep. Then I went upstairs. My sister’s room was never open at night, she was scared of monsters. When I came inside, I saw Mason was on the bed with her. I smiled, but when I saw that there was something dripping from the edge of the bed, my smile faded.

I came closer and closer. And that’s when my heart sank and shattered into pieces. Her body was stabbed. Along with Mason’s. They were both… dead.

Tears formed in my eyes before I could even scream. And I thankfully didn’t.

I then ran to my room, but saw the door of the master bedroom open and I heard my mother’s scream.

I hid under my bed and my mother was then sprawled over the floor in my room, with him on top of her. He asked her so many times where I was, but when she turned around, she saw me with tears. He asked her again, and she was still looking at me and then answered that I was at the movies.

I shook my head trying to tell her not to lie, and just say I was under the bed. But she didn’t listen. She got stabbed right in front of my eyes and then he left.

Since that night I never went out, I locked myself inside and got scared every minute when I heard the slightest noise. I got nightmares every night. I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t live, couldn’t think.


My family was gone. I was all alone. Juliet’s parents offered me to stay with them and I gladly took the offer. I couldn’t be alone. The police caught him and locked him away. But the lawyer wanted him to be executed. Which I agree with.

He is the reason I never let myself fall in love, let alone like a guy. I was afraid.

But then I had to take some pills and whatnot, and at the end of my high school years I got a boyfriend, a loving guy that actually cared about me. But I never told him about my past. Nobody except Juliet and her family knew everything.

“EARTH TO ALISON!” Jessica and Ethan yell at the same time. I snap out of my thoughts and Juliet knew something was wrong. “Um, guys, can you give me and Alison a moment alone, please?” Juliet asked.

They nodded and left the room.

My mind raced back to five years ago when it all happened. I remembered the night clearly and I swear I was going to die if I see that man again. “Hey… don’t… don’t cry, please… he’s gone, he’s not going to hurt you anymore, I promise you that!”

I tried to agree with her but I couldn’t stop myself from crying. In more than four months, I remembered the night again. I remembered it all.

“Come on, let’s forget about that damn essay, they’ll write it. You and I are going out to the mall and buy you some good clothes, what do you say?” she helped me up and wiped away my tears. I smiled and gave her an approving nod.

“Good girl. Now go get ready, we’re going shopping!”

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