Wild Bastard by Ella Savitskaya (book suggestions .txt) 📕

I might never have known the financial problems if my own father hadn't left me in the orphanage.

The nurses told me in secret that he arrived in the latest Mercedes, all dressed up, and handed me over to the principal with a squeamish look. According to that story, the watch on his hand alone was worth as much as their annual salary, if not more. He just left me as an unwanted toy that rich sponsors had spoiled us with. He gave up his own daughter. I always wondered why.

What could have happened to make a man do that to a child? Was he in trouble, perhaps? Or did something else make him do it? I didn't want to accept the idea that he had done it of his own free will. I had created a fairy tale for myself, and I naively believed it to this day. At least some kind of fairy tale in my life should be present. And that makes it easier to live...

So now, after sitting for a few minutes, I gather my strength. I get up, wipe away the echoes of the tears that never came out, and head for the bus stop to the bar. I'll stay there for now. I won't tell Mrs. Blanchard, of course, but I hope it won't take long.

In the afternoon, Lana comes to the bar. When I have the afternoon shift, she always tries to get here early. She has nothing to do at home, so she spends her time here. I don't mind. Suddenly I didn't notice how much I was looking forward to her visits.

"Hey, Reenah" The girl in the light pink sundress kisses me on the cheek and plops down on the bar stool.

"Hey" I nod in response, taking my eyes off my laptop for a moment. While the bar is empty, I decided to run through the ads for apartments for rent.

"How are you? I heard there was a party at Sergio's last night, were you there?"

The memory of Lana's older brother, displaced by this morning's events, swirls before my eyes. His cheeky eyes, his tongue wandering over my skin, his teeth on my nipples. An unexpected arousal rushes through my body when I remember the way he rubbed his cock against me.

The guilt before Lana is grinding me down like a worm, and, sagging under its weight, I look away. In fact, I had nothing to blame myself for, because what that asshole had done was not my intention. But it's just that the intense and incomparable pleasure I've received doesn't diminish my guilt.

"I was. It was the usual, nothing interesting" I shield my shoulders, feeling my cheeks flood with lies. I'm rarely ashamed of anything, but in front of this girl I am.

"Was Mark there?" Lana asks, as if casually, looking at my face.

"Maybe he was, but I didn't see him" I answer honestly, knowing for sure that I would have noticed his presence.

She and her boyfriend have been together for over a month now, and sometimes I enjoy seeing her get jealous of him, although she tries not to show it.

"I see" The girl smiles happily, and then peeks over the bar at the laptop. "What are you looking at?"

I'm glad the conversation about Matthew is over, so I can smile back, forcedly.

"I'm looking for an apartment. I'm without a roof over my head today" I nod at the black, worn-out bag standing alone at my feet.

The face of my closest friend stretches, and her eyes widen.

"How's that? Did the old bat kick you out?"

Lana had only once confronted Mrs. Dean when she was leaving me with the money, not failing to call this lovely creature "another whore," not even embarrassed that we had heard it.

"Yeah" I confirm her hunch and sigh.

"Where are you going to live?"

"Here temporarily, until I find an apartment."

"What do you mean here? "

"In the back room. The main thing is not to let the boss catch me, but I'll be careful."

I'm not quite sure why I'm calming her down, because I'm the one who should be worried, but the look on Lana's face makes me think there's been an apocalypse.

"It's impossible for a human to sleep in the back room!" My sweet unicorn, who lives in a fairy tale world and, luckily, doesn't know what it's like in real life, blurts out in anger.

"Well, it's possible" I shrug nonchalantly and turn my gaze to the door as a visitor enters.

"No. You're not a dog!" The blonde continues to resent me rather loudly. "I do not understand how it is. And I don't want you to spend the night here."

"I don't want to either, but there's no other way out."

I think this is the first time I've ever seen her think about something so seriously. Lana chews her lips for a few seconds, staring at me, and then, as if she's made up her mind, she pulls her phone out of her purse and starts rummaging through it.

While she's doing all this, I walk over to the man behind the counter and take his order. Then I open the beer tap of the keg and fill the glass with the foamy liquid, when suddenly I freeze after hearing Lana's words:

"Hey, Dad, are you busy? I won't be long. Listen, can my friend stay with us for some time? We haven't seen each other in so long. She's visiting her parents for the summer, but I don't want to drive all over the town to meet each other. Do you mind if she stays with us for a week or two?

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