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Ring

"Your mother called," Miya showed me her phone. I raised my brow at her. "You're coming to the dinner later? With your family and the Monteserio's?"

Monteserio. 

I shook my head. There's no way in hell that I will dine with that f-cking family.

"Tell her I'm busy." I coldly said. Miya doubtfully looked at me. I know she is confused as to why I declined the invitation.

"Are you sure?" She taunted with a grimace on her face. Clearly not sure of what I said. She knows that I am slave to my own parents. 

I sighed and nodded before lying on my bed. I took a break for work. I don't know how long it should be, but I know that this would really take longer. Or I can't even call this a break. I just want to rest. 

"It's your Mom, Trin." Miya said while looking at me. I just raised my brow again. And if it's Mom? What should I do? Nothing. I don't want to face any of them because I don't want to be more stressed.

They will invite me for dinner and what? Embarrass me in front of everyone. They will roast me to death. They will definitely talk about how I am so different from my twin, how am I a huge disappointment to everyone and such. I'm sick of listening to the same old song. If they try to play it again, better not when I'm around. 

If I was the old me, I would have wanted to have dinner with them because I wanted to make them 'proud'. Well, that was it. Apparently it's different now because I'm tired. I'm tired of pleasing other people. I'm tired of trying so hard to be noticed by them, and hoping that they'll be able to see my achievements and all. I'm tired. This time, this is for real. I don't want to be involved with them. I am completely shutting them down. I won't recognize any family especially that from the very beginning, they didn't consider me as a part of them, their family. I was the unwanted, and now I refuse to be wanted. Let them take care of their own lives and talk shit about it. For all I care. 

"Why the f-ck are you crying?!" Miya rushed to my side. She quickly inspected my whole body as if she was looking for something that hurted me to be crying like this. 

Stupid.

My heart hurts. No one can see how shattered my heart is right now because I am too good at playing pretend. 

"Beautrin, what the f-ck?!" Miya shouted loudly as I began to sob while holding the hemn of her shirt tightly like my life depends on it. 

"It hurts. It hurts so much Miya..." I cried.

Miya softened her gaze and hugged me. She gently caressed my back. "Shush, where does it hurt? Who hurt our Trin, hmm?" She said softly as she continued stroking my hair.

"I-I want to go there..." I whispered painfully. I want to be with my family. I want to feel them, I want to feel that they're on my side. It's just... It's just that I'm sick too. So sick to be with them.. But I am sicker to assume that they'll be able to accept me as part of them. 

"Then, why don't you go, hm?" Miya asked gently.

"B-because it hurts... M-my heart hurts. T-they hurt me... M-my heart hurts whenever I see them, but I still want to be with them even though I'm hurting and breaking..." I sobbed. I heard Miya sighed while hugging me.

She knows how bad my relationship is with my family. She knows that for years, I was living not for myself, but to make them proud. I pursued modeling because that is what my heart wants. My parents told Beatriz that she should follow and pursue what her heart desires. Beatriz became an engineer and I became a model. The most paid and a famous one in the country. But they...

They don't like my career...at all.

They weren't very supportive of me since then. But I never planted any jealousy and anger towards my twin. I was never angry at her. I love her even though...she doesn't love me as much as I do to her. 

My family wanted me to quit and pursue medicine. But I don't want that! That is not what my heart desires so why...why will I follow that?

My whole life, I devoted it to nothing but on making them proud. Make them feel that I choose the right one, the right path for myself. But everytime we meet with the whole family, they never fail to make me feel like I don't belong at all. They always talk about how dissapointed they were at what I've chosen myself to be into, but we never talked about how bad and biased they are when it comes to me.

Sometimes, I do think that maybe... I might be adopted? Because why would they destroy me? Their own blood, right? 

"Hush now, Trin. They don't deserve your tears, please... Hold on..." I heard the tremor in her voice as she spoke so I cried even more.

"Beautrin...shall I bring Tammy here?" she asked gently but I shook my head.

I have other plans for tonight. I want to forget everything for a while.

***

"Put your hands up in the air, everybody!!!"

I smirked when I saw Tamia dancing crazily on the dance floor. Along with her was Miya who was constantly pulling Tamia towards our table but the woman didn't want to. 

I drank the glass of pineapple juice straight away.

All I want right now is to get drunk and completely forget everything for a while. I want to feel like I am living for myself and not for everyone else.

But how am I going to do that when I don't even feel like drinking something alcoholic! This is so frustrating! I want to get drunk but I am stuck with this stupid pineapple juice!

I snorted bitterly.

I looked at the bottle of three vodkas. Two are lying down while the other is still standing and only half full.

I took my glass before pouring some with it. I took a picture of the bottle while my glass was in my hand.

Drunk in Love. I captioned it on my I*******m story. I browsed on my feeds and I stumbled upon my twin sister's i*******m post. It was posted an hour ago.

The first photo was her hands...

My lips parted and swiped some more. My tears started to blur my sight but still continue to look for the other photos she posted.

The second one shattered my heart.

It was a photo of her hands again, but with a ring on her ring finger.

Bind by God and destiny. Will stay forever 'til eternity. I'm engaged!

The caption on her post made me sob.

And the last one was a photo of her and...Claus. He was hugging her from the back, face buried on her neck while she was proudly showing her hand with a ring.

And before I know it...

I broke down again. God! How long will I have to endure? I am so tired. Please, let me rest.