Faith

I have Rob's servants bring me supper into my room. I put on Netflix and open up the new episode of 'Clean True'. I am on season eight, and so far, Luisa has tried to fall for Amary, but she is still straight. It reminds me of the fight Nickel and I had. Jon can't be straight. I know Jose and Rob are eating dinner, because I hear them talking, but I hear two other voices, but they are muted compared to the booming voices of the two older men. They could be two co-workers.

I keep watching Netflix well into the night. I know that tomorrow I'm going shopping, so I have to wake early so I can work out so I can fit into the size 1 pants, and to get prepared for the day long event. I hate shopping.

I climb into the warm, soft pink bed, and close my eyes, and go to bed.

"Yes, of course you'll need to eat breakfast!" Jóse chants while Rob comes into the dining room with a well-fit crimson suit. He smiles, his teeth vibrant and white.

"Good morning, Faith. From what I've heard, are you not hungry?"

I nod, "Yeah, sorry dad."

"It's fine! Let's go!" He wraps his broad arm around my shoulders and walks us out.

We've been in the mall for about two hours now and my dad's boughten more than three wardrobes full of clothing. We're sitting at a Barnes and Nobles.

"So, you happy on what we got?" Rob asks me while stuffing chocolate ice cream into his petite mouth. I shrug.

"Yes," I take a bite, "But my step-dad will probably find out and throw it out…" I notice him flinch.

"Keep it in your room. I don't mind." He smiles.

"Ok, but I don't think Jeremy likes you. Whenever I ask to come see you, he says no. When you called for my birthday last year, he answered and pretend you called the wrong number." I stifling. I remember to breathe, and I smile at Rob, who looks concerned. I grab the bags, and head to the car.

When we get home, I try on a large sweater, leggings, and boots. I love the way the way it makes me feel and look. I wish Nickel could see me now. I take clothes off, and fold them neatly. I put them away in the wardrobe. I put on sweatpants and a tank top. I think I want to go home now, I've had my dose of rich and famous and want to chill at home.

After the drive home and saying goodbyes, I head upstairs and lay on my bed, trying not to call Nickel. I'm still upset that she didn't tell me…

I Don't believe her still.

Never will.

I wish he was gay.