CHAPTER 1

David Peterson's pov:

"How much did you made today? ", Mr. Wilson asked as he was counting the dollars in his hand, "It's 5300$ Sir, the woman I did it with was not a rich and a high class family one but I managed to get this much", I replied to him as I stood with my hands behind. It was five in the evening and I was done for the day. Thank God.

"This is not enough.... my son, you have to make 7000$ per day, do you even understand me you fucking cunt? ", he detonated in anger while i still stood the same. 

"I am sorry Sir, i will try to make more money tomorrow", I asked for his pardon but it was of no use when he stood up from his chair and made his way towards me.

"Sorry is never enough, David. If it was, then why would I keep you with me..... Hm?..... You should know that I hate sorrys" he stated as he took out his knife and stabbed it in my arm as he dragged it down until he reached my wrist. It was just the tip of the knife so it won't leave a deep cut but still it hurts like hell. I hissed in pain but he pressed the wound with his other hand.

"Remember that i was the one who adopted you from the orphanage or you would've been homeless, asshole", he said the truth which I've been hearing for the past three years.

Verbal abuse was something which was his everyday language towards me.

"Now leave my room before I bury you alive", I bowed down to him and left the room. I went out of the mansion and made my way to the nearest park which was just a walkable distance from the grand house. I didn't care about the wound and the sturdy liquid flowing and dripping down on the floor.

This is my everyday life since I was 18. Everyday fucking some rich women and getting money from them. It is almost like a rape for me but I can't do anything. There is no background support because I don't have any family other than Mr. Wilson. I don't even understand  why he is making me do this. I've always been in the dark since I was fifteen because of him.

Even sorry doesn't make him understand anything because even I don't know why I'm apologising for something I don't even know the reason of. He has been taking care of me for almost five to six years but still I can't call him dad. Although I used to call him dad before, everything is vanished now since the day I turned eighteen.

Boys my age would be having girlfriends and even wife but I can't even think about talking with a girl with my situation. Having one heartbreak is enough than to get hurt by girls who don't give a fuck about my feelings. More than that, I have to worry about economics which I've been failing for almost all my school life.

Sitting in the park always makes me calm and let me think about my Shug who was always with me in the orphanage but she got adopted before me. I took the locket from my necklace which was hidden under my shirt and kissed it while a tear rolled down my cheek.

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Isla Brown's pov:

The bell of the Cafe shop rang which indicates the new customer, i quickly came out from the counter and greeted them in a formal way. "Good morning Sir, please take a seat", i smiled as i took out my pen and a small book out of my apron to get his orders. 

"what would you like to order today?", I asked him as I smiled at him to show my kindness.

"I would like to order a Vietnamese Coffee and a Speck toast", he replied to me as he looked up and smiled at me, "You will get it in 10 minutes sir" I said and went to the counter to make his order.

I finished making it and went to give his order. Then i went back to my counter as i see the customers teeming the Cafe. My Cafe is a well-known one in Galena. I am a University student doing my major in economics,  I am 19 years old who have big dreams to be fulfilled . This is my source of living. I bought this cafe for rent but sometimes when i am bored, i just act as a waiter giving my employees some rest for the rest of the day but they get payed.

Being done for the day, I sat at the table with my latte after the last customer for today made his way outside. The aroma inside the coffee shop was so much good and warm that I think of eating the air which gives the delicious smell. I took my latte and placed the cup under my nose to smell the latte. Even this smell was filled up with a different kind of vibe which I didn't had a name to give.

I always dream about having my own coffee shop which will have more of DIY objects than wasting money buying one.

I took my phone and started surfing through the Internet and soon got a call from my friend, Lucas. I tapped the green button and placed the phone on my right ear.

"Chae, I need your help and it's urgent" , Lucas said while I yawned due to feeling tired after a hot day.

"What is it this time?..... If it's about stealing a cat again then I'm not sure whether I'll be able to help though ", I said to him as I always have a packed schedule.

"I swear it's not about that....I have a friend who is in the same school as us but from different department. He has been failing in Economics for almost all his lif--"

"Oh... you mean David Peterson ? The one who is always failing in that subject", I asked him as I took a sip from my latte.

"You know him?...I mean he is popular but still good girls like you won't know that much about him", Lucas said as he let out a laugh at the end of the sentence.

"Dude, I ain't that good to be honest and I only know about him because he is the topic which my teacher talks about in economics class", I said.

"Of course because his dad is filthy ri",

"Nah, it's because he always fails in economics--"

"But he is a topper in other subjects", Lucas cut her off at her mid sentence.

"Still... Okay fine. I'll tutor him" I said as I gave up on making Lucas understand the situation. Like this, even I can study while tutoring him.

David Peterson is someone who everyone in our school knows about due to his poor marks in economics. He is a top student in all the other subjects but in this particular one, he sucks. Even our Economics teacher, Ms. John, can't find a perfect solution for this mystery. He has everything a girl dreams of in a man but I'm too busy to even notice what is so special about this human.