Additional chapter.

They called me a slut, a whore, a bitch, and a sexing toy with no essence because I changed my boyfriends every week.

I changed them faster than I changed my clothes. I never have been in any serious relationship except with him. It was because I got bored of them quickly and I had no choice but to dump them. It's not like we did anything to break the record we just kissed and hung out occasionally, with nothing supplementary.

Though some of them had different motives as to why they dated me. Some for money, some for sex though they never thrived, some dated me to gain popularity from me since I was the school queen bee at that time while others dated me because they were forced to by their families.

And I dated to escape actuality.

I dated and dumped half of the school including good-looking young teachers and some pretty lasses of the school. I never cared whether those teachers had families or girlfriends I cared about my satisfaction foremost as long as they hang out with me whenever I needed them. It wasn't that fun but anyway I did it.

I didn't only date guys but correspondingly some pretty girls and that's how my fate got tangled with Hazel 'Palmer' with was gay by nature. It has always been easy for me to use and toss out but that didn't work out with Hazel. The moment I got bored of her and told her I no longer want to cross paths with her the girl went ballistic on me.

She was a pain in the butt who kept on bugging around me and no matter how hard I told her I was straight the girl never left me alone so I had no choice but to use Tom as an escape plan but little did I know I was only digging his grave.

Though I feel horrendous about his death but can't even do anything about it. Do I have to do anything, then I will have to take my own life to puzzle out the problem since am the reason why he lost his life.

Well, I did much inexcusable and disgusting stuff including drinking and smoking dangerous essences. I can differentiate every single drug with just one sniff and anyway it's not too shocking since am also a dealer.

My parents are the ones to condemn all the bad stuff that I have committed since I was below eighteen and I didn't know what I was doing. I was born to wealthy parents who never even took care of me since I was two. The old nanny who was also like my mammy died when I was fourteen but my parents didn't give a dark shit about his death not even attending her burial in person but sent their damn secretary and freaking money.

They have never been home for any of my birthdays but rather they send costly gifts and letters. I have never read any of those letters and surprisingly they didn't touch them when they replaced everything in my compartment. They never took responsibility as parents maybe that's how I ended up being a nonchalant haul who resented eyeing anyone delighted when I wasn't mainly those who chattered about how good their parents were.

I hated to believe that my parents never loved me or never took care of me even one time and that's how I ended up hurting innocent human beings. That doesn't excuse my behaviors over those people who suffer in my arrows.

Life is all about moving forward and letting go of the past.