Chapter 33: chapter 33

Jeremy's POV-------------------"Can you fucking stop asking for dolls? You're not a girl. Do I have to remind you every time?" "Stop stealing my lipstick...""Why did I give birth to a weakling like you?" "I can't feed you anymore!" "Just die" My mom would always thrash me with those words. I used to live with her in a small run-down apartment where she brought different men every night. Some of them would even harass me, and she would just blame me over and over for having a girly face and a small body.Sometimes she wouldn't come for days and I kept myself alive by stealing food from the neighbours and food stalls in the streets. That day I got caught while I was trying to grab a bun from a shop below our apartment building. Mom just happened to come home, the shopkeeper told her about my act and demanded money from her. Mom got so angry for having to pay. She dragged me inside the apartment and started beating me with everything she got. The slap I received from the shopkeeper was already unbearable. I thought I would die that day. "Why do you keep bringing unhappiness into my life?" I remember her screaming while grabbing my neck with her both hands. "Just die!!" Her wish would've come true. If that boy hadn't come and attacked her on the head with a brick, I would've died that day. The boy then grabbed my hand and ran out of the apartment building and toward the alleyway that I didn't recognise."You killed my mom!!" I screamed at him on the way. "No, I just hit her. That doesn't kill a person," he argued back."But she was my mom!" "Yeah? She was going to kill you," he scoffed, walking while still grabbing my hands."How did you even get there?" I asked."I was there to steal," he told me. I didn't say anything after that. I understood. He must have been so hungry. Just like me. And he saved me. I didn't have anything to argue with him anymore. "What's your name?" I asked him."Zeco Alves," "My name is Jeremy. Just Jeremy"Zeco then took me to an abandoned building where there was another boy. Rodas.From that moment on, we three lived together in the streets, stations, and some abandoned buildings. It was far better than living with Mom.I didn't miss her. There was nothing, not a single good memory I could think of her. So, I allowed myself to forget about her with time.  -----------I slowly open my eyes once I'm sure that Zeco has fallen asleep. I usually avoid thinking about the past but today I just couldn't stop myself.Besides, I couldn't sleep. Zeco was so rough today. I don't understand why he looked so pissed all of a sudden. My phone vibrates on the table multiple times. I stretch my hand to grab it but I couldn't.Zeco's heavy arm is wrapped around my waist, preventing me from making any movement. So, I turn to look at his sleeping face. Even a man like him looks cute when his features are all relaxed. His short golden hair is overgrown. I wonder if he is planning to keep it long this time. It's funny how I can't even ask him about this casual thing.My and Zeco's relationship has always been complicated. People think we are close. Maybe we were close as kids but it somehow turned into either sex or business thing. Well, feelings got involved from my side but I have learned to accept the truth that my feelings would always be one-sided. Zeco Alves doesn't give a fuck about the thing called feelings. But he sure loves my body. Don't he? Though he acts like he doesn't want that too. It's ok. Sometimes, I also act like I don't love him anymore. It's easier that way.I slowly place my palm over his cheek as my thumb rubs over his bottom lips piercing but he suddenly flinches in his sleep and I take my hand back. I close my eyes immediately, afraid he might wake up and see me looking at him. That would be an awkward moment and he would most probably get off the bed. My present mood doesn't want it to happen. My phone vibrates again and I feel him move. My breath hitched but he stops moving after a few seconds, I let out a small sigh of relief and open my eyes again but Holy Shit!Zeco's eyes are open and staring at me. I gulp."What are you doing?" He asks in a low voice. "What?" I play dumb. "Why are you still here if you're already awake?" Fuck, he knows everything. Was he even sleeping?"Can I even get up with your giant arm over me?"  I defend myself.He immediately moves his arm away. Yeah! Do that. I get off the bed and start putting on my pants. My hair has come loose, so I open the braids and tie them in a bun. "You..." He says but then stops."What?" I ask, styling my hair in front of the mirror."Why are you keeping your hair so long? Shouldn't you cut it?" My hand stops immediately as soon as he said those words. My stomach churn and I feel like throwing out. I quickly take my stuff and walk to the door without answering him but he was fast enough to block the door."Zeco, enough" "I should be the one saying this to you," he says in a stern voice. I don't know why he is pissed again."Let me go... I've work-""What work? Sleeping around with random dudes?"I grimace. Shocked by his questions but then I feel like I don't have to answer him. So, I try to force my way out of the door but he slams me back against the wall. This time my hand moves on its own and slap him across the face. Tears prickle my eyes but I keep glaring at him silently, my chest heaving up and down while I feel my blood boiling inside. Zeco's eyes burn with seething rage. His fists clench against the wall at the side of my head. I wait for him to lash out his frustration but he just punches the wall and walks out of the room.I hear him scream in the hallway.What happened to him?Tears finally stream down my cheeks.I can't believe he said that about my hair. When he is the only reason, I've been keeping this hair long. Well, that's ok people forget and I should have known that Zeco was just blabbering when he said he loves my hair years ago. I'm the stupid one to think that it was a compliment when it must have been another sarcasm for that man. Gosh! This is so tiring.