Chapter26 Felt like a Trash

Brielle POV
I knew something was off tonight, that's why I didn't wanted to go at all in the first place. How stupid of me to think nothing would happen tonight. From the moment he invited me I knew it. And yet I trusted him like a fool. I never ever felt so humiliated in my entire life. I agree I am not as rich as they were but that didn't mean they had to make me feel like trash.
'I had it coming.' I felt like laughing but ended up crying more.
I kicked an empty trash on the road furiously. I felt pathetic crying my eyes out for people like them. Ever since I left from there I kept thinking that why is god so kind to people like them? Why did he had to blessed them with so much money but didn't even bless them with a soul.
Am I that pathetic that they had to insult me?
Is my fault that is decided to marry him to save my dad's company for which he worked so hard for.
Or was it my fault to believe maybe he is different. I really thought maybe he is hiding himself from the others. Maybe he is not like how he seems. I cursed myself for falling for it.
My throat was hurting like hell. Boy, those were hot and on top, I had to be sensitive to spices. I vividly remember how he placed all the blame on me. How badly I wanted to ask him how is it my fault I can't speak Italian? Or when I was looking at the menu everyone kept on staring, waiting for me to be the reason for their amusement.
I admit I envied every one of them. They didn't have to go through half of the things I went through. If I had the money and support of parents like them I wouldn't be so 'desperate' to work with him, and being married to him, and honor to never ever meet those kind of peoples again
A crash of thunder sent my heart pounding. Just great, can this night go any worse? I began to walk around faster, roaming empty streets not knowing where I am or where I need to go to get back to my house. I thought about calling Analia and realised I don't even have a phone with me because I think I forgot my phone there, no I heard a scattering sound around me when I was coughing
Damm, my phone broke
Suddenly feeling scared and alone, I began to panic. The thundering was making me jump every two seconds. Just as I thought about the rain, it started drizzling; the smell of wet soil lingering as I hopelessly watched the storm progress aggressively.
I tried to look for a shed but failed miserably. I was about to cross the road when a black Lamborghini stopped right in front of me. I quickly jumped back on the curb and was about to give a piece of my mind to the reckless driver when I saw who it was.
There he was. The last person I ever wanted to see ever. He leaned forward from his seat and took a long look at me. He sighed deeply. He almost looked relieved.
Relief? Why would he be relieved?
"Brielle get in the car." Just like that he thinks he can order me.
I ignored him and continued to walk. He drove the car really slow matching my walking speed. He rolled down the window. How did he even find me? Was he looking for me? But why would he? And now he wants to offer a ride?
"Look let me explain, just get in the car." He sighed.
I ignore him and picked a faster pace. I was cold, tired of walking in these heels, and lost but I was too hurt to listen to him justifying his actions. Not that it needs any justification.
"Gabrielle, just don't be stubborn. It's raining, you are wet... just get in the car please." He pleaded this time.
"Go away. Aren't you done insulting me?" I stopped and hissed at him.
"I told you to let me explain. Can you get in the car please?" His brown eyes stared at me helplessly but I am not going to fall for that.
"Why would a low-life, like me, sit in your car? You should have thought about it before asking me." I gritted and said what he said to me earlier.
I heard him growl in frustration, before slamming his break harshly and stepping out of his car. But I kept walking in no direction. Tears were blurring my vision but I am glad he can't see this because of the rain. I broke down once and I will make sure it never happens ever again. He quickly stood in front of me as I watched him getting drenched. Before I could tell him to move he removed his black blazer jacket and pushed it my direction.
"At least wear this. Its not safe to be out like this at this time."
I just scoffed at him. A minute ago he insulted me in front of all his friends and now he cares about how I look or where I am. I so wanted to punch in his face. I shook my head and mocked a laugh at him. He narrowed his eyes but chose to ignore it.
"I am just going to walk away." I said it quickly walking away.
"You are not going to get in the car are you?"
I ignored the dreadful feeling inside me telling me to go and accept the lift. But my pride was too hurt to accept it. I don't care if my dress is clinging to my body or how drenched I am. Or how I don't know where I am and I don't have any way to call anyone for a lift. The humiliation was still fresh on my mind. I just want to get away from him.
"No." I responded sternly and took long strides. "Is it really that hard?" I turned around and asked him from a distance.
"Excuse me?" He looked up confused.
"To apologise? Not that I am going to forgive you." I asked him bitterly.
He didn't reply me. He clenched his jaw tightly and closed his eyes briefly. When they opened, his eyes were pained. I bit my lips and looked at him
He didn't reply me. He clenched his jaw tightly and closed his eyes briefly. When they opened, his eyes were pained. I bit my lower lip tightly to stop a sob escaping my lips. I waited for him to say anything but he didn't. I continued walking. Why would he apologise? He doesn't give a damn about my feelings. A part of me was telling me that he does care, otherwise why would he come and look for me. Probably feeling pity for me. I shut my mind with this answer. His car drove past me rashly as I saw his car disappearing at the end of the road. I got my answer.
As ironic it sounds but I think I am lost. I am back to square one. I am shivering in this cold weather and the area looked almost deserted with no sign of people living around. I heard an engine slowing down behind me but I refused to turn around and look at it.
"How much?" A masculine voice asked me in a low hush.
Shit.