Transmigrated Into A Billionaire

Chapter 27 Remembering the past.

There was an itchy and very uncomfortable feeling that was draped over Rachel, she couldn't help

but hate it but she also didn't have a choice, Her head was like a little ball stucked in the middle of a

very grand band parade, she didn't want to risk opening her eyes because she knew it was going to

switch up and get way worse for her. She could easily tell she wasn't at her house, the discomfort

wasn't even planning on being the slightest bit of subtle.

Now she hasn't killed anyone before, but right now, right now she was getting massive ideas for

the person that was so insensitive enough to be clingy pans over her head like some fucking circus, but

seemed like the washed up luka sabbat decided to speak up first before she could start dissecting

someone's kid.

"Amyyyyyy," Ricky drawled out putting the blanket over his head.

"The sitter and the old hag blanket are already bad enough, creating a fucking circus at eight in the

morning is totally unnecessary," Ricky said with his voice muffled by the blanket.

"Yeah Amy, my back and head hurt are more than enough shit for me to deal for one morning,"

Rachel said.

"First of all, Good afternoon to you all, Secondly, I hope you realize it's two noon, there are advill

pills on the table, when you are done being lazy as hell hangovers, you will get you asses up and help

yourself with it, but if you have gotten used to the pain then you can enjoy and keep lying in my old hag

blanket," Amy said, but at the mention of pill, the two sprang up but in return, facing the consequences

of light change, the bad headache and body pain they must have gotten from passing out on the couch.

"JESUS!!!!"

"FUCK!!!!" Ricky and Araceli said simultaneously making Amy burst into mad fits of laughter, they

both were hold their heads for their dear life like if they let it go, it will roll off the ground.

"God!!...remind me never to drink again," Rachel said holding her head, she felt like the definition

of shitty with stale mouth and a throat as dry as sand paper, she covered her ears because everything

that made a single sound felt ten times louder than usual.

"You both could stay here and whine your ass all day about the pain and the suffering or you could

reach for the fucking advil and save yourself the headache and complaining," Amy said putting her

hand on a black formal knee length dress she was wearing.

Both Rachel and Rick decided to reach the advil same time and took out two pills and downed it

with some water and asked for more, after taking approximately three glasses of water and ten minutes

of fortunate silence, Rachel realized how hungry she was.

"I'm hungry," Rachel said.

"Me too," Ricky followed.

"Now you are hungry!!, but yesterday you decided to turn my hallway to a fucking fry battle instead NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

of eating up, well there's the MacDonald from yesterday i warmed up and there are eggs and bacon

and some waffles cover with milk in the fridge," Amy said walking back to her room.

"Wait a sec Amy...,"

"What?!" Amy said get impatient because of the dress she was wearing, she didn't want to sweat

in it or over use it much, it was one of the only good ones she had on her.

"Why are you wearing a dress like that in the morning," Rachel asked looking confused, the

question also brought Ricky to the same realization which he hadn't even noticed before.

"Yeah, that's true...who even wear that kinda dress on sunday mornings?," Ricky asked.

"Apparently, people who go to church in the morning and then go to the supermarket to buy some

breakfast supplies for bunch of adults who can't hold their smoke or liquor or both," Amy said venting.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to raise my voice, just stressed," Amy apologized.

"Since when did you go to church Amy?!," Ricky asked completely ignoring her apologies shocked.

"Since forever, I don't know…" Amy said starting to feel uncomfortable, it was like conversing with

anothee set of judgmental people again which filled up the church, she was tired of conversations like

this like

"Are you really a Christian?"

"You really do go to church"

"Are you really coming to church for the right reasons?"

People be judging her because of her lifestyle even though the bible spoke about God condemning

people that judge others, they all seem to skip that part some how.

"Woah…" Ricky said with an expressionless face.

"What are you trying to say?!!!"

"spit it out bro!!!"

"That my lifestyle doesn't depict someone who goes to church huh?!!!" Amy said already feeling

worked up and tired of people being all judgy and nosey in her business, this was a relationship

between her and God, no one else.

" Hey Amy, chill for a bit, no one is judging you" Rachel said trying to calm her down

"Yeah Amy...No one is judging you for pete sake and the sake of our recovering hang over, please

chill," Ricky said holding his head as the ever so slight pounding headache was starting to flourish

again into a fully fledged headache.

"I mean, I'm a bisexual man and an exconvit, what do i gain judging a pretty soul like you," Ricky

said smiling at her.

"No, you are not an exconvit but an ex detainee for loitering while you were drunk," Amy said

laughing.

"And eww rick, did you just flirt with me?!" Amy exclaimed contorting her face into that of mild

disgust.

"I have a boyfriend now girl so chill, I won't be trying to get into your pants no more," Rick said

blushing alittle as he said the word "boyfriend".

"Wait you have a boyfriend?" Rachel asked him with a weird look.

"Wait wtf Ricky, since fucking when?!!!" Amy exclaimed

"Yeah i do, you got a problem with that miss?" Ricky asked already getting defensive, he had had

to deal with homophobes all his fucking life, sometimes he gets callec out for being gay even when he

wad bisexual, all because he had some element of feminity in his facial looks, but he's voice was

different and so was his attitude, but now he has learnt to accept himself for the part of him that was

attracted to men, if he needed to put on a fucking wig beat up some stuck up clearly rich girl who didn't

understand how being a homosexual was, he wouldn't mind getting his hand alittle blood stained.

"No no, of course not rick, it's just I'm wondering, you were flirting with some cute girls back at the

club yesterday, and now you saying you have a boyfriend...isn't that cheating?!!" Rachel asked, starting

to have a recap of seeing Talon fucking that bitch of a so-called "she's just a friend" .

"Cheating??" Ricky asked looking confused.

"I only flirted, because they flirted with me, and it's not like I got any intentions of getting into their

pants, I'm not that kinda bisexual, one gender at a time" Ricky clarified.

"Damn Araceli, you sound kinda old back there, did uour ex cheat on you or something?" Amy said

laughing heartily till she saw that she was the only one laughing and Araceli wasn't even smiling one

single bit, the look Ricky gave her was enough to make her regain her senses.

"Shit...so sorry, I didn't know," Amy said with a low voice feeling guilty and so bad as hell for

laughing at something like that.

"Nahhh, it's ok now, I'm over it," Rachel said with a low voice even though she knew she was

speaking straight up lies, the memories, the pictures, the lack of guilt in his eyes and the whole

accident experience lived totally rent free in her head, and getting it out soon wasn't something she

thinks could be done anytime soon.

She didn't like the mood she had put them in, everyone looking and acting all sad, she decided to

change the topic to food besides she was hungry.

"Alright, I'm going to eat, y'all can sit and weep about my tragedy in the past," Rachel said standing

up heading to the small kitchen which still managed to hold a table island which held bunch of covered

plates and they all smell and look so good.

No matter how Rachel wanted to play off the not being hurt, Ricky saw right through her, the pain

were still as fresh as today's wound. He had experienced a similar situation where his past girlfriend

had been sleeping with his brother and had no idea about how long it has been going on, but one day,

he left his side bag holding all his drawing and sketch Equipments, he returned home and found his

girlfriend and his brother making out on the couch, he froze in time as the scene he had just witnessed

played in his head over and over again, Their voices of plea were muffled into just mere background

noise and he could fell his pain dripping down his cheek, he took his side bag and headed out not after

he kicked his brother out of his apartment and broke up with his girlfriend all in one day.

They ate their meal in a comfortable silence because no one was willing to talk, Rick had his head

in his phone while Rachel just kept going at the waffle. Some few hours after they both freshened up,

Rick left saying something about going to lie in his boyfriend arms till he felt better and Amy was

headed to the gym, so she decided it was time to finally go home.

When she reached out side, It was already a mature evening and the sun had almost completely

set, she decided to take alittle work before find a cab, the atmosphere was a little chilled from the

approaching winter but she was dressed prepared still having the hoodie that Amy had given toher last

night, she opened her phone for the first time in almost a whole day and saw a bunch of business

emails as usual but one text caught her attention, it was Baldwin's, Asking her if she wanted to hang,

the text came in since 1pm at noon and now it was almost 7pm and she needed to head home.

Sorry some other time, still recovering from a hangover…