A Weird Life. Part 3

"Hey!" shouted Rossie, as she ran up and hugged me. She was saturated, but I didn't mind. All I had been hearing for the past few days was screaming from the mistress. She didn't care that I had been hurt. What she did care about, however, was the fact that now she had to stay home with me instead of going out and checking new Hollywood stars out. Almost every single second of the day, she would say, "You were an accident, you know that? If it weren't for that handsome, cute, smart, tall...anyways, bastard, I would never have had you! You know that? …