I'm Not Trash

I'm Not Trash!

Bill stared at Anne. He really didn't expect that the mother-in-law he had been treating so well was now willing to throw him out, like throwing feces. Bill hoped that this was all a joke, but the expressions on Miranda and Anne's faces didn't say so. Miranda even looked the other way when Bill looked at her, looking reluctant and disgusted just to return Bill's gaze.

Bill's feelings were crushed. Clearly the whole thing wasn't as much of a joke as he'd hoped. Miranda really wanted to dump him. Now Bill really felt like trash, or rather trash that was thrown away after all this time being used in such a way. He was stupid for always thinking that Miranda was the home he would always come home to.

"Do you really want me to leave?" Bill then asked Miranda once more to make sure.

"I think your hearing is still working fine, Bill. You know very well, I don't like to keep repeating the same words." Miranda replied coldly.

Bill smiled wryly as he looked at Miranda. He was disappointed and humiliated, but there were no words to express his feelings.

"Alright, I'll go as you wish--" Bill sighed for a moment, before opening his mouth again. "But remember one thing. This man you call trash once saved your lives that were once ruined by a loan shark." Bill said again to Miranda and Anne as he stepped towards the door.

Of course Miranda and Anne were a little taken aback by Bill's words. They were surprised and did not expect Bill to say that, because all this time Bill had never even mentioned all the good things he had done.

"I may be trash as you say, but you're also people who don't know gratitude. I guess that's worse than trash." Bill said once again as he picked up the suitcase containing his belongings that had been thrown by Anne.

Bill left Anne and Miranda who were still stunned by his words just now. The man stepped out of the house he had lived in with Miranda without knowing where to go.

Bill walked for a long time while dragging a suitcase with one hand. He finally sat at a bus stop while pensive with a feeling of being crushed beyond measure. With nowhere to go and no money, he was at a loss for what to do.

"Ah, shit!" Bill grumbled as he heard a rumbling sound from inside his stomach. He just remembered that the last food that entered his stomach was only the sandwich prepared by Anne this morning.

Bill reached into his pants pocket. His heart felt even worse when he found that he only had money equivalent to a bottle of mineral water.

"Oh my--" Bill laughed as he wiped the corners of his eyes that felt wet with tears. How pathetic.

"You're really too much, Miranda. How can you throw me away like this, when I need your support. Didn't I once have a lot of money too, and you enjoyed all that money with your mother? Is this how you repay me?" With his chest tight, Bill poured out his disappointment. Unfortunately, he didn't think to say all that while still in Miranda's presence.

The rumbling sound from inside Bill's stomach was getting louder. He finally got up and bought a bottle of mineral water using the money he had found in his pants pocket. While walking, his brain was thinking again, where should he sleep tonight?

Bill walked for a long time without direction and purpose. The night was getting late, but he had yet to find a solution to his current situation.

Not long after, Bill stopped his steps when he saw many people gathered near a bakery. The people seemed to be fighting over something. And judging from their appearance, it seems that they are all homeless.

"Excuse me, miss. What are they all doing?" Bill asked a girl who had just come out of the bakery. From the clothes she was wearing, it looked like she was an employee working at the bakery.

"They're fighting over bread, sir. Every ten o'clock at night, we give out free bread to anyone who wants it." The girl said.

"Free bread?" repeated Bill.

"Yes." said the girl again with a brief smile, before walking away from Bill.

Bill looked back at the crowd, then unconsciously swallowed his saliva. The hunger he had been feeling was now getting worse. After thinking for a moment, he finally stepped slowly towards the crowd.

"Excuse me, is the bread still there?" Bill asked a little hesitantly.

No one answered because everyone was scrambling. Once again, Bill could only swallow his saliva. His stomach was in knots, but it seemed like he wouldn't get a share if he asked nicely. So, should he break through the crowd and join the scramble for bread too?

"Sir, if you just look, you might not get any." Someone said to Bill.

Bill turned around and found a teenage boy standing next to him carrying some bread. The boy's clothes looked as shabby as the others. Maybe he was also homeless.

"Is today your first day on the streets?" asked the teenage boy before Bill could respond to his previous words.

Bill's face turned a little awkward. He didn't know how to respond.

"You seem to be an amateur. Eat this, sir. Next time, you have to be more agile if you want to get a share," said the teenage boy as he shook a piece of bread in Bill's hand.

Again, Bill was at a loss for words. He was somewhat stunned and looked at the bread in his hand with an indescribable look on his face.

"Oh, one more thing, not far from here, there's a building dedicated to the homeless. But if you want to stay there, you have to queue up from the afternoon." The teenage boy spoke once more, before finally leaving the stunned Bill behind.

"Hey, thanks." As soon as he realized, Bill thanked him by raising his voice slightly. Unfortunately, the teenage boy had no longer heard his words because he had gone far enough away.

Bill finally left the place with his head still spinning. On a park bench, he sat and ate the bread given by the teenage boy, illuminated by the dim light of the park lamp. Bill's heart ached again. He used to distribute food to the homeless on the streets. Unexpectedly, now he was part of the homeless.

His disappointment in Miranda was growing in his chest, slowly turning into anger.

Suddenly, a group of men in shabby clothes came and immediately surrounded Bill. Of course Bill immediately understood that they all had evil intentions.

"Hand over your valuables!" One of them immediately pulled Bill's shirt collar and pointed a sharp weapon.

"I have no valuables," replied Bill tried to remain calm.

"Then give me your money!"

"I don't have any money either." Bill said again.

"Liar!" The man with the biggest body immediately gave Bill a punch in the stomach, making Bill fall down while coughing.

Bill immediately got up and hit the man back. He used to be pretty good at fighting. But because of the unequal number of opponents, Bill was eventually beaten.

"You scum!" One of the men who beat Bill cursed when he couldn't find any valuables in Bill's suitcase. They finally left after finding nothing despite searching Bill's clothes.

Bill, who was lying helplessly with a bruised face, could only close his eyes. Again and again he heard the word trash being thrown at him.

"I'm not trash!" Bill shouted in frustration. His mind immediately drifted to his wife and in-laws who had kicked him out of the house.

"I may be at the lowest point in my life, but I'm not trash as you say!" Bill exclaimed again.

"Miranda, I'll never forget this day." Bill then muttered in a low tone. "If I once had so much money, that you yourself asked me to marry you, then after this, I will definitely be in that position again. No, I will surpass my previous achievements. Just watch! You will regret what you have done!"