"Rude?" I asked as I creased my arms across my chest. "I'm speaking the truth you know?"
"Who the heck are you?!" She hollered, still in between clenched teeth.
"You don't need to know who I am." I was so indifferent to her. "Don't yell at me, ok?"
"Why shouldn't I?" She asked sharply. "How is killing myself even your problem?"
I glared harder, literally furious at the fact that she ought to be thanking me for saving her life. Did she think she was some kind of cartoon character who could be saved at any time? We were speaking of “death” here!
"You know what? I think I made a mistake by saving you from drowning."
"Yeah, you did," she bit out.
"Alright." I scrunched my nose, getting more irritated by the attitude she was giving me. Not thinking further, I reached for her waist, and shove her into my arms. "I'll throw you back in there," I announced. .
"W—what? Leave me! You idiot! What the heck is wrong with you? How can you drop me in the water?" She cried, hitting her hands against my hard chest so she could leave my grip.
Ignoring her completely, I didn't resist my movement. She disgusted me so much that I actually felt like throwing her in there. But, I just couldn't. I wasn't a murderer after all.
"Are you crazy? Please stop. Please!" She cried further.
About two feets away from the water, I stopped moving, taking a deep breath to try and keep myself calm. Her hot tears could be felt on my chest as she dug her head into it.
What was with these tears now?
"Please stop." She beseeched, faintly, sobbing like she wouldn't cry again. "I'm sorry for yelling. Just leave me please."
I rolled my eyes, and released her tiny body from my hard jerk. "So you're scared to go into the water now?" I questioned.
She didn't give me a reply, only staring at the floor as if she was embarrassed.
"You can't answer me now right?"
She still kept quiet and didn't raise her head. She probably wasn't fine, but I cared less. The fact she was about to commit suicide vexed me. I didn't believe suicide was an answer in any way.
"I don't know," she replied after a long silence.
"You don't know?"
I exhaled, irritated, but just stared at her. I needed to hit some word into her null head.
"You're confused, you know?" I started to speak. "First, you wanted to kill yourself, and I saved you. You complained about it, so I decided to throw you in there, but then you cried for your release. And now, you don't know whether you want to die or not. What kind of a person are you?"
"You know nothing about me, so don't be judgemental." I could feel some anger or frustration in her voice. Woah, I wasn't the reason for her calamity, was I?
"Judgemental?" I snorted, twitched my neck to my side before facing her again. This woman was testing my patience. "I don't think anyone has a genuine reason to die. Some people are in the hospital fighting for this life you wanna end. Wait, do you think death will solve the problem? If life can't, what's the probability death would? What would be of those who need you? If not now, think about the future."
The proximity was quiet for a while. The moon shone a bit, so I could barely see her face. She averted from our gaze as soon as she noticed mine too. Why would she do that? I was good looking for… whatever's sake.
I was already more than irritated. I came to the beach to relax and get my mind off my dad's dumb frustration, and also the dumb marriage my parents were planning. But here I was, trying to help someone when I hadn't even helped myself.
"Ok," she murmured, almost in a whisper. If I didn't have sharp ears, I wouldn't have heard her say that.
"You should leave now. Why would a lady be out by this time of the night? It isn't even safe," I explain. Like she even cared.
"Ok," she said, sighed silently, then spun around to probably take her leave.
That was a relief for me. She was finally going. I was annoyed that I had to experience this, but a part of me appreciated it. I at least saved someone. But well, it was left to her to decide whether to live or not. I was not at all interested in her life anyways.
I stared at her as she traipsed out of the beach like a broken machine who needed urgent repair. What a weirdo. I didn't care about her reason or reasons for attempting a suicide. All I knew was that no one should die off freely.
I sighed in frustration, and headed to my car. My problems at home were just sufficient for me. My past experience was the only reason I saved that ass.
I sat on an old stool on the porch of my house, after a long night trek. I didn't come home the night before. I walked all night, using it as an opportunity to meditate a little.
After what that random guy said to me, I realized that life itself was too short for me to shorten it even more. He made me realize that death wasn't the solution to my problem. I was so broken that I wasn't even thinking properly. What was the probability Drake and my parents would realize their mistakes after I died, if they didn't realize it when I was alive? I was such a fool to think of committing suicide. Maybe the Lord purposely sent the mean dude to me.
I held the door knob and sighed before opening it. I was about to face the worthless people I wanted to die for. Like they would have cared. Foolish me.
I stepped in, shut the door behind me, heading straight to the living room. Surprisingly, Linda was there, together with my parents. She was sipping her coffee, and flinched a little on seeing me.
"Mia." She dropped her mug on the table in front of her, bulged her eyes open as if she saw a ghost. What was with her? Or were they all planning something against me?
"Oh my dear, you're back!" My mom exclaimed, rushed to me, grabbing my arm for a tight hug.
I pulled away from her gross embrace, gave her a dirty look, and walked to Linda. I couldn't believe I wanted to die for the evil thing.
"Hi ma'am." I managed to greet Linda. I was pretty sure she'd observe I wasn't fine.
"Oh, hi Mia," she replied with a smile.
I turned to my dad to take a glance at him. He immediately forestalled when our eyes met. What the shit was wrong with this man?
I ignored him, turned back to Linda, wearing a fake smile. I was so stressed out to bear his shit.
"Mia," she called, inhaling deeply. "Are you fine? You look like you haven't slept in a while. You look so weary."
"Oh, I'm fine." I tried as much as possible to pretend.
"You're sure? You don't look fine at all. I can't explain what you look like right now. I'm sorry but..." She pursed her lips, blue eyes showing some worry. "You look so terrible."
I bit my inner cheek and tugged the bottom of my shirt. I didn't know what to tell her.
"Well," I started. "After our conversation yesterday, I was late for my morning shift. So, I had to take the night shift since someone else represented me in the morning."
"Oh. I get you. But you look so weary. I mean, extremely." She raised her eyebrows, almost wrinkling her face as if she was smelling crap.
I tried to smile. "I'm not used to it. Last night was my first time."
"So, I'll leave you now. I need to rest," I informed her, then took a turn to the stairs.
"No wait." She stopped me as I was about to climb up the stairs, wurry plastering through her face.
"Yes? Is there something you need?"
"Not really. I just need an answer on what we discussed yesterday," she specified. I knew that already though.
I swallowed the lump in my throat on hearing that. That was the exact reason I had to visit Drake. And unfortunately, I was broken. I didn't know what to say. My heart was still so damaged, that I was scared to take the next step.
But, I needed to move on. I needed to pull away from the stagnancy that held me back. I needed to end it all.
If I didn't move on, Drake would win his game. He would achieve what he wanted. His aim was to use me and dump me into a trash can. He would achieve that.
After biting my lip, fighting with my heart, I finally stated, "I agree."
Since I didn't know what my next phase was, it would be better to let life lead me to wherever it wanted to. And besides, it would be the best revenge on Drake. Moving on was the only thing I could do to let him know that he lost his game to me.
"Wh—what?" Linda dropped her jaw. She was probably shocked to hear me agree after my mean encounter, the day before.
"You heard me, ma'am. I agree with the marriage. I will get married to your nephew. I'll see you some other time. I'm so restless right now. Have a safe journey on your way home," I added, then stormed up the stairs.
I rolled on my bed uncomfortably. I didn't know what the fuck was obstructing my sleep but it was literally frustrating."Arrgh!" I grumbled as I sat up. "What the heck is wrong with this bed?"I yawned and tugged my pillow against my chest, turning to my side clock."Oh my gosh!" I cried as I jumped from my bed. "10:00am?!"My parents were definitely going to kill me. I was sure my mum had done the chores and was planning to hit and trouble my ass.I jumped from my bed and gadded to my bathroom, grabbing my toothbrush and pressing a paste against it.I stared at myself in the old three feet mirror in my bathroom. I indeed looked terrible, as Linda had stated the day before. My eyes were swollen even though I didn't cry that much. I only cried when I was on that asshole arm. My hair was in such a mess that if a child saw me, he'd definitely think I was a zombie or something.I
"Saturday?!" I exclaimed as I stood from my seat. "That's in two days time. How is that even going to be possible?""Oh my dear." Mrs Norman said. "I understand that you think this is close but I need you to also understand that this needs to be done so soon.""But why?" I asked. "I mean, why the rush? We've got enough time.""Are you interested in this or not?" Ace stated, causing me to turn to him."I--I..." I tried to speak but my dad caught me in."The thing is that she's so worried about the expenses. That's it." He stated and let out a shaky chuckle.My parents, dumbest human in the world. All they cared for was money. They didn't even care about my feelings. How could they agree to get their daughter married to a random person who proposetwo days ago? I didn't expect less though."Oh, the money." Mr Norman finally spoke. "We understand that you guys don't hav
I stepped into my closet, dropping my towel on its holder and slipping on a grey sweat pants, together with a silky, black, tank top. I walked out of the closet and sauntered to my bed.My day was so frustrating. It was 7:00pm, but, I decided to sleep. All of Ace's threat were ringing in my mind. I didn't know how dangerous he was. But from my observation, he seemed really dangerous. Even his mother was scared of him. What the fuck?I dunked into my bed and swung my duvet across my body. I stared at the ceiling and meditated on my next step. I only had a night to decide. I didn't know whether to stop the wedding or not. I wondered what was going on in Ace mind. It was better to not start something that would be unable to be stopped.I thought for a while and finally made my decision. The wedding was gonna be called off. At least it was only recently planned. A lot of guest couldn't have been invited already though.
I stared at myself in the mirror. I looked so stressed out and weary. I could hardly sleep. I was in a crazy dilemma. A dilemma that didn't worth my thought or time.Even when I tried to sleep, Ace's words attacked me in my dream. I had been threatened a lot in my life, but none of it seemed so scary like Ace's. I wondered how he did that. His glare alone, frightened me so bad. How on Earth was I going to survive, if I got married to him?I sighed and walked to my door, opening it, and shutting it gently as soon as I was out. Although my mind wasn't supporting my decision, I was willing to do it for Mrs Norman. It wouldn't be nice to hurt the old lady. I was willing to listen to whatever he had to say. What if he was only sputtering false threat? And what if he was being serious? I was so puzzled. How could my own life be confusing me?I walked down the stairs, carefully, and observed everyone in the living room. M
I stared at him as I quaked like a child who was about to take an injection. It didn't seem like he cared about how scared I was. That was if he even noticed. All he could do was scowl at me vehemently. I tugged the wall tightly and breathe heavily. I tried so hard to conceal my extreme fear, but it seemed like it was to no avail."What do you think?" He finally spoke. "I'd touch you?" He questioned."I don't care what you have to say, just let me go." I pleaded as I hurried to grab my cloth from the tiny stood and wrapped it across my chest.He simpered and moved backwards, walking to mirror. "Have you even checked yourself through this before?" He asked."Can you please go now? You can see I'm not well dressed." I resented.He let out a chuckle and turned back at me. "Oh sorry." He said sarcastically.He moved closer to me and stood in my front, still wearing a grouchy look. "Befo
I boiled vigorously within me, as I stared at Ace. He tightened his hands into a fist like he was going to hit me soon, and glowered irritatingly.I turned to Mrs Norman again. She looked so worried and suddenly seemed pale. She turned from my gaze and bent her head, staring at her laps and clinging her fingers against one another.Was she crying? Or praying?"Pardon?" The priest said, causing me to turn to him.I was zoned off in my thought that I totally forgot I was getting married. Ace's threat were the only things I could think of."Oh, I'm so sorry." I apologized.I turned to the crowd. Their eyes were vehemently on me. They all seemed shocked."Oh sorry everyone, I--I'm just so excited. I was so zoned off that I didn't realize when he asked me that. Sorry again." I uttered, and let out a fake chuckle.
"Your jet is ready sir." One of Ace's workers mentioned as he bowed his head."Ok." He replied as he sauntered to wherever he was going.I rolled my eyes and traipsed behind him. How rude! I was still on my wedding gown for damn sake! How embarrassing could it be to amble behind your groom? Itseemed like we had a fight on our wedding night. Stupid wedding night!Soon, we were in front of a jet. A private jet. I was so amazed. I had hardly even been in an aeroplane before, speaking of a private jet! But in a way, instead of being excited, I was furious and stressed out. I had hardly eaten anything or hardly slept in the last two days. I needed to relax my mind. Ace's threat alone was enough to make me feel ill."Will you keep standing there?" His voice sounded, snapping me out of my thought of how surprising it was to physically see a private jet."Oh. I'm coming." I responded.<
"Please Ace." I cried. "I'm not ready for this. Please." I pleaded.He moved back a little and stared into my eyes. "What's with your courage now?" He asked."I don't know. Just let me go." I begged vehemently."There's one thing you need to know. When I say something, that's what I do." He uttered."Can't you hire a lady to comfort you?" I asked, almost crying.I couldn't just let him have me like that. Even my lover didn't touch me for more than a year we were together, and here was the guy I only knew for four days, trying to hook up with me."Who told you I need your comfort?" He asked as he smirked at him.What was he saying again? He didn't need my comfort? What did he even want? He was earnestly confusing my already confused self.Before I could ask anythingfurther, hestood a bit and jolted at my neck and kneel, holding me up with