He walked in. I mean, I could hear his giant steps. "You have a beautiful house," he complimented, making me to roll my eyes.
I looked at him with disgust written all over my skin. This man made my skin to creep.
"Why are you acting like this is the first time of coming into my house?" I questioned, packing my hair in a loose ponytail.
"Hey, I was just complimenting." He raised his hands up in the air like I was pointing a gun at him.
"I don't need your fake compliment."
"You're one rude, little lady." He shook his head like he was in awe.
"Don't you have an office to go back to or something?" I questioned with irritation laced in my voice.
"I own that place. It's my father's company, automatically making it mine. " He sat on my brown couch. Mother's brown couch, remember? I don't pay any bills.
"Don't call me lady."
I tried to make him go back to his office, but he insisted on staying. "Okay, enjoy your stay," I muttered and turned to walk to my room.
"Hold on." His voice reverberated in the sitting room, making it feel like it was empty. "Don't tell me you're going to leave me here, alone." He scrunched his face, but I gave him the i-don't-care look.
"What if mother comes home and finds you alone with me?" I questioned, getting a bag of chips from my bag. "What would she think? You shouldn't be here." I closed my eyes for two seconds and plopped on the bean bag.
"Uhm, my closest friend's child at work left school, came to the office, looking all blue and was about to wonder about." He explained. "I can't leave you to wander. I mean, you aren't wonder woman," he said between laughs earning a frown from me.
"Worst line ever." I rolled my eyes. "P.s you're not my mother's friend, you're her boss."
"Thanks. Wait, why aren't you in school?" He asked with a look of concern, with his eyes never leaving my face.
What should I tell him? He was just a persistent man. He was younger than mother and now I'm curious to know if he and mother fooled around.
"Can we drop that?" I scoffed. "First you said I wander about, I didn't take that personal, now you're trying to pry into my private life." I continued. "Don't I deserve a right to privacy or what?"
"I'm just trying to help. I'm not trying to pry, I'm just worried and concerned about you," he said.
"Well, I don't need your help. Keep it to yourself." I spat, trying my possible best for him to leave me alone.
"It's okay." He sighed. "Not even a glass of water?" He cocked up his left eye brow and I walked to get him a glass of water.
"Here." I handed it over to him and watched him gulp it down. He unbuttoned the first two buttons of his check designer shirt.
I looked away. "I think you should le-"
My phone beeped and cut me off. I glared at the screen and saw notifications from social media or whatever they called it. I sounded like this because I didn't have a social life. I preferred to read novels and listen to music than waste the day chatting endlessly on stupid topics.
I swiped to unlock and read. Immediately, I felt a mixture of emotions whirling inside of me. The more I read, the more it felt like everything became small, everywhere became hot, dark, making it hard for me to breathe.
I could feel my body shaking in anger. I was so angry that I didn't feel a tear slide down my right cheek. I realized it when mr Robert asked if I was crying, but I didn't answer him.
I breathe in and breathe out. Why did everyone hate me? High school sucked so bad.
"Hey," Mr Robert tried getting my attention, but I refused looking at him. I sat on the bean bag with my knees up and my head buried in them.
"Melanie," I sighed in frustration, balls of tears raced down my cheeks.
"Nicole." Mr Robert got to his feet. "Breathe," he said calmly, earning stare daggers from me. I hated it when people tell me that, like I'm breathing damn it! I've been doing that for the past fourteen years now.
He walked to the bean bag I was on and squatted. "Talk to me." He placed his right hand on my left arm, but I shrugged it off.
"Why should I trust you?" I seethed.
"I'm an adult and believe me I've been through things. I was once your age, I might just be able to help." He gave me an assuring look.
I wondered what I was going to do with all of this out. I was slowly becoming the talk of the town. Mother would kill me and father would be devastated.
It's all my fault, me and my big mouth. I wish I had a diary like Pandora from the novel Pandora gets jealous. I envied it, a diary that talked back.
I wracked my brain to see if I've ever offended Sophia, but no. There was nothing I could think of.
I shook my head in dismay and said, "well, I don't need your help." I rolled my brown eyes given to me by my dad.
"Oh okay," he sighed in defeat.
There was a moment's silence before I sourly said, "she betrayed me."
"Who did?" Mr Robert asked softly.
I stared at my palm and wondered what mother would do to me when she gets this message. Oh no, what if father finds out?
No, I don't want to be the reason behind a broken home. I closed my eyes and threw my head back. I believe mother would find a way to cover up.
I glanced at my phone, ignoring the big lump in my throat. How could Sophia?
"Nicole?" Mr Robert called. "Who betrayed you?"
"My best friend." I whispered. "No, my ex best friend," I swiftly said, swiping a tear off my left cheek. Mr Robert remained silent, but gave me the 'I'm listening, go on' look."She told my secret to the world," I said, looking at him with red, swollen eyes."Oh my, that's intense." He scrunched up his face."She lied," I began. "She lied to be my best friend, lied that she cared. She lied so she could get close to me, get something personal and crush me with it." I sneered."Wait, isn't Melanie your best friend?" He asked with confusion written all over his face."My ex best friend." I corrected."Hey, slow down tigress." He gave me a foxy smile. Does he not know when to smile and when not to smile? He's been squatting there for, lord knows how long. He should be sore by now."Isn't she the nice girl that came visiting the day you
"Euw!" I exclaimed. "No, not in my room," I said. They both chuckled. Mother's phone rang out loud, causing her to excuse herself out of my room.My father sat beside me, but his happy face was gone. "How are you princess?" He asked, sounding worried."I could really go for a big, warm daddy's hug now," I said, shutting my eyes. Father drew me in for a warm hug. It made me feel so safe, so comfortable that I didn't want to pull out. I held him tight like it was going to be our last hug."What's wrong baby? You're making me worried," he said, while he rested his jaw on my head.He told me he heard I wasn't in school, but I remained silent. He said he was becoming really worried. He said I could see a therapist if I wanted, but I refused, telling him I
Listen to trouble by Taylor Swift."Detention for tweeks!" He snapped, saying that leaving the school premises was a punishable offense."But I didn't mean to." I whined. He asked what happened, I told him I was being bullied, while chewing out my lips."So? Was that like your first time? It happens to you all the time, aren't you the one they called mcundies and ugly Betty?" He scuffed."It hurts a lot and I'm not used to it. You don't even tell them anything concerning this. Do you know this can make a person suicidal?" I blurted. Honestly, I didn't know where the nerves to speak to him like that came from."Get used to it." He remarked and adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose. "Out of my office now and oh--before I forget, Bam!" He snapped his fingers. The Bam simply meant final decision. If there was no 'bam' after he gave a punishment then there wa
Listen to what now by Rihanna.He showed us the poster about my mum and that was all I needed to cry. The tears came rolling down. Mr Elliot looked at me with pity, something I hated very much. He questioned Sophia, but she tried to lie. He scolded and gave them detention."One more of this to Nicole and I'm calling your parents." Mr Elliot snapped to the yuks.********Detention was over and I was walking out of the school premises with a heavy heart. I saw Sophia walking angrily with her minions towards me."Well, well, well, if it isn't the daughter of a slut," Sophia said briskilly as she stood arm's length away from me."Leave me alone!" I yelled, my voice harsh and tight with emotions. "Do
Listen to I'm alive by Sia.This was what I got for trusting people, this was what I got for getting close to people. It had not gotten to a month since I started trusting him and look at him, the devil's advocate. The person that'd hurt you was always someone you knew. Demons come In different shapes and sizes and here I was, battling, using the little strength I had with this devil.I should have known!I had been captured in the cage of fear that it was almost like I could hear my own heart beating in my throat.How could this be happening? He saved me yesterday and today look at him.He nibbled on my neck, snapping me out of my trance. A huge wave of strength hit me that I began to struggle again. Immediately, I kicked him where the sun didn't shine. He held his groin and fell on my bed, while wincing."You bitch." He groaned.I st
Listen to saved my by R-kelly.Melanie ran her fingers through my hair. She had just come back from school and came straight to see me. She heard my absence from Mr Desmond, our teacher who had subsequently heard it from Mr Elliot, curtly informed by my dad."I went to your house, but there were police bands around and nobody answered the door. I was asked not to go in by some police officer I saw." She explained. She said the house was so messy like a robbery happened."I tried your line, but I couldn't because you blocked me. I went to the nearby store to ask if they saw you. She told me an ambulance left your house few minutes after one in the afternoon." She explained mildly. I could tell how worried she was."I went back to ask the police officer and I had to l
Listen to even though I'm leaving by luke Combs.The doctor guided me to my room. "Have a sit Missy," he said calmly."Where is my father?" I asked through gritted teeth. He had this sorry look on his face that made me know my father was not in a good condition. "I know he had an accident, but please what hospital is he in or is he in this one? Let me just see him." I pleaded with glossy eyes."I'm sorry but-""But what? Look at me, I'm fine. I wouldn't loose my senses if I see he broke an arm.""He's-he's gone."My heart stopped at the mention of that word 'gone'. What does he mean by he's gone? I laughed hysterically at what the officer said."Ok, today isn't April fools, I'm not dreaming and I've had enough for today. Can you cut it out and tell me where he is or did Sophia send you?""Where'
The past one week had been nothing, but dry and lifeless days. I had been going to a group therapy because mother forced me. I was plagued with nightmares and the world didn't feel safe anymore. I'd been more than depressed and I suffered a lot from PTSD.Mother on the other hand had been busy with work and other things concerning Dad. Mother stayed in her room most of the time whenever she was home. His death had a great effect on her and It made me worried sick.Walking to my room, I saw a glass cup on the table beside Mom's door. This triggered a memory, causing me to have shortness of breath. I plastered my back on the wall and sled down to the floor. My knees were drawn to my chest and my head was buried in them.I could hear myself begging Mr Robert. I shivered and covered my ears."Make it stop." I cried with trembling lips.It was like I was reliving that moment again. The moment I