I smiled as I poured the coffee into my coffee mug. I poured the milk and designed a flower on top. It was aunt Vanessa's favourite. I still wore a smile as I walked to the dinning and put the cup on my aunt's part of the table against her seat. I looked deep into the cup and remembered how he put his arm around me back in the radiator. I could feel it's warmth against my back. How I slowly moved my face toward his and we touched noses. The memory of that tickled me like nuts and I giggled. We almost kissed. Good thing it's just almost. I wouldn't kiss a friend. He's still just a friend. I think he also knows that that's why he stopped when he was almost filling up the space between us. He didn't do it. He must have known that it wasn't right. Well...somehow. He can do that only if he dates me. Not as friends.
I smiled again when I remembered how he pushed the strands of hair behind my ear back at Dino-Rhino and when he said am beautiful. I remembered how I kept on catching him looking at me. It kinda just got me. I blushed. I smiled like never before. I took a cushion and danced around with it. I hugged it tight and threw myself on the couch. Of course with a smile on my face. I think I was beginning to fall for him. I am falling for Omar. I love Omar. I really love being around him. I love his company. I love his brown eyes. I love his fragrance. I love his sense of humor. I love the fact that he's a hardworking man. He managed to start working for himself and owns almost everything expensive. Everyone deserves an expensive life. We all do. I just couldn't understand why he lived alone. Why he didn't share his riches with his family? More over, something happened when we were at Professor Greg's house. He got violent all of a sudden. When I wanted to help, he shut me out. Something must have been wrong with him.
Something was definitely wrong. This minute he was joyful, the next he was angry. He certainly had a problem. I sensed it.
Anyway,he was going to tell me himself. I didn't want to be detective Prim. I got up and stood on the couch still in my thoughts about Omar. I remembered what Angela said back at her house. That Omar and Cass had a spark. I couldn't believe that. Then why was Cass with Liam? Why didn't she end up with Omar? I really needed to find answers. The sooner the better. I will. My Omar will tell me the whole story and my doubts and question will be cleared. Then we can live happily ever after. I smiled again and sat on the couch, twisting strands of my hair between my fingers.
"What's his name?", aunt Vanessa asked taking a sip of her coffee. I turned around and looked at her. She sat on the dinning chair with her hands and legs crossed. She wore her hair in a pony tail and looked straight at me. To the look of things,it seemed as if she'd been looking at me for a while.
"What?",I asked. I knew what she was talking about but I just wanted to ask. Playing smart!
"What what?",she smiled and raised her eyebrow at me. I blushed and looked the other direction. I heard her footsteps as she walked toward me. She came and sat right behind me. I turned around to look at her so that I don't give it away that there's really a story I wanted to tell.
" I've noticed for some days that there's a different glow on your face",she started. "Your smile is different. It's full of joy. It's full of....'in love' ..."
"I've been having good days lately....that's all..am not in love", I tried to hide it. All of a sudden my mood just changed from white to black. My body identified her as the enemy somehow and I withheld what I wanted to say. I just didn't feel talking to my aunt Vanessa about Omar. She was my aunt not my mom. I didn't feel a hundred percent comfortable with her. I wasn't as open with her as I was with my mom.
After my mom left, I was devastated and aunt Vanessa was the only one I had. I know how she supported me and how she stood by me in my moments of hardships. That wasn't enough for me to give her my mother's place. I don't know if it was just me but that's how I felt. Maybe I was just being unjust to her. Maybe she really wasn't fit to gain the title of my mom. Who knows?
"I've fallen in love before Prim.....and I acted the same way you are acting",she explained. Out of no where,anger was beginning to form inside of me. I just didn't like that I was talking about this with her.
"I just got happy okay", I said in a high pitched mean tone. I avoided her eyes because I knew I just did something wrong.
"It's alright Prim. No need to get angry. It just made me happy to see you this happy. I've never seen you smile like that and it enlightened my spirit. A door of happiness is opening for you Prim... Whatever you want to do with it,do it wisely,decide wisely. I know you'll always do the right thing", she said. She kissed my forehead and stood up
" I love you Prim",she said and began walking away. That really broke me. It burst my bubble. I was such a bad person. Tears assembled in my eyes
"Auntie...", I called. She stopped but didn't turn around to look at me. I went over to where she was and hugged her from her back.
"Auntie am so sorry.....",I cried. "Am so sorry..... I don't deserve you..",I said and ran to my room and locked the door behind me. I slip against the door all the way to the floor. I pulled my legs,with my knees on my chest and my arms around them. I sunk my face on my knees and cried. I cried like a wild animal caught in a trap. What was the need to shout at her? I thought to myself. She was just being helpful. Like a mother should but I didn't seem to be ready for it. It just felt wrong of me to do that;to open up to her. My mother's death really broke me. She was the only person I had. The only person. Yet here I was,pushing her away.
đș=========
It was raining on that day. The weather was really bad and traveling was discouraged on the news the previous day. My big sister Daisy was a weather reporter and a journalist that was working with the Seattle Weather department. She really loved her job. She really loved it. I learnt from her what it meant to love. To really love. To truly love.
"Here you go", my mom said giving Daisy a hot cup of tea. She really loved tea. I was in the kitchen making more coffee. We were coffee addicts. Me and my mom especially. We wouldn't even have supper some days. Just coffee.
Daisy was busy watching the news,her favorite TV program. I looked at her and noticed that each time, she would always play with her curly brown hair that was just as mine. She would catch me looking at her and I'd always smile. She'd smile back. Whenever she smiled, her eyes narrowed at the corner, just like mom's. And her tiny lips would form a heart shape which looked even superb in the red lipstick she liked to wear.
Daisy was very beautiful. Sometimes I would think she was my undercover guardian angel sent to protect me from all evil. I felt safe being with her. Each time she pit me to bed and sang me a lullaby, I could feel the stars gather around my window watching over me. It's as if her voice was calling them to me. They'd always stand around on my door and even get in sometimes creating a liking in me for them. I really lived them so much. The fact that they came after she sang was even much more amazing. She said that stars are our beloved that have passed away. They come back as stars and watch over us, and be closer to us again. I felt relieved because I believed my father was among them. I knew he was their too,protecting and keeping me safe. l might have never met him but am glad I was favoured to meet Daisy and with each passing second I really love her. Each time I told her that I wanted to grow up and be beautiful like her,she'd be like "You are your own star...you can't shine the way I shine. You have a different glow. A special one. A different one from anybody's. Don't ever wish to be like someone else....always wish that just like them,the greatness in you also unleashes. If you wish to be like someone else....you deprive yourself of the real you".
She had her own ways with words too. Always. Some of which I didn't like because it pulled me away from her. I felt like she was drawing me away from her by making me think am great that way. I wished I'd make her understand I need her more than what she thought but it just couldn't work out with the way the situation was. I just hoped that one day she's going to understand me and accept my perception of things just as I am. As I looked at her, I heard her phone ring. She quickly picked it and answered.
"What?",I heard her asked. She seemed frustrated. I looked at mom who also looked at me and together we looked at Daisy.
"Okay,I'll be there", she said quickly running to put on her coat.
"Where are you going?",I asked full of fear and fright.
"My friend Robbie wants us to shoot a video of the storm. Our station will have to be the first and finest to show it on our channel. He's on his way here. He's already left his home",She said fastening her belt and tying her hair in a pony tail.
"You can't go in this weather",I pleaded with her.
"I'll be alright sweetheart...", she smiled and kissed my cheeks...for the last time.
"Mom!!",I screamed "Daisy's leaving"
I started crying. I was afraid she wouldn't come back. I had that feeling that she wouldn't come back
"Mom please stop her....", I continued crying.
"Your sister's right, you can't go out in this weather",my mom told Daisy but she didn't seem to understand. She insisted that she should leave and my mom let her go. She gave in. My mom's love for her children always let her surrender to them and I always told her she'll regret it one day. And she did.
"Take care my love", my mom told her
"I'll be back mom....",Daisy said kissing my mom goodbye. She wanted to kiss me too but I looked away. I didn't like the fact that she was leaving.
"Oh Prim..", she said hugging me and kissing my forehead.
"I can't leave without a hug from my good luck charm",she said petting my hair and of course not forgetting to tickle me loosening all my tight points and breaking me into a moment of fierce laughter.
"Promise you'll come back", I said looking straight into her eyes...although my heart kept whispering she won't come back.
"I give you my word", she smiled. I watched as she got out of the house.
She never came back. That was the last time we saw her, we hugged her, we kissed her. We never saw her alive again. We just received word that a reporter's car got carried away by the wind and we definitely knew it was Robbie's car. Grief filled my heart because I sensed this was going to happen but I didn't do anything to stop it. I felt like I killed my sister.
It took me a long time to get over that incident.
A year later, my mom and I moved in with aunt Vanessa and her husband. They had been married for years but had no kids because she was barren. I really felt sorry for her. I realised how much precious a child is. A precious expensive gift the most high God gives. How sad it is to see people abort babies when others are crying day and night just to own one. How sad. Those kind of news always left me all teary because aunt Vanessa was the person that came to my mind. She was my mother's young sister. Her husband really loved her a lot. He endured all the insults from the society as well as his family. He accepted to sever all ties with them as long as he is besides her. He might be wrong in some people's eyes but in mine he was an ideal husband. An ideal husband who did anything to see a smile on his wife's face. I so prayed for a husband like him. The one who never let's a single lock of hair to be lost from her head.
One day my mom and aunt Vanessa's husband went out to buy groceries. The discomfort like that of years back with error filled me again before they left. The memories and events of the previous year filled me with so much agony that each time someone was leaving,either to go to the store or anywhere else,I'd always feel like they won't come back. I always felt that way. I decided to ask my mom to go the other day as my instincts were so strong on this one like they were a year ago. I tried to reason with her that I felt the same way with Daisy but she only said I was still in the mourning phase and haven't got over it yet. I explained in a much clearer way that it wasn't as she thought but she didn't seem to understand me. I tried to stop her with all the forces in my power but she insisted that they buy the groceries that day since the next day Uncle Barry,aunt Vanessa's husband was leaving for Nebraska.
"I'll be alright", she kissed me goodbye and went along with Uncle Barry. They never came back. We received news that they got run over by a truck and both passengers in the car were found dead. My heart got broken. What did I ever do to deserve this punishment from the universe? It took away my dad before I could even see him,then my sister now my mom and uncle. I was done for. I had no reason to live anymore. I wouldn't gain anything from it. I lost my life the moment I heard my mom was dead. I lost the strength to live anymore. What was left of me was a lifeless body that was still breathing. I wasn't so different from a zombie in any way possible. In fact,I would be tamed as a zombie unlike the zombie itself.
Aunt Vanessa was the one who breathed life in me again. Who gave me a reason to live. A reason to finally be happy again. Little by little my life began to change. I slowly became the old me. Slowly. Slowly. Steadily.....
I walked from the door and threw myself on my bed. I didn't cry anymore I just lay. I heard a thud on the door but didn't have the strength to open it.
" Am off to work Prim.....",I heard aunt Vanessa say. "Please come down and have something to eat....sometime.."
I heard her walk away and eventually the front door banged. A tear swiftly dropped from my eye and onto my pillow. What was wrong with me? I couldn't understand myself anymore. I felt bad for aunt Vanessa. Really bad. She tolerated my nonsense,my rudeness and my selfishness. Just to make the world a better place for me. I pulled my sheets over me and coiled myself. Thought after thought,tear after tear,I was slowly dragged into sleep. A very deep sleep.
I woke up after I heard my phone vibrate. I got up and read the text. It was from an unknown number.
"Come quick!Omar's in trouble....his house..."
I got up with a start and went out of my room. Put on my shoes and went out of the building. I read the text again. 'Come quick! Omar's in trouble.....his house....'
What up with his house? I couldn't understand that part. I took a taxi and dropped right outside the grand palace of an apartment. CLEOPATRA.
I walked in and ran to the elevator but it seemed to have been on delivery duty. I took the stairs. Omar's room was on the fourth floor. I ran up the stairs and stood right outside his door to breathe for a while.
You're gonna pay me for this Omar. If this was a prank I was ready to get angry. I opened the door and found the house in a huge mess. I've never seen that before. Unstuffed cushions on the floor with the stuffings logged in water. Pieces of broken glass all over he floor which were in water. The house was filled in water! My feet got drenched.
"Nxaw! I just bought this flats",I whined. I slowly made my way to the dinning after I saw some dry land over there.
" Prim....",Liam called. He was coming from upstairs. "Am I so glad you came...."
"What up? What's all this?", I asked
"Where's Omar?", I asked again. Liam looked up the stairs and pointed....in that direction.
" He's upstairs?",I asked. I decided to make my way there but Liam grabbed my hand.
"You can't go....",
" Why not?",
"He can hurt you... He's not in his right state of mind right now..."
"Whats wrong with him?",I asked. I knew something was up. This must have been the same reason why his phone got waterlogged the other day. It also must have been why he bought new kitchenware after the others got broken. More like after he broke them. Why? What kind of anger was this?
Did he have a habit of breaking things when he's angry?
" um.....",Liam began scratching the back of his head. I knew he wasn't going to tell me anything so I decided to find he answers myself. I walked past him and went up the stairs
"Prim...", he called me but I gave him a deaf ear.
I walked into the corridor upstairs. The first door was the kitchen and next to it was Omar's room. I slowly walked past the kitchen to his room. I peeped through as I passed by it. The kitchen was in a huge mess. Everything was broken again. With water everywhere.
" Omar..what have you done?",I asked my self passing by to his room. I peeped in. He stood in front of his mirror. I looked on the floor and saw plenty pieces of paper. He must have cut his documents. Rolled out tissue sheets were in the water on the floor.
I walked to where Omar was. His hand was bleeding.
"Omar what's wrong?", I ran to him and held his bleeding hand but he suddenly pushed me away. I saw rage in his eyes. He was so angry after seeing me. I couldn't understand what was wrong. He took a flower vase right next to his pillow and threw it down on the floor. I closed my ears after I heard the glass smash into a million pieces. I got scared. What on earth was wrong with Omar?
I wanted to go talk to him but someone grabbed my hand.
" Prim get away from him....",Liam whispered.
I freed my hand from his grip. I wasn't going anywhere. Omar needed my help and I was going to help him. Whatever the problem was.
"What are you doing?!", I shouted at him.
"You texted me to help right? So let me help",I said I went back in the room but Liam followed me.
If I was to do anything I had to remove him from the picture. I called him outside,came back in and closed the door right before he'd come back in. I locked it so that he wouldn't think of coming back in. Omar pushed me against the door and pinned me to it with his hands. He had his right arm on my left shoulder and held my right arm against the door using his left hand. He squeezed my hand and I began to feel pain
"Omar you're hurting me..", I groaned.
He really was hurting me. Tears glistened in my eyes as I looked straight into his. I saw rage in them. It's as if he didn't know me anymore. Tears fell from my eyes but it seem to have no effect on him. He didn't even notice it. Anger filled his heart and took over him. Why was he so angry?
" Omar.....please stop",I slowly said.
"Please Omar....please", I said touching his cheek with my left hand. He slowly let go of my right hand. I touched his other cheek with my right hand. I looked straight into his eyes. I saw his love again. The anger was gone and I finally recognised this man. I think he also recognized me. He wiped my tears and looked right at me.
I stretched my hands from his face to around his neck. I felt his hand around my waist and his other hand touching my hair. I moved my face toward his face. I looked straight into his eyes. I felt secure. I saw affection. I saw myself...in him. Omar really stole my heart and I was okay with it. I wasn't going to ask for it because I knew it was in safe hands.
Omar ran his fingers in my hair. I closed my eyes as I felt romance run through my blood. My heart began to beat faster. I could feel Omar's breath right next to my nose and I knew his face was only an inch away from mine. I made one more move and there was no more room between our faces. I ran my fingers in his hair as driven by the sweetness of the moment and he did the same. I caressed his cheek and slowly slid my hand down his chest and led it all the way to his back.
I didn't want the moment to end. I wanted it to last. I finally felt love. A love I won't be able to ever forget. A love that made me decide I want to live long. A love that gave me hope and identity. A love that was melting my heart....bit by bit.
I slowly drove myself away from Omar and took a breath. He did the same.
"Omar.....", I began "Clean this mess okay?", I told him. He nodded and knelt down with a brush in his hands.
I walked out of the room and stood at the door. I began to smile after remembering the deliciously amazing moment I just had.
" Is everything okay?",Liam asked after he saw me on the door. I nodded. He pushed me and quickly got into Omar's room. I didn't hear a thank you but you're welcome.
"Hey man..", Omar greeted him squeezing his mopper.
I went in and picked the papers he had torn.
" What happened ?",Liam asked in misbelief. With how Omar was,you wouldn't believe he'd be this calm.
"Prim....what did you do?",he asked me
" I have ways of my own",I winked at him and laughed "help us clean the room please". I told him giving him the bin.
He received it still looking at me with a shocked expression. I know. He wouldn't understand it. Only Omar and I did. Only we understood the language we had to speak for the other to understand. I looked at Omar. He was busy cleaning his room. The mess he made. I was really lost. What had happened to him? The sweet face disappeared for a while. He lost his senses for a bit. He even hurt me. How could he?
I finished picking the papers and helped Omar finish moping.
" What happened to your arm?",Omar asked me attending to my arm. The one he had squeezed hours ago. He had no memory of what happened? That means.....he didn't even remember our special moment? What a waste!
"Um.....", I began hiding it from him. He looked at me and wiped his face with his hand. I looked at Liam. He signaled me to not tell Omar about what happened.
" I hurt you right?",Omar asked me. He was outraged.
I looked at Liam again. I couldn't get what he was saying but I read his lips.
"Do not tell him" he said. Omar noticed I wasn't looking at him and he followed my eyes all the way to Liam. He turned around but Liam seemed to be smart enough and quickly turned around before Omar could see anything.
Omar walked to where Liam was and looked sharp into his eyes.
"Did I have an attack?", Omar asked.
I was confused. Attack? Was that an attack? What disease did he have? Asthma? No. I've known and encountered asthma before and certainly this wouldn't be it. A new different type of asthma maybe. Definitely, these wouldn't be asthma attacks. I wasn't waiting for later. I had to know the answers now. I quickly walked to where the two guys where and I knew from whom I needed to get my answers from. Liam! Omar wasn't in good state to answer my question
"Was that an attack?",I asked looking right at Liam who ended up slapping his forehead as I gave it away to Omar.
"So....I had an attack....", Omar said. He seemed depressed. He threw himself on the couch and stuffed a cushion in his face. I walked over to where Omar was. He must have had a bad time. He must have felt bad that he hurt me.
"Omar...what's wrong?",I asked sitting right next to him but he got away. He seemed like he didn't want to tell me. I walked to Liam and asked him the same question. He didn't answer as well. I paced in the house to and from; Omar and Liam asking questions but no one seemed to answer me.
"Fine!!!", I shouted "You don't want to answer me right....fine.". I said storming out of the house. I went to the door and slowly opened it.
"Don't even think about coming to my apartment. A relationship is built on trust as far as I know.....other than that,there's literally nothing that's been going on", I said slamming the door behind me. I quickly ran down the stairs and went out of the building. Without looking behind,I looked for a taxi. I waited for less than a minute which seemed like forever to me. I started walking on my own along the road all the way home. Omar made a joke out of me. He has a problem. How could I help when I didn't know what was wrong? Liam on the other side was a geek. He calls me to help his friend and later denies to tell me what's wrong.
I was so angry. I couldn't understand these men.
Omar hurt me the most. I expressed how much I loved to help him. I risked my dignity by doing that and he forgot all about it?
Oh my God. OhMyGod.!!
Tears ran down my cheeks as I walked past the two building right half way from my apartment. I was so mad. So angry I couldn't contain it.
" Rrrrrrr!",I roared right into the sky. I felt relieved right after. I felt satisfied. I walked down the alley and into the purple painted bricked fence.
ENCHANTER'S NIGHTSHADE.
The apartment named after a plant. They had those plants all around the place to emphasize on their point and I was living their with my aunt. We fell for it I guess. I really hated it at first because it made me feel like am vegetation which I know doesn't make sense. Why wasn't it as cool as Cleopatra? Anyway,as long as I have a roof over my head am okay.
I got in and went straight into the kitchen. Scooped quarter from the ice cream container into my favorite bow and off I went to my room.
Aunt Vanessa was at work so I didn't see the need to prepare lunch. I closed the door behind me and dealt with the ice cream. The primrose way. I waited for it to melt and just drank it. I licked the bowl clean, wiped my mouth and lay on my bed. Thoughts hovered all over my mind like an eagle. Lizzie and Tony? I just couldn't understand it. Natasha inviting me to her hot tub party? Even more freaky but it still made me have the freaks. It wasn't bad by the way. It really was cool. Cass and Omar had a spark? Oh My God. I turned my body to the other side facing the wall. Maybe it would be quite without any thoughts to torment me. Slowly but surely....like a baby,I began to sleep...to dream...
I walked down the alley past the two buildings behind Omar's apartment. I was following Omar. He seemed to be in a hurry to get away from me. I didn't know why. I felt hurt. I felt betrayed. I had to make Omar understand I was innocent. He walked toward the mini shop near the subway. I followed after him. He began increasing his pace after he saw me catching up with him. I didn't give up. I started running. Omar crossed the railway quickly before the train could pass. I made my way real quick and jumped the rail way to the other side so that I catch up with Omar. I saw a man a far. He had a blade in his hand. He aimed it at OMAR! My Omar! I gasped. Oh No!
"Omar duck!", I screamed my lungs out but he didn't seem to hear me. Bad luck. I had to act fast or else Omar will die. I quickly ran in the gap between him and the blade giving myself to it. It ruthlessly went down my spine and came out through my tummy. I felt an electric shock all over me. Was this what death felt like?
" Prim....",someone called my name. It was aunt Vanessa. She was right besides me. I gave her the most surprised look ever. I was so scared. "You were screaming from your dream and mentioning... Omar's name so I thought I'd come check on you", she explained. I quickly threw my hands around her. My heart was beating fast. I was sweating too. My hair was wet with my sweat.
" What's wrong?",she asked me
"Am alive....", I said feeling my body. "Am not dead..."
"You had a nightmare", she said running her fingers in my hair reminding me of what happened that morning at Omar's place. I leaned on my aunt's chest for a little while longer;until my heart beat became normal.
" Hunnie... I made us dinner..... Round chips and chicken sticks....",I loved that meal. So much that I'd drool even after mentioning the name.
"With masala?",I asked.
"With masala", she replied.
I got up and looked right into her face.
"I'll wash up and be down soon",I said while smiling at her. She smiled back and I got up and rushed into the bathroom. I smiled
"I'll be downstairs", aunt Vanessa said leaving my room. I went to my bathroom and slowly gave myself away to the water. The droplets stung as they touched my skin. They guzzled it like it was some free found food water. I washed my hair and the rest of me. Rinsed myself and walked out of the bathroom. I quickly dried my hair and noticed a bruise on my arm right on my reflection. I always dried my hair right in front of a mirror so that I see if am doing it perfectly. I quickly looked at my arm. It must be when Omar badly squeezed my hand. I still didn't know why. Why did he become so violent? Why was he so angry?
What sort of anger was that? Did he have anger issues?
Still in the thought, I slowly put my towel down. I sat in front of my mirror and combed my hair...still thinking about Omar and his secret. He was hiding something from me. I was so sure of it. But what? What sort of dark secret can someone hide? I couldn't even start guessing because I literally had no clue. Just his anger. Oh! That's a clue.
I tied my hair in a ponytail and left some strands hanging on both sides of my face. I wore my night gown and went downstairs to have dinner with aunt Vanessa. Round chips and chicken sticks made me droll. Just by mentioning it,it sounded so amazing to me. I walked to the kitchen and took in more of the aroma of the food.
"Like it?", aunt Vanessa asked. She was putting some chips in a plate and then another. Then she put chicken pieces in both plates and finished the meal with tomato masala puree. She gave me one plate and took the other. We walked to the sitting room and I sat right next to her on the couch.
"Someone's in a cuddling mood",she smirked. I giggled and put my arms around her. It reminded me of how I first hugged Omar. Back at Prof Greg's house. Omar was angry again. I don't know why. But I know one thing is for sure....I will help you Omar. I will. Whether you let me or not. I still will. Inner me said that. I stretched my hands and hugged aunt Vanessa even tighter. For some reason I thought it was Omar.
"Hey...", aunt Vanessa brought me back after she pat my back. "Dinner's getting cold".
"Oh!", I blushed while breaking apart from her. I shyly smiled at her and sat on my place. I carried my plate and shoved a chip into my mouth. A smile right on my face I quickly wore. I was thinking about Omar. Again!
" Is it that good?",aunt Vanessa asked. She noticed I was going wonkers again.
"Uh-huh", I interjected. I licked my fingers to make sure she understood my point. I took another chip and shoved it into my mouth. I tried to stay awake. I tried to stay alert but it seemed not to be working.I didn't want her to notice my constant off points in our conversation so I had to make sure my acting was on point. I then felt my phone vibrate from inside my gown's pocket. Someone must have been calling. I took it out and saw an unknown number's call. I had a feeling it was Omar. I didn't pick it up. I just put it back in my pocket.
" Who's that?",she asked
"Unknown number",I replied taking a bite of my chicken piece. I could feel her eyes on me that's why I didn't even look at her. I ate my chicken like no other. I ate it and left the bones crying for they were left naked. I licked my fingers again and finished my chips. One at a time. A chip. A thought. I would get lost as my teeth crushed down the fried potatoes and would often come back to reality after I was done chewing.
It was like that until I finished the whole plate.
I slowly licked my fingers. One by one and the more I did that... the more it enlightened me and I began to smile.
" Hello beautiful",I heard Omar say from behind me. I got scared. My heart skipped. I quickly turned around. I saw him. He was walking down the stairs from I-dont-know-where and walked toward me. He was smiling. He walked toward me and caressed my hair.
He leant over and kissed my cheek. I closed my eyes and Nuzzled up. I felt his fingers run in my hair.
"Please don't st-", I began but my statement landed in suspense after I noticed I was just daydreaming. There was no Omar!! I just missed him. Oh My God! I put my hand on my mouth and hit my head with the other.
" You're going nuts!",I snapped.
My aunt gave me this other look and I was not surprised. I carried my plate and off to the kitchen I went to avoid making the odds meet. I wasn't ready to talk to her about it yet but it seemed as if it wanted to come out in whatever way possible. I quickly dropped my plate in my sink and went upstairs to my room. I sat in my mirror and combed my hair.
I suddenly felt my phone vibrating. I checked it out and it was the same unknown number from before. Omar seriously? I knew it was him. I so new it was him. I wanted to answer but suddenly the rude me got into power.
"I won't pick your calls Omar...", I began. " I want to see how badly you can't resisted me not talking to you. Can you stand it?", I smiled falling backwards on my king sized bed and went all downing and upping due to the springs that were exerting the force. I decided not to pick Omar's calls after he called again five minutes later.
I switched my phone off.
"I know am in love with you Omar...but my ego isn't", I smirked throwing my phone in my drawer and going to bed.
" Sweet dreams Primrose",I said in this squeaky sweet voice
"Oh I will have Sweet dreams", I replied in this deep evil voice.
I smiled and went under my sheets.
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6:00 o'clock it's Monday morning. This really comes without a warning. I so wish we had some auto calendar that screamed each time it was going to be a Monday.
"It's gonna be Monday tomorrow! Beware! The horrible tiresome lazy and vibe killing day has approached. Prepare to have your weekend ruined." and then we'd always make it skip Monday to make sure we're back to Friday. Ha! How cool would that be. I was already in my uniform. I went downstairs and found already made corn flakes and slightly roasted strawberries in a bow swimming in milk. I began drooling. I went over and shoved a spoon followed by another and another into my mouth. I was always hungry on Monday mornings which make me eat like never before. I feel like I gain weight every Monday. My body always felt so heavy to carry around.
"So....that's where my bow went", I heard my aunt from behind me. "I think we should make our own series..... 'That's where my bow went'..because lately my bowl of breakfast is always missing..."
I laughed. She did it too.
"So....what'd your first clue be in finding this 'bowl'?", I asked making finger quotes on the word bowl.
" hmm..... It always goes missing on a Monday Morning ",she smiled
"You totally got me",I raised my hands after finishing her breakfast.
"I'll give you a ride..c'mon", aunt Vanessa said carrying her handbag and keys. She headed out of the house and I followed behind her. We started off and unfortunately there was a traffic jam.
" Mondays...",she dolefully wailed.
"I know right? So much for being first day of the week", I snapped. A breeze blew in my direction and I developed goosebumps. I closed my window. I hated sneezing. The running nose and everything were totally wicked and embarrassing. With Omar around I'd look like a total psycho!
Speaking of Omar....I've been meaning to talk to aunt Vanessa about him now. Like for real! I just needed to talk to someone about it. Ooh!! Lizzie!! She told me about her boo and I can tell her about my crush.
"Auntie-",I began but she suddenly cut me.
"We're here!! Frenyzs and delights.....", she said in this reporter voice while wobbling her fingers. I faked a smile and opened the door still shocked and wondering how we got to my work place all of a sudden. Maybe not today. I'll tell her some other day when I get the chance.I got out and waved as she drove off.
Lizzie!! I needed to talk to her. I quickly got in. I asked Marvin to get my file signed by Natasha and the Chief chef while I talked to Lizzie. I ran to the kitchen and boom....there was my pray.
"Lizzie!",I shouted and rushed to where she was giving her a warm hug.
"I missed you love....and I so want to talk to you about something",I began all happy and marvelled that I was finally going to spill the truth to my friend.
"Primrose...", she began in an angry upset tone "I also want to talk to you about something....but you go first"
"What's wrong?", I asked " You don't sound happy.....at least see me happy....."
"Why would I be?", she hissed folding her arms on her chest just like NATASHA! Something was up.
"Get talking...",she raised an eyebrow at me. Lizzie does that when she's angry. Why was she angry? Why was she mad at me? I didn't do anything wrong.....as far as I remember. I just stood there and looked at her. Today didn't seem like a day to talk about Omar. First auntie and now Lizzie.
" So....seems like I should get talking....",she said walking toward me.
"Do you have something to tell me about hazel macchiato?", she asked a little bit calm.
"Oh yeah.....I figured if we use cheese milk-",I began explaining myself but she quickly cut me.
"Thanks...cheese milk it is. So...how did you figure that out?", she asked constantly rotating her head.
"I .....I ...went to Tony's house and....and ....",I explained a bit nervous. I began to stammer not because I was guilty but because I was beginning to understand what was really going on. Someone hatched an evil scam to frame me. Yes! Natasha! Tony too?! That moron!
"The stammer explains everything. You are guilty!....", she began,pointing her index finger at me, "Do you even need acquittance? What do you think?"
"Guilty?", I asked completely lost. This conversation was confusing me.
" You stole my special and used it at my boyfriend's place to impress them right? You wanted his family to appreciate you and think your wife material ,right?", she spat it out. I got shocked.
"Hell No! Yuck!", I denied. "That's so false....whoever told you that lied to you "
Oh My God this was so messed up. To impress them? Had she known I didn't even want to be there in the first place.
"Oh! So he is Yuck now but wasn't so Yuck when you were with him Saturday night at Krazy Kangaroo right?", she attacked me with another question that completely gave me arrhythmia. This girl was out of her mind.
"He was having a night out with aunt Vanel and you went there and flirted with him!"
That blew my head off! Say what now? Me flirting with Tony.....you seriously have got to be kidding me. I'd rather die that to do that. Tony?? Gee..where will NY Omar be?
"What the heck? I didn't do that...I wasn't with Tony last Saturday night. I wouldn't even go with him under any circumstance. Come rain come sunshine!", I widened my eyes at her. I was so mad. I couldn't believe she was accusing me falsely.
"Shut up Prim!! You're talking about my boyfriend in a manner that is making me lose my temper.",she was so hot I'd see the flames right on her face.
"I can't shut up....you're accusing me falsely... I can't just accept something I'd didn't do...", I hissed back at her. I didn't know this is what awaited me on this Monday. I so wished it was yesterday again right now.
"I was at Natasha's place for a hot tub part last Saturday", I explained trying to act mature. I wasn't the shout type. Lizzie was. She was all over me and I was running out of explanations.
"Do you have proof? Natasha certainly wouldn't invite you and leave me out", she smirked.
That's when it hit me! This was Natasha's charade!! She purposely invited me to her party so that she would frame me! She wanted to create a rift between me and Lizzie... and she was using Tony to do that!!
"Where's that grumpy boyfriend of yours?", I asked going out of the kitchen. There he was. Taking his coffee. Quietly. Calmly.... and yet he had put my life in hot soup. I walked to where he was and quickly splashed the cup all over his shirt. I didn't even mind if he got hurt.
"But I just bought this last week...",he whimpered
"That'll serve you right..... You've been busy sticking lies in Lizzie's mind. She thinks I came to your place to make the coffee so that I should impress you.... How wrong of her....why would I want to impress YOU?", I shouted and him emphasizing my YOU.
"Oooh...so you actually went to his house",Lizzie smiled wickedly.
"Yes....I told you a while ago.....but it was before you started dating and I only went-", I began admitting not knowing I was digging my own grave. Tony jumped in before I could finish.
" You only came to show off that you're a good coffee maker...to impress my family... The VIRGINIANS ",he dramatically said the last part. I can't believe he lied. He set me up.
" I only went because you asked me to go...",I said. Tears gathered in my eyes.
"...and you used my idea to impress them....", Lizzie smirked again. She grabbed my arm and turned me violently in her direction
" Thanks for admitting....now admit that you were with him again at Krazy Kangaroo last Saturday... "
"Was I with you at Krazy Kangaroo last Saturday?", I asked Tony full of anger after I just loosened my self from Lizzie's grip. I grabbed his neck. "Tell her the truth or I'll squeeze these bones into bits in no time! "
Tony widened his eyes as he as he gasped for some air. He was scared. I could feel it. I wasn't scared at all. Killing him wouldn't be a problem to me. I wouldn't mind being in jail as long as I vanquished this lousy liar.
"Yes...yes you were.... you were flirting with me...", he lied again. I got angry. I slapped him hard.
"Prim!!!!",Lizzie shouted my name. She rushed to where I was and was about to slap me when someone grabbed her had. It was Omar!