I sat by my window cuddling my blanket. I watched outside as the rain poured all it's misery. I wish I could do the same.
"You FUCKING live in a mansion and you don't have a single CCTV?!" Elisa screamed on her phone.
I don't remember much from last night, the only thing I remember is that I saw my mom's car and the doll hanging inside the car before everything went black.
My grandma said she found me on the front door when someone rung the doorbell. Crazy I know.
As far as I know, I had blurry memory of grandma panicking and the next thing is me waking up on my bed. Elisa had been here all this time.
I told her what happened and ever since she's been continuously on call trying to find my mom. She sounds way more panicked than I am.
I'm not surprised that she's here again. I knew she'd come back someday, I just never thought I'd faint.
But that's not what I've been thinking about all this time.
I remember the lavenders in my sense. I know it was him. He dropped me off here. But why did he drop me off? He could've done anything if he was really a stalker. He could've taken an advantage of the situation. Then why?
I remembered the eyes. Fuck. I can never forget them. They were the most beautiful pair of darkness that I've ever seen. So wild yet so patient.
I could feel the fire burn through my body when I looked into the pair.
The look. If looks could kill. I'd be burning with pleasure by now. I felt almost naked under his gaze. Lust burnt through them, yet it had a certain anger. I'm still confused.
At that moment I wanted to get on my knees and beg for the man to come in front of me. Come and let me hear that voice. Let me feel the warmth of his touch. Let me- no, absolutely not. I'm not gonna mindfuck my stalker. I didn't dare tell Elisa, I know the next time I step inside college I'll get weird smirks.
I trust her ofcourse I do, but she's a stupid bitch when it comes to finding the man of my dreams. One time I told her I liked a guy from my first year literature class, she went around warning every girl in the college that if anyone lays an eye on him she'll scratch their eyes out and hang them as Halloween decoration in her house.
I sighed and looked at her. "Hey" I called her she kept yelling. "Um" no response. "El?" She screamed at the top of her lungs.
Okay. That's too much now. I got up and shook her violently holding her shoulders. "Elllllllll" She finally looked like she got back to her senses.
"Huh?" She looked at me with surprise. "I said it's fine. I don't want to know where she is. If she wants to see me, she'll come to me" the words left my mouth as a sudden thickness formed in my throat.
No. I'm not gonna cry over her. No way. She left me. All alone. At the peak of my adolescence. I'll never forgive her and definitely never cry over her again.
I tried to gulp the lump down but it only caused more pain. I could feel my body grow hot and my vision go blurry. No no I won't cry. Elisa looked at me as worry filled her eyes.
And before I knew it, I was hugging her like a baby and crying. She held me close and cooed in my ears. "Shh, it's alright. I'm here for you"
Elisa has been there for me since my mom left. It's like she took over my mom's place. She's been here through my worst. I sobbed my eyes out on her shoulder. It's her favourite tee, but she didn't complain.
I don't know but my heart felt like someone's clenching it so hard that it'd burst out of my chest. The pain in my throat only increased as silent sobs left my throat.
Eventually the tears dried. They always do.
I pulled away and she stuck a loose strand behind my ears cupping my cheeks. "Babe, you're stronge. You don't cry over the one's that left you. So woman up and walk out like a queen who doesn't give two fucks about petty leavers."
"But walk out where?" I looked at her with confusion. She slammed her palm on her forehead as if she instantly regretted saying it. "It's a proverb"
I raised an eyebrow as the thought of irritating her flew in my mind. "You sure it's called a proverb?" She rolled her eyes and jumped on me. "Bitchhh" Yep. Bad at grammar.
And we started laughing like idiots. She knows how to make me feel better. "Okay You're like 200 pounds. Get off. " She got offended. She asked gasped and said "Holy fucker! I'm only 106 pounds!"
I smirked. "You look like 200" she rolled her eyes and said "You're dead meat" and before I knew she was tickling the life out of me. I somehow managed to tackle her off of me.
She looked at me darkly and said "Oh you gotta be kidding me" I got up and took off in a run. Nope. I ain't dying so early. She ran after me and caught me like I didn't even try.
"Wtf?! How?! Everytime" I got annoyed as she pinned me down. "You have an hour before your conference tomorrow, you're doing a photoshoot for me" she stated sitting on top of me.
"But we just did one a few days back" I reasoned. "It's an order" she said looking at her nails. "Order my foot" I retorted. "I helped you get closer to your crush. Now don't ask me how" she looked to the other side.
Huh? How did she help?
"But why? Tell me!" My curiosity got the best of me. "Only if you do the shoot" she demanded. I groaned. She clapped her hand and got off of me. "Great. I'll pick you up tomorrow. Wear something brown"
I nodded as I saw her standing up and dusting her clothes off. "I have to get my camera checked. So I'll catch up with you later okay?" "Okay"
She sent me a flying kiss and left the room. I layed there silently. A million thoughts ran through my brain.
Why did my mom suddenly show up? Did she miss me? Or did she just pass by to get some business done? Does grandma know that she's here? Should I ask her? What if she doesn't?
I racked through my brain but the answer to none of them appeared but only one. Should I get myself some coffee? Yes. Absolutely.
I rolled on my tummy and lazily got up. I stood up and decided to put on cozy soft clothes. I helped myself into a pair of sweat pants and an oversized tee. I pulled my hair up in a messy bun and threw on some flipflop.
It's just the coffee shop no one's gonna see me anyways. I stood infront the mirror to look at myself once.
NO. I'm not going out like this. Never.
I ran back into the closet and pulled out a beautiful scarlet pleeted skirt. I put on a white full sleeved highneck top and put on my white rain boots. I threw on a small gold necklace and some small earrings.
I let my hair fall on my back and walked in front of the mirror. Satisfaction washed over my heart. Better. I can never leave without looking presentable.
Idc if no one is looking. I don't want to go out looking like a homeless freak. Simple.
I picked up my bag and few papers. I need to look over em before tomorrow's conference. Yeah, it sounds so classy, but the job is killing me. Being the President isn't easy at all.
I walk downstairs only to find grandma knitting. "I'm heading to the coffee shop, do you want me to pick up something for you on my way home?" I asked as she slightly nodded her head.
She looks different today. Less active. I went and sat by her feet. "You alright?" I asked her. She didn't reply and continued to knitt. I got up and wrapped my arms around her.
"It's alright. I don't know what happened. But everything's alright. Okay?" She just nodded. I guess she needs some space.
I pulled away and quietly left. I crossed a few streets before entering the shop I always enter. I sat myself by the window in the end of the shop and took out my papers.
After ordering hot chocolate, I started working. I was going through the papers when I noticed an unfilled one. Ah yes, Xavier Hunt. Still hasn't shown up yet. Not even a single hint about why he joined, and his choices, preferences, talents nothing.
I just hope he joins the metting tomorrow. Or I'll have to do all his work. Yes, I just cannot kick someone out. If they don't attend I have to do their work and to my luck all the mem-
Chills ran down my spine. The lavenders are back. The smell. He's watching me. My eyes immediately ran across the shop just to find nothing. I looked out of the window, nothing. For instance, I had the urge to look back at the wall. Maybe someone. No not possible.
I took in a deep breath and decided to ignore the smell. I tried to focus but the intoxicating smell only grew thicker. The atmosphere was heavy. I could feel myself sweating when it's freezing outside.
The shivers hit my core and almost couldn't breath. I stood up suddenly, leaving my things behind I walked out of the cafe just to breathe. I looked around and saw no one.
I slowly took small breathes and felt my nerves calm down. I walked back into the cafe and took my seat. I sat down quietly and picked up my paper. The hot chocolate was already at my table.
I picked my cup only to find a small purple sticky note sitting under it. I picked it up and slowly I could feel the blood wash off my face.
It said "You don't like my scent, princess?"
I could feel my palms getting cold, the sweat suddenly frozzen. I moved my head from here to there around the room like a mad woman only to find the nothing. What in the actual fuck?
I rushed my way to the counter and asked the receptionist about the waiter who left the cup. She pointed me to one of the young girl working there.
I sped walk to her and she looked terrified by my sudden approach. Okay, I gotta calm down. I straighten myself up and tried to sound normal. "Hey there...um did you see anyone leaving this note on my table?" I asked her.
She looked like she saw a ghost and nodded her head in a no immediately. I sighed and apologized. She looked at me one more time before rushing into the employees chamber.
Weird.
I looked back at my seat and then at my note. I sped walk to my table and grabbed all my stuff shoving the note in between the papers. I picked up my coffee leaving the money on the table before rushing out of the cafe.
What the fuck is wrong with my life?