"I HATE YOU!"
That was the familiar eight lettered sentence I have gotten used to.
I watched the lady in front of me.
Her teary honey brown eyes stared deep into my soul.
Her rosy cheeks had turned dark red.
Her long brown locks kept me captivated.
And her dress fit her like a glove.
I internally groaned at myself.
Clarissa here, didn't seem to care when she crashed her car into mine so why now?
She pointed her finger at me, wiping away her tears with her other hand.
"If you think you're gonna have it your way, the deal's still on, I am going to settle you so you stay out of my life."
A smile etched on my face.
Is she for real?
Her determination is amusing.
"We will see about that."
With that, I left her.
***********
As my mother approached me, I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.
I know she is here for just one thing.
"Hello mother."
I got up to kiss her cheek.
"And how's my son doing?"
I just nodded my head.
"So, where is she?"
What now?
I cleared my throat.
"She had to take on an impromptu modelling assignment so she's out of town."
"Huh?"
"Yes."
My mother had gotten into an affair with my dad through some unnecessary betrothal and just HAD to try to love each other, which I guess worked out perfectly.
But with me, NO.
Considering the fact that, after I get married, there's no turning back, because if there was one thing my parents hated, it's,
DIVORCE
I politely left my mother and went in search of Alan, arriving at the scene of him flirting with some girl.