once in a lifetime

Chapter 7

 I open my eyes. actually' i'm trying to open my eyes. they are swollowed, full of disgusting  mouistre. I don't even remember falling a sleep because I cried so much.

The last time I looked at the clock, the time was 2 AM.

I pick up my phone, to text my boss David and i find myself staring at the phone for the second time in the last twelve hours.

30 missed calls, 5 texts massages. all from Jaime.

I didn't tell anybody I was meeting Jaime last night so it explines the non missed calls from anybody else.

I open the texts

"Emma, are you okay?"

"Please answer your phone"

"Just tell me you are home safely at least"

"EMMA?!?!"

"ANSWER THE PHONE"

After I texted David that i'm sick and I won't come to work tomorrow and well aware of the fact it's 2:30 AM , I saw I have 3 voice massage.

I'm not sure i'm ready to hear it, but I will anyway.

"Emma, please answer you phone"

"Emma, I won't invesigate you, I really want to know you are okay"

Oh my god, I fell such a fool. how come after all this years that man, the man I gave everything for, the man who completely broke my heart, still efects me like that.

I thought my one year relastionship with my ex- fiancee Marco managed to earse him from my soul, but I guess I was wrong, so wrong.  

I turn around in my bed, single tear drops from my eye, only because I have no tears left.

How could I do it? I went out on a date with London most attractive bachlore and I managed to blow out everything.

After evertyhing I suufered beacause of this man, all his lies and mentally abuse I promised myself I will never let him effect me and here I am letting him destroy me evening with the single man who managed to make me forget about my past for a few hours.

I press on my phone to listen to the third voice mail

"I don't know what happaned, or who was on the phone, and a matter a fact, right now I don't give a fuck. the only thing I can tell you now is that i'm so fucking pissed and i don't want to switch places with you if you won't call me back tomorrow. good fucking night, Emma"        

I'm speechless. me, Emma Francisca Richards, is speechless.

Before i know it, I hear the dial tone, oh yeah i am well aware of the fact it is almost 3 in the morning, and well, I don't really care. well done, Mr Thomas, i'm not sad anymore, im pissed.

I really don't envy him right now, I think i'm going to...

"Well well, look like someone is still alive". I can feel his grin from his voice, his deep manly voice. kind of voice who will make my body tremble and forget why i'm so mad at him. 

But something is different.

"Are you drunk, Jaime?". the worry in my voice suprises me.

"I needed to relaxe. I felt so...". he doesn't finish his sentence

"So what?".. now i'm corious to know what he is talking about.

But he doesn't answer, even after couple of minuts.

"I'm an really sorry. I... I... I can't talk about it right now, but I'm sorry". I can't believe I was so mad 2 minuts ago.

"Just so you know, no one, but no one, runs away from me like that". and he hangs up, leaving me speechless again.