Last Christmas (Alex Gaskarth)

3 days ago

Days to go before Christmas: 3 Time: 10:10 AM

"So you're name's Krista, 'ey?" She soley nods at this and looks at the door again. Oh how she misses the feel of the fresh air even though they just got in. "Erd all about you from this young fella."

The woman almost chokes when he blows his smoke near her face. Great. "Excuse me" she says.The woman walks out and swings the door open, and slams it shut. No matter how freezing the wind is or how big is the mansion, Krista prefers to stand and be here for hours than talk inside with that creepy, old boss of his. She takes out her phone and scrolls down the list of songs and plays something that was released three years ago.

Last night she decided to download again her favorite songs on her phone and delete some of the classical music that irritates her so much, leaving only the 4 of them left. Har har. She puts them on loud speakers and sits on the swing at the corner, seconds later the front door swinging open with a flaring ...ugh.

"Please get in- what are you listening to?"

She heavily sighs. "It's music, Cal."

He walks toward her and grabs her phone. "What is this? Rock?"

"Alternative rock."

"Damn it, this is loud, isn't it? Turn it off."

"No."

Her boyfriend bites his lip and turns it off like its his own, and then she sees him widen his eyes. Callum looks at it, then back at her, anger boiling up again. "What happened- What is going on with you, Krista? You have been acting so different lately and from these past few days I don't seem to understand you anymore and I thought...Have I been wrong to you? Do you need a job or something? Is it because it is Christmas? What? You have been acting so strange and I just can't seem to stand it anymore...

Callum continues to babble along, with his eyes crooked and ears red. She rolls her eyes at how annoying and completely pathetic he sounds, the man suddenly grabbing her wrist. "Don't act like you're better than me."

"I was not trying to be better than you, Cal. Can you please stop and look at yourself, right now? I mean, please, listen to me on this one-

And, baam. She stares face down, her mouth open, her left cheek hurting and stinging. They stand there for a few moments, her tears forming in her eyes and her hair covering her face. She sees the man freeze for a moment and sees him take a step forward from her periphery, but she lifts her chin up and straighten her back. "Slap me again."

His faceis white, and from the look in his eyes he seems terrified. Hah. "Kris...oh my God I'm so so sorry..."

"Slap me again."

"Krista..."

"Just slap me, Cal."

"Shit, I don't know what's gone into me-

"Slap me again, Cal."

He lifts his arms to try and hug her but she makes a couple of steps back instead. And another. And another. "I hate to break it to you so suddenly, Cal, but I think you're one of the saddest people I've ever met."

Callum's anger starts to flare up again but the woman continues. "If you can just listen to yourself right now, you'll be able to understand why I'm going to do this and I'm just so fed up-

"Krista, I didn't mean to-

"Just shut up!

Callum I know that you've been a kind and caring man, but I have been absolutely irritated and tired by you, thinking that I'm just some...personal assistant, or just this person who you want to spend some time with and...and to just throw away again-

"I was not throwing you away! And after all this time I was being sincere and being all good to you-

"And how you just cut me from saying something or just but in. I'm not a toy or some....some tissue you use. You'll probably hate me forever, Cal, but I...I can't take this anymore. I'm so so sorry." She snatches the phone from him and takes a couple of steps down, the snow crunching down her feet. She beams at the gate she sees but decides to turn around, still not finished with something. "Wait, I still got somethings to say.

First, I was pretending all along that I am obsessed with classical music. Well, I appreciate and like it, but I am not this girl who..who buys paintings of composers, and buys a stockpile of books and CDs about it and decorates his home like he's living back in the 17th Century and...buys musical instruments and not even considers playing it. Because it's. A. Waste. Of. Time. And I feel so so sorry for all the ladies you're going to meet after this, because they won't be able to realize what a pathetic, waste-of-a-time you are when they are going to see you.

Second, I am going to walk out of that gate, heading towards somewhere far away from you-

"I'm hearing that."

She beams, looking at the blank and hard face he gives. "But I thank you, though. Because of you I  was able to realize that persons like you are not worth spending."

She walks away with a smile on her face and almost forgets. "By the way, I kissed someone three days ago. But you won't seem to mind that anyway."

"Fuck you, Krista."

"Merry Christmas!"

Time: 10:49 AM

She hears a some muffling on the background and steps coming down from a staircase before she hears Kat's voice again. "I'm not sure if this is the right number but..."

The cab swivels to the right, causing the woman to lean left from the motion while her hands moving rapidly no matter how crooked the lines and numbers were.  The branches sway and bend on the trees and she thinks a storm is coming on their way, with the drastically gray clouds descending so much snow and the wind blowing profoundly. "You got it?" Kat asks. She nods and says goodbye, her hands and shaking in anxiousness as she then types the number on her phone. She takes deep breaths while looking at the window beside her, the continuous rings making her feel more uneasy.

Krista does not know what made her snap all of a sudden back there at his colleague's house, but she's just had enough of him making her feel distressful and low. But how...funny it is, to end a relationship in a stranger's home. She means, it would have been more dramatic if it were in Callum's home. Like, a wrong clap-

"Um, hello? Who's this?"

Krista snaps her head to look at the dashboard, a smile spreading on her face. "A...Alex? It's Krista."

She could see him form a grin on the otherline but not even a mere five seconds later the call ends. She stares at the phone, probably because of the signal, and calls him again. She waits from the first ring...the second ring...the third...to the point that she goes on...voicemail? "Alex, it's Krista. Um, I need to tell you something. I mean, we have to meet somewhere, like right now, or if you're not busy or anything-

"What do you want?'

The woman swallows her saliva before speaking, her voice strained. "Oh, it's just that...well, I have someth-

"Well before you go on, I have something to tell you."

Krista hears someone talking at the background that causes his voice...to sound, louder. "Oh. Um, okay." She hears him snort.

"Stop fucking call me."

He ends the call with a push of a button with her mouth agape. She redials his number again and again, but she was only responded with a woman saying that the number could not be reached. The woman presses her lips together and heavily sighs on the seat, looking up to avoid the tears forming in her eyes.

"You okay, miss?"

She swallows her saliva and biting the back of her cheek, nodding. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine."