Phobia

December 24, 2016 - Butterflies

     December 24, 2016. The day Robert and I met. I was 19, he was 25. We were at a Christmas party. My best friend at the time, Chaelisa, had invited me. Rocky was her boyfriend then. Chaelisa had wealth like no one else I've ever met. Why Chaelisa became my friend, or invited me here, was one big wonder. But I didn't question it. It was nice to have someone that cared about me; Even if I didn't deserve it. So what happened? See for yourself.

     I arrived at the door of Chaelisa's "Humble home". It was a huge mansion that was modern but had an old feel to it. That's strange. I put my hand on the golden door knob. I can feel my heart beat so hard it might as well pop out of my chest. I take a deep breath and pull open one of the French doors. Inside, tons of people wearing extravagant outfits that out-classed mine in every way, were talking and dancing. It wasn't a rager. It was an elegant Christmas party. The air smelt of sweet cranberries and vanilla. I look up and see a beaming and large chandelier hanging. It was beautiful. I'm caught in staring at its beautiful design. It's somehow... Mesmerizing. However a group of chuckles and giggles knocks me out of my deep stare. I look over and sees a group of classy and attractive women pointing and laughing. They're laughing at me... Why are they laughing at me? "Who does she think she is? showing up in that thing." One girl says as she is hysterically laughing.  It sounds as if it's forced.

     I look down to my outfit. It's a velvet fitted dark red dress that goes down to my ankles. It's a sweetheart neckline with thin straps. I've never worn anything quite as fancy. I don't see a problem with it. Chaelisa had given it to me a day prior to wear here. I'm wearing my silver high heels I got from Target. Ahh. I see. But would they really laugh at me for these shoes?  That's something I ask myself as I close the door behind me. I pass tons of people, whispering and staring at me. There's definitely more than 100 people here. I start to feel claustrophobic and I shiver at the thought of being closed in with all these strangers. I turn to the left and walk towards something appears to a bar. I've only been to Chaelisa's house one other time and I didn't even look inside. "Oh my god, hey Rihanna!" I hear a familiar voice behind me.

     I turn around and see Chaelisa. She's wearing a dark green dress. It isn't fitted, it's fluffy. It doesn't go down to her ankles either. It just covers her kneecaps. It compliments her bright green eyes. Her shoes, tall-heeled, velvet red, and open-toed. She really pulled off this year's outfit. She is always so beautiful. She outshines me no matter what. She has a pale face with cute freckles in all the perfect places. Her red hair, wavy right now, always shines as well. I can't compete with her. She has symmetrical and perfect facial features. "How have you been?" She asks with genuine excitement. 

     "Oh haha! I've been good. Beautiful house by they way," I can't help but reply awkwardly. "This is nothing like mine!"

     "Ha! Well thank you. Please, enjoy some refreshments and don't be afraid to socialize." 

     "I will certainly try." I say, smiling. 

     "Try and you are sure to succeed... Well sometimes that's true."

     We share a moment of awkward silence. A man, at least 6'2", broadly Italian, and muscular walks up to Chaelisa and wraps his arm around her. "Hey, babe, come say hi to Robbie and the boys real quick." His voice is deep and he doesn't take his eyes off of her. 

    "Oh you know I'd love to," Chaelisa chuckles sweetly. "But I'm with Rihanna. Can't leave her." She gestures towards me. 

    The man brings his dark brown eyes to me. Wow, I am incredibly short compared to him. He stares into my eyes, my heart starts beating like crazy. He looks at me and he has this look on his face. His smile dropped and his eyes lit up. There's this feeling I have in my chest and in my stomach. Butterflies. I can tell it's a shared feeling by the look on his face. 

And just like that, my heart was taken.