Impossible Spindle

Seven

VII
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Amelia

Weekend rolled by and before I could know, it was already Monday. I hated Mondays, even more than I hated mornings. So a combination of both was obviously dangerous. Plus, a total nightmare.

Speaking of nightmares, my mind recapped the one I had two days before. As much as I hated, my body betrayed me every time I gave it a thought. My teeth clattered with the shiver that passed, and I'd have loved to blame the cold but I knew I'd be lying. It was useless to even try.

His face haunted me, his actions still have me flinching, and that murder-glint he had in his eyes like he was born with it...

A loud ring made me jump on my bed. After counting to three, I reached for the side table and scoffed after reading Sienna's name. Oh of course. I was grateful that she took upon herself to wake me because I was anything but a light sleeper. Even my ringtone couldn't change that.

But my nightmares－they did.

But Sienna didn't need to know that. I was fine by giving her the satisfaction that only she could wake me out of my horse like slumber.

I didn't pick and waited till the sound died. Maybe she wanted a ride since she haven't had her car fixed yet. Stubborn Sienna. But I also loved that about her so it really didn't matter if I'd to give her free rides all my life. She was the only true friend of mine. I would never not mind giving her up.

Less than a minute after, my phone buzzed again. I smiled before accepting it. "What?"

"Well...good morning to you too," I squeezed my cheeks to stop myself from laughing. I could already imagine her rolling her eyes over the phone. "Are you still asleep?"

"Yeah...kind of. Thank you for waking me up." I faked a yawn.

"No problem. Though it's a bit too late to thank me after a year and half for my faithfulness. Isn't it?"

"Exactly it is for a year and half for my trustworthiness of covering your ass. Right." I flipped my hair to the side, standing up.

There wasn't any reply. I thought she hung up but then she said what I dreaded the most. I even regretted answering her call after that. "I know what happened with you in the café." Her tone was clinical, but I knew her well enough to hint more than that. She'd easily have me tricked if I didn't.

I undid the blinds, letting the sunlight in. Obviously she knew. What was I expecting? That place was her mother's so she had to know. I didn't know why the fact bothered me so much.

Because she'd pity me?

Probably.

"I see." I went out of my bedroom on feeling uncomfortable. This wasn't something to talk over a phone call.

And she had to catch it. "Can you give me ride to the campus? My car's still broke."

"Sure.." Oh, and I love you. "Be ready on time. You know I hate to wait," I said, trying not to let my relief flicker on my voice.

"Don't worry."

After a little less than an hour, I parked right before Sienna's apartment then sent her a quick text to hurry. She was never on time and that usually ended up in me waiting for a good time in my car.  As of thinking about it, Sienna was the breathing reason why women had an image of being late because they simply couldn't help it. And I would never be able to defend the point because that living proof was my very own best friend.