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Chapter 32

CHAPTER 32
DON'T WANNA TALK ABOUT IT

"GOOD MORNING,"

"Holy shit," Luisa jerked in shock at the sudden intrusion of voice, "Blake. Oh, I forgot you were here,"

"Nice to know how memorable I am," she stretched her arms above her head, yawning.

Luisa rolled her eyes in return, "Coffee?"

"Ugh, yes please," she slumped down on the island, bending forward and placing her head against the cold tile.

She had learnt how her friend took her coffee by now; with lots of cream and sugar. She had a sweet tooth. Luisa slid a mug towards her.

"Where's your girlfriend?" Blake asked, once she had taken a sip of the sweet beverage and noticed the lack of presence of a certain brown-skinned woman.

Luisa took her mug in her hand, shaking her head quite adamantly, "Nope. Nuh-uh. We're not talking about that,"

"Oh?" Blake frowned, confused, rightfully so, because they did seem fine the day before—more than fine, if she were recalling correctly.

"It's a long story, and I don't want to get into it," she stated loudly as she walked away, disappearing into her room, more than ready to get her day started and leave all of the previous night's event behind.

The strange thing about all of it though was Luisa quite couldn't figure out what actually happened between them—were they in argument? Was that actually their first fight?

It didn't feel like one to Luisa though. Weren't there supposed to be screaming and yelling? There were none of that; they were both pretty calm to some extent, or at least Luisa was; she felt confused and at crossroads for the most part of it though.

But Torrey left, despite Luisa asking her to stay and she hadn't responded to her texts. She didn't even know if she had gotten back safe; at least Luisa did text her back when she reached her apartment that night she found about Polly being Torrey's stepsister.

She didn't want to feel mad at her girlfriend, but she was. This felt petty almost, and, she didn't think any of them were at fault really. They both kept stuff from each other; however, if she was considering the sequence of the events that unfolded, technically it was Torrey who started keeping things from her.

She didn't even tell Luisa about knowing her, and being Polly's stepsister until like a few days ago. But again, she didn't want to be mad or point fingers at anyone.

Okay, maybe there was one person she wouldn't mind putting all the blame on—Polly. She was her best friend but that certainly didn't give her the right to meddle with her relationship like this. Especially a relationship like Luisa had never experienced ever before.

Luisa shook her head in disapproval, finishing the coffee in her mug before placing it on the bedside table. She told Blake that she didn't want to talk about it, which also meant she didn't want to think about it.

She was not going to think about it. She was going to shower and not think about it at all. But of course, it was easier said than done.

***

Two days passed without Luisa hearing a word from Torrey. The only indication she got that the latter was doing alright was through her consistent story updates on Instagram. They were mostly work-related but still they irked Luisa; if she had time to update her social media, then surely, she should have had enough time to at least text her.

The one person that had been constantly contacting though was the one person she didn't quite wanted to hear from. Groaning to herself, she threw her phone on the armchair away from her and it landed with a bounce, merely escaping from falling to the floor. Luisa didn't think she would have actually minded if her phone fell anyways; maybe then it would stop buzzing, signalling the barrels of messages that Polly was bombarding her with.