What HE took from ME

Chapter 3 - Commotion

Brenda

I sobbed while aimlessly walking from one street to the other. I crossed many roads without even realizing it. My head was so preoccupied with Edgar that I did pay attention to my surrounding. My heart was in a million pieces that I did not know how to put back together. And to make it worse, I could not even talk about my rejection without being condemned to the pits of hell. I mean, he rejected me, right? I had not even told him about my feelings, and he already turned me down. That was the most humiliating thing that I had ever experienced.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed?" Someone yelled after honking like a mad cow. I looked around, and that is when I noticed where I was. "Move!" another driver yelled, but I could not move. I felt as if stuck in the middle of a busy club with no way out. However, this time instead of loud music, it was yelling, cursing, and more honking.

I pulled it together and started hurrying from the commotion I had created.

How did I even get in the middle of a freaking highway? I wondered as I tried to hurry to get out of the way. People clicked and cursed at me as I trembled away.

I heard someone saying that I was probably throwing a hissy fit because my mother kicked my boyfriend out. The woman added that I should be shipped away to a girls' boarding school to learn how to behave. She continued talking nonsense, and I just wished she could shut up. Since when did my parents spoil me? Since when did my daddy not raise me, well? If only they knew.

I had almost made it to the other side of the street when there was a sudden screeching of tires. I looked up in horror, only to meet a smirk from a woman who almost killed me.

Some women have issues.

I knew I was the one on the wrong, and that was why I had not bothered to yell back or even give a finger, but did I deserve to die? That was extreme. The killer woman removed the pair of dark sunglasses she was wearing, and boy, she looked familiar.

I wasted like a micro-second trying to figure out where I had seen that face- I knew her. Giselle?

She was Tim's assistant who did his dirty work for him. Tim knew that food was my Achilles heel, and he sent her with that, so I ended up forgetting to be mad at him almost every time. She was even the one Tim sent to lie to me about him not being in town today.

So why did she try to hurt me now? Didn't she know that I was engaged to her boss? Or maybe she wanted me out of the picture so that she could take my place. A growl rose to my throat as I made my way to her. I tuned out insults from other angry drivers and focused on that animal. I almost made it to her pink car when someone hoisted me and placed me on the side of the street.

People cheered before they began driving off. The clusterfuck I had caused cleared out within a minute, leaving me with the thoughtful police officer. He had saved my life, and I was grateful.

He offered me a water which I turned down politely. Then he began with counseling 101. I was so not up for it so, I apologized and took off. Did he think I was that stupid? He must have been waiting for the backup so they could arrest me. I did not want to be locked up. Again.

I found myself wandering off towards Stacey's campus. I felt like that place had a deep connection with the turmoil I was going through-If Mary had not fired me that day, I would not have had the free time to go to Goldstine World, and I would not have met Tim. I would not have tried to use Tim to get Edgar's attention. Consequently, I would not have been hurting that badly. Furthermore, Stacey was on that campus, and I needed her wise words at the moment. She was the only one I could confide in about what I felt, and she never judged me.

Tim had told me a couple of times that if I had any problems and needed someone to listen, I could call him anytime. But how was I supposed to call him after how I behaved? he gave me a ring, ugly and humongous, but a ring nonetheless, and instead of staying to find out what next, I zoomed out of there to find out what another guy thought about it. I knew he looked busy because I practically walked in on him yelling orders, but I should have stayed a minute. I should have asked what next. However, I cared more about Edgar, and It stung that he did not give me what I wanted. How could I tell Tim that?

Besides, our relationship was supposed to be a secret. The guy had forgiven me endlessly for telling my four friends about him, even after he warned me against it. And, he told me to keep the engagement low-key, but did I listen? Maybe, I will see him on our wedding day. That is if he still wanted to take me back.

I stood by the fence, looking inside; Should I go in there and watch Mary get worked up, or should I crawl in a hole and die? Tormenting Mary seemed fun, so I settled for it.

I lifted my left leg but stopped. What kind of person had I turned to? Did I get happy with the idea of making someone else miserable? I was a monster. I mean, I was willing to put Stacey through that debacle just for a few kicks from hurting another human being?

I was sick and tired of embarrassing Stacey. Plus, that was being childish and vindictive. All my life had been survival for the fittest and taking justice in my own hands no matter who got hurt in the way. Maybe it was time that changed. It was time to put people who cared about me in the front row seat.

Sparing Stacey another humiliation was a great way to start. Look at me. My attire looked like I just picked them from a dumpster. Dirty and worn out.

Sometimes, I could not help but wonder if Tim was genuine with the relationship or if he was faking it because I had nothing to offer. I was a high school dropout, about to turn eighteen, engaged to a guy who wanted to keep me obscure from every. He only sneaked me to his home whenever he felt like he wanted to flaunt his new car in front of me. I felt like he just wanted to remind me that he was on another level of life. I was sick of everything.

The thought of my relationship made me angry all over again. I needed to cool off, and the only place that came to my mind was the river. I did not even think twice before I started racing toward river Miriu.