One More Night

The Press Craze gone Crazy...

I picked up my clothes and put them on (luckily I was still wearing my underwears which gave me hope that nothing might have happen to me and that twat. 

And speaking of the devil, I looked at him who's still unconscious  and felt a bit guilty.

Why do I have to be guilty? He deserve it anyway.

That arrogant and cocky bastard.

I stormed out of the room not even looking back to that pervert. But as I opened the door, I literally dropped my jaw.

*****

When I was six, I was playing sword fighting with my younger cousin at my grandma's house(yeah, I know it sounds ridiculous but hey,were kids).And ofcourse, being as clumsy as hell, I accidentally hit the precious sculpture of my grandma. I could tell that it was antique for it had been there since I could still remember and another thing is that, everything that is in my grandma's house are expensive and antique.

But now, grandma's favorite sculpture is now on the floor shattered in pieces.

I cringed.Then I heard grandma's quick footsteps coming towards our direction.

Then she looked at me, to my stick sword, then to her precious sculpture, then back to me.

I knew from that moment that I'd be receiving some good beating that day.

In that exact moment when my grandmother took hold of the stick that my cousin was holding and was starting to walk towards me furiously, I wished secretly to myself that a miracle would happen and change back time or wish that the ground would just open up and swallow me whole to avoid the feeling of pain when that stupid stick touched my butt.

And you know what?That's exactly what i feel right now,except it's not the pain of a stick that I'm trying to get away with.

Flashes of lights from cameras and people that are trying to get my attention that are talking simultaneously welcomed me.

I couldn't comprehend what they are trying to say because they were all talking at the same time.

"Miss Alexandria,is it true that you are with Mr.Danny Smith?"

"Miss Hendrick?What happened between you and Mr.Marco Richardson?We thought you two are together?"

"Miss Hendrick?Hello?"

I feel like I was in the middle of a trance.

How did they know who I am?I'm sure nobody here knows me and my family.

Then I realized that they are actually not from here in Macau. They're from home.

But how did they know where I am?

I stepped back and turned to go back to the room and just probably stay there until they've gone off.

But then,another shocker.

Perfect.I forgot that the bastard is also in the room.

And there he is,lying on the floor directly on the door where the press can see him.

"Wait Ms.Hendrick, is that Mr.Smith there?"

"So you two are together?'

Shit.

A few hours later..or minutes..or probably just a shitty second...

I slumped down on my chair with my thoughts far more vast than the universe and deeper than the Pacific(and no, I'm not exaggerating yet).

I know you might be asking how the hell did I manage to get out of that embarrassing and shocking situation but NO, I wasn't eaten whole by the floor and was spitted magically as to where I am now like how I'd wished.

***

Shit.

The moment that word fell out of my mouth, my subconsciousness floated away into the space. I feel like my whole world stopped spinning for a second, and the next thing i knew, i knocked out one of the photographers in front of me(I have no choice, he was blocking the way) and scampered around as I try to get away from that crazy press and dashed off as fast as possible without even looking back.

"Shit!Shit!Shit!" gasp

"Fuck!" gasp

-Was all I could manage to say in between my breaths.

I run off as fast as I could not even caring where I am until I found myself infront of the building where I work.

It's amazing how the feeling of embarrassment can make you dash off that fast and that long.I feel like I had just ran a 10K run with rabies infested dog running after me.

And now I'm here slumped on my chair looking flushed,confused and scared.

Scared that maybe I had gone crazy.