Hearken

Chapter 19: Heartbreak

Please guys, for Adam's sake. Listen to 'treat you better' by Shawn Mendez as you read this chapter.

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Back home, it was already midnight. Adam took off his Patek Philippe silver wristwatch and thew it on the table but it fell against the marble floor. It gave a disturbing creak. He walked up to it and it’s case, crystal and crown was already broken.

Heated, a hand scratched his head, thinking of how she smile at Luke’s presence.
'Was it jealousy? Did I overreact? No, I didn’t! I am a man and she should respect me. That was not a coincidence.'

“All ladies are freaking the same!” He spat in anger. “Her ex visited us in the restaurant she picked. Am I a child? Eve freaking embarrassed me in public, as if I was nothing. I feel like a fool to have thought she want me.” Adam hissed out loud, pissed at himself. He fell back to a chair beside the bed to think.

‘Why do I have to break my sim card? Maybe I overreacted a little. I do not know what her phone number is.’ Adam tapped his feet, unsettled and sudden pulled up, sitting upright on the golden-brown, leather egg chair.

“What’s her number again?” he brought out his phone to check on his last dialed contact list but the number wasn’t there. “Um.. 212-1602-54.” Adam stammered on the numbers. What comes after 4... Uh!” He wiped his scrunched face and exhaled in total confusion.

“How do I get Eve’s contact now? Should I call Hazel? What would I say?” Adam scrolled through his message inbox and luckily, Hazel’s contact was there. “What if she asks why I need her mum’s phone number? What would I say? Uh! I hate this situation!” Adam mistakenly threw his phone over the wall and it’s screen smashed in to pieces.

“Argh!” he stormed out in a rage with gritted teeth. One could tell how frustrated he was but I wasn't. I won't allow anything frustrate me this beautiful evening.

I ate till full and rushed back home. Getting home, I climbed upstairs. Bent Out of Shape, I hurried into my bathroom. A thought about how Luke disgraced Adam played on my mind. That was unfair, really. He must have thought that I had invited him there. What a stupid thing to think. I hissed mentally, glaring at myself over the mini-wall mirror. I took off my jewelry into the sink and brought out a box of facial wipes from my handbag. Taking a sheet to wipe off my makeup, it pained me the way Adam left. Luke almost kissed me today. I might have slapped him if he did. And he was going about us pairing the same ‘black outfit’ as if we’d ever done that. Was Luke drunk? Did he mistake me for his wife or something? That idiot! I’ll punch him hard in the face when next we meet. Luke just ruined my day, huh?

I took off my dress and sat at the edge of my golden, porcelain, enameled steel bathtub. Preparing myself for a chilly night shower. Gently, I closed my eyes and turned on the shower. Letting the chilly water spread over my hair and face. It ran down my heated body as I cooed at its rough touch. I moaned softly, running a relaxed hand over my hair, down my shoulders, and curves. Its freezing sensation brought me to reality. With every drop of water, shining like a pearl against my slim, chocolate body.

Rumi said, when you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy. I felt an urge of joy and satisfaction swelling in me a while ago, but right now. I feel my world breaking down. Once or twice, I’ve heard people say that the fall of dropping water wears away the stone. Or they may say that nothing is softer and more flexible than water. Yet, nothing can resist it. Were they all lying? Because this shower isn’t helping. I held onto my head with my eyes tightly closed. All I say was Adam’s dark stare, his dagger look. Adam is different when he’s angry. What he must he be going through right now. I should meet him. I should apologize. Does that mean he defeats me.... Am I this small now? Imagine meeting him, begging for him to accept me. Why do I feel this way? My shivering hand that held onto the shower valve turned it off. My head dropped in resignation to what love had made me do.

A slow-burning emotion clouded my puzzled mind. Although no one was watching, holding back the pain was something impossible. The lust to cry was freedom. A heavy volume of streaming tears bursted out from the corners of my eyes as I broke down mentally. All I could do was cry in stuttering sounds.

And all I could feel was regret as I broke down in tears. ‘Only if... tonight was perfect, only if. Maybe... this was. I don’t know... Maybe it’s better this way.’

Watching the glassy wall, my vision turned blur, and I closed my eyes to the pain.

I incoherently mumbled things through my hands over my mouth while choking on the bitter sobs.

Minutes later...

It’s been years since I last shed a tear. Bummed out for a while, even after I stopped crying, I wrapped myself up in a soft, white towel and put on my nightgown. I scrolled through my phone to message him when I realized he’d broke his Sim card earlier. 'Why would he even do that? Who goes around breaking Sim cards just because of an apology?' I lay in bed to sleep and all I could think about was him.