Queenpin Of Wales

Chapter 10

My feet didn't stop running up the stairs, they didn't stop until I reached my door hearing the door slam. I swore I broke my door. I've never closed my door that hard, I was never allowed to. This time, however, it feels well-deserved. My mom wasn't screaming from the bottom of the stairs telling me to 'lose my attitude'. She thought shutting the door a certain way meant you had some sort of disrespect. No Kathy, you just lost all of my respect. I was trying to catch my breath, I felt like I was having a heart attack as I cried out. My chest hurt, it was as though someone was sticking needles in my heart and pulling the string out one by one. A painful stretch. I crouched down connecting my kneecaps to my chest thinking if all my weight goes on my knees I'll feel better. Am I having a panic attack? I'm pissed off! I'm not panicking!? Or am I? Am I scared I'll never see Catherine again? No. I need to stop thinking that. I'm seeing Catherine again. I thought maybe I'll text Cat and find out what hotel she's at.

From Myla:

Again, I'm so sorry. I'm so upset about how my mom acted. I knew she was nosey but I never thought she'd pull that on you.

She probably won't respond. She might need to cool down also.

From Catherine:

Myla, I told you. Don't be sorry for her actions. Don't be upset. You better not be crying over that psycho?

From Myla:

I'm trying. It's hard. I feel terrible. I wanted everything to go great. My dad and Kelly were perfect but my mom had to go and ruin all my plans.

From Catherine:

Don't feel bad annwyl. Your plans? What plans did you have in mind ;)

From Myla:

I wanted a perfect dinner, and then I wanted to go meet up with you at your hotel later tonight :) <3

Catherine didn't respond as quickly as she usually does, but I didn't hold it past her. She could've gotten a business call or is with Bowen. Talking to Catherine made that shakey gut feeling go away. My heart pain subsided. It was still there but it was slowly fading away. I got up from my floor unzipping my jeans and unbuttoning my cardigan. I swapped out my jeans from fuzzy pyjama pants. My boobs broke free from their cupped captures, flying my bra across my room missing my laundry basket by an inch. There goes my MBA.

I hopped into bed curling up in a throw blanket. I was too lazy to throw on records so I just turned on my Bluetooth speaker playing some soft playlist to read my book. I finished my other books, I got to start my new book. It calmed me. Vaping called me also. Sine  I was already pissed off I said fuck it, and smoked like a chimney. I still had my ringer on but I placed my phone face down. I just barely finished the first 5 pages and I heard my phone go off. I'm addicted. I'll be the first to admit, could you blame me? I'm waiting for Cat to respond.

From Catherine:

Well, that's very sweet. I don't want you sneaking out. Why not I just bring me to you ;)

Huh? I'm sorry. How? My parents are still downstairs quite than ever. How in the hell does she possibly think she can come back? I closed my book as I sat up in bed thinking over what she said. How? That was what was running through my head. She had me stumped. I was trying to call her but she didn't answer. I thought maybe she'd just run in through my house and bolt up the stairs. I think I could lock her in here for the weekend. She won't. Will she?

I jumped an out of my bed hearing a knock on my window. There she was. Catherine is outside on the roof.

"What the hell are you insane?! This is five feet off the ground, how in the hell did you get up here!?" I unclasped the lock pulling my window open. Catherine threw her heeled boots onto my floor coming head first, pushing her body into my room. "Myla, you were upset. And I did say some things to blame. I should have taken what your mom was saying but no one has ever spoken to me like that. I don't give a shit. I didn't want you to be upset anymore." I just noticed that this woman crawled onto my roof with bare feet. God, she's gonna give me a heart attack.