Starco : Bad Boy Turns Into A Cat

Ch 11 : Beaten Up

Chapter Eleven : Beaten Up

"Curse you, Marco!" I fumed, my anger boiling from deep within.

   In my fit of rage, I grabbed the nearest pillow and chucked it on the door, making a loud thud as it fall helplessly on the floor.

     It wasn't enough. I grabbed every pillow in sight and lung it over the door, imagining that I was throwing objects into his body, somehow inflicting pain on him.

      I'm not this violent, but he pisses me off to the point I'm becoming like this. He's so unreasonable! A jerk! An asshole!

And yet why am I crying?

    The last pillow renaming was at my clutches and I motion to throw it when I stopped mid-way, then slumped myself on the cold tiles with the pillow tightly tucked on my chest.

    

     It pisses me more that I'm crying. That I'm letting what he said get to me. That it actually hurted and pierced a dagger deep into me.

   I'm not just some toy to Oskar. He's not gonna play with my feelings. He's not like you, asshole. He's not brash, cocky, sarcastic or an douchebag at all.

     He's not gonna do anything to hurt me. After all, I can feel the sincerity in his every actions. I know that. It's stupid of me..but it's not wrong to believe that somehow Oskar loves me too.

   I'm just human. I hope, dream and love. I'm not like you who's empty inside and out.

. . .

     "Are you alright, Star?" Jackie looks at me in concern, putting a finger under my eye without any permission.

   I don't mind. I'm too tired from crying out of mixed emotions. Anger, frustration, pain, sadness. It's what stirring inside me.

     I couldn't care less if that stupid pest won't return anymore. In fact, it's more convenient. He won't be stealing my bed, ruining my personal space, invading my life and space.

   It'll be back to normal. Yeah, I'll finally get the freedom I wished to have.

   "Want me to voodoo who made you cry?" Janna piped up from the opposite side, looking rather enthusiastic it's disburting.

      "Just give me their hair and we'll throw the voodoo on boiling water."

    I shake my head, feeling quite disturbed and amused by Janna's preposition. It somehow made me feel quite better--at least distracted myself from the reality itself.

     "Thanks, but I don't want to go to prison," I weakly joked, feeling my eyes puffed like a bee stung my eyes.

    I probably looked like some monster who had inflamed eyes and nose that reminded you of Rudolf. Yeah, I'm surely going to get picked on.

      Jackie takes a step back, removing her finger in the process and proceeds to rummage around her purse.

     I stare at her and Janna does too, watching as she grabs some concealer and powder.

   Then she heads close and opens the lid of the concealer, squeezing a generous amount on her wrist and dabs with her finger.

    "You seriously need some sleep," she murmured under her breath, putting on the concealer underneath my eyes as I probably had circles evident. "---you need beauty sleep, Star. It will make your face look fresh and healthy."

   "Okay I will," I resigned myself, watching as she takes a step back and sigh, crossing her arms.

     "We're here, you know? If you have some problem, then you know who to call," she smiles at me. "---I'll be up for any girl talk anytime."