Letters

Chapter 8

I was in tears. I knew who it was. There was only one possible explanation for who it could be. They knew what they were doing, they knew I would know who they are. But I decided to ignore it. For my sake and feelings I decided to be dumb and pretend I never got these flowers, I never read this letter. But I'll still keep the rose and letter. I took both of those things and brought them to my bedroom. After taking out the box of stuff I had gotten from Frida, I placed the rose and flower in there. I had decided to place one of the actual roses in there too and the card I noticed first.

I still had tears running down my cheeks. My hands were trembling. I was scared, but at the same time I was delighted, but I was also disgusted, not by Frida, but by myself, the way I felt. The way I thought. I hated it.

The doorbell rang, causing me to lift my head quickly. I wiped my tears and quickly blew my nose. Was it Frida? My heart was pounding.

I stood at the door, gathering myself. I was expecting it to Frida and that made me so scared.

I opened the door, and someone immediately asked if I was okay. I had closed my eyes.

I opened them and my mom stood infront of me.

"Oh, hi mom. Yes, I'm okay, come in." I said. I felt disappointed and relieved at the same time.

"Why are you crying?" She asked concerned as she stepped through the door and began to take off her coat.

"I was... I watched a sad movie." I lied. What else was I supposed to do?

"Oh, what movie?"

I panicked, I didn't watch movies often.

"Oh, uh, Brian's song." I said, I remembered Frida talking about it and saying she cried a lot during it.

"Oh, yeah, that is a sad movie..." mom answered. She hung her coat and took off her boots, "Dad will be here in a minute."

"Oh, where is he?"

"He met someone he knew." Mom shrugged her shoulders.

We both walked into the living room, I offered her tea, but she declined.

"Oh, but Ingvar will want coffee. He wanted to stop for some, but I told him that he can just have it here."

"Okay, I'll put the kettle on." I said and slowly walked to the kitchen. There was a knock on the door, I was about to go answer it, but someone just came in. I stuck my head out of the kitchen.

"Hey love," dad smiled, but then a confused look came over his face, "Are you okay? Your eyes are red... Were you crying?"

"I'm fine, I was watching a sad movie before."

I didn't know if that lie would work on him, he knew I didn't watch movies often, but he just nodded and walked to the living room.

I brought him his coffee and sat down with them.

"Ingvar! You should've taken your shoes off... I'm sure Agnetha doesn't have endless time to clean the apartment."

"No, don't worry dad, it's fine. And mom, I was sure you were referring to my work, and I'm actually thinking about-"

"Quitting?" She interrupted as an excited look took over mom's face.

"No... Taking a break off of work. I have saved two weeks of holiday."

"I think that's just what you need." Mom answered, stealing a sip from dad's coffee. Dad looked at her annoyed.

They started talking to me and asking questions. I was kind of worried they weren't my parents, but imposters. Well, maybe my dad wasn't one, he usually asked questions and talked, just to know what's going on in my life. But mom, mom usually judged me, judged me for working too much, not having a boyfriend, which I do now. How great is he? I don't know. do I like him? I'm not sure.

The time quickly passed and they decided it's time to go.

Mom opened the door and almost got hit in the face.

By Frida.

"Oh God! I'm sorry, I was about to knock. Good thing I didn't punch you." Frida started apologizing, what was she even doing here?

My mom greeted Frida, as she remembered who she is. My dad didn't really remember her, but still said hello. After they both left Frida came in and closed the door behind her.

"Can we talk?" She asked. But all I could think of was that letter.

"No. Leave." I suddenly got mad at her. I had a boyfriend and she knew that, even though I'm not sure I like him, it's still unethical to do something like that.

"Agnetha... Please."

"No, Frida. I said leave."

Frida sighed and turned around, she opened the door and left.

I don't know why I got so mad suddenly. It bothered me. Guilt quickly took over me. I hurried to put on my boots and ran outside.

My parents had already driven away. I started picking up my pace as I tried to catch up with Frida. There was a heavy blizzard outside, making everything seem white.

"Frida-" I tried to grab her arm, but missed.

She was practically running at this point and so was I. I know I had made her mad.

"Just wait!" I ran infront of her. It was snowing heavily and the ground was already covered in snow. I slipped and fell right infront of her, causing Frida to trip and fall over me.

She got up, and looked at me.

"I'm sorry, if I wouldn't have ran you wouldn't have either and..."

"Don't worry, it's fine." I was still on the ground and staring at Frida who was looking down.

She reached her arm out and I grabbed onto it. Frida helped me up by pulling me and she immediately pulled me close to her.  Too close.

A tear ran down her cheek.

"What's wrong?" I frowned in confusion.

"Nothing." She smiled and kissed me. I could feel my cheeks turning red.

She pulled back and looked into my eyes.

"Oh my..." I sighed and kissed her. I couldn't resist. She wrapped her arms around me tightly. I held her face, her face was so warm compared to my hands...

"I'm freezing..." I shivered. Frida took her coat off and put it on my shoulders.

"Let's go to your apartment." She said.

And so we did.

We walked inside and I immediately felt warmer. I hung her coat and removed my boots, and so did she.

Afterwards I went to my bedroom to change, Frida followed me.

"Frida, I want to change..." I said, but she came closer to me and kissed me again. Her hands slid down my hips, then up. She made me put my hands up and started taking my shirt off. But my mind went into panic mode.

I shouldn't be doing that, this. This is wrong, even if I don't like Björn that much, I can't cheat on him.

I pushed her away and pulled my shirt back down, quickly running to my bathroom and locking myself in it.

I could hear Frida getting up and walking closer to the door. She tried to open it, but couldn't.

"Aggie, I'm so sorry, I didn't know you didn't want that..."

I didn't answer. After a while I heard her sigh and say that she's leaving. From a distance I heard her putting her boots on, coat, opening the door and closing it.

I hated myself.