The Rich And Bold

Psycho

CHAPTER THIRTY- SEVEN

AZALEA

I was still in the early stages of my recovery, but I was already tired of seeing the four corners of my room. The furthest I could walk was my living room, and even with that, I had to do so with the supervision of someone. I could walk on my own, even though I was slow, but I had a paranoid father who thought I would drop dead if I picked a glass of water on my own. That was an exaggeration, but he was suffocating me with the constant check-ups and the addition of the live-in nurse. He was even sceptical when it was time to take off my bandages. He had to be assured countless times by Doctor Sydney before he was satisfied with it. 

My friends visited when they could, especially Pierce, but it was not enough. I was not used to staying in one place for so long. The most fun I had was when I helped Scarlett get a room for her three-day sexcapade with Kai. It was disgusting to think about my brother's sex life, but I was happy about the strides they made.

I picked up my white walking cane from where I sat at my window and stood up. I had just gotten off the phone with the rest of the KAASPA Crew and Scarlett, and although we had had fun teasing Kai and Scarlett who had hidden her face in Kai's chest and turned crimson, it did nothing to ease my boredom.

I wanted, so badly, to take some fentanyl. I liked how light it made me feel when I took it, but I knew that it would be detected when I went running tests, so I had to restrain myself. I could not smoke either, and to make matters worse, Jason had still not returned a single one of my texts. I sent him a message every day and they were left on 'read'. I threw my phone on my bed in frustration and slowly made my way downstairs.

As soon as I stepped off the last stair laughter from my parents' office caught my attention. It was Jason's. I knew it was. 

As quickly as I could, I walked towards the office which already had its door opened wide. My mom's side of the desk was scattered so I knew she had stepped out for a few minutes. Opposite her side was sat Jason. His back faced me, which enabled me to see the person he was face timing. It was the lady he worked with at the café. The one who was irritated with me when I insisted on seeing Jason.

I could not hear what they were talking about, but his relaxed nature, his carefree laughter and the fact that he could face time her, but ignore my messages were enough to sprout raging jealousy.

The first thought I had was to cause an argument and tell him how incapable I thought he was to be face timing instead of working. Then the next was to snatch his phone and tell her how ugly I thought she was, but I knew any of those would make him hate me more. I was trying to achieve the opposite. The longer I stood and watched him, the more I got jealous. I found out that her name was Teresa. I could read her expressions from where I stood, and one thing was evident. She loved him. It dawned on me that I had not bothered to find out if he was dating anybody. Dating or not, I was not willing to give up without trying. He was not a married man, so I still had a chance. I would try as hard as I could and if he really wanted nothing to do with me, I would let him go.

I cleared my throat and walked further into the room.

As soon as he turned and realized I was the one his face hardened.

"I have to go, I'll call you back." He said to Teresa. Her name alone angered me.

"You can Facetime, but you can't reply to my messages?"

"Don't you get tired of being a nuisance?"

I smirked and crossed my feet. "I'm not here to be a nuisance, I promise. I just want to apologize. You haven't responded to any of my apologies."