Glimpse of Yesterday

Chapter 22

Chapter 22

“Grayson, stop. . .” She giggled.

I bit my lips to stifle a sob, I tightened my grip on the phone with my trembling hands that were listening on the other line.

“Bye. We have something to do.” She hung up.

I looked at my reflection on the mirror that now look miserable with all the tears that flow from my eyes. My phone fell on the ground but I couldn’t care less because of the excruciating pain.

Shit. I’m so sick of these tears.

“It’s okay. . .” My voice trembled when I uttered those words.

I covered my mouth using my hands to stifle my sobs because I don’t want to hear those shits again even though it hurts like hell to stifle the pain that wants to get out through tears and sobs.

“Shh. . . don’t cry. It’s just a man!” I laughed even though my voice broke.

And I did nothing but to stop myself from crying even though my own tears were betraying me until I get tired of it.

I even stepped on my phone that was on the ground but I didn’t bother checking it if it was broken or what.

Shit life. Why don’t I deserve to be happy? Why does it feel like I’m indebted with life just because of a simple happiness? Is pain always the payment for a temporary happiness?

Everything then went black.

Morning rose but I feel heavy. The first thing I did was to walk out to check if he was already there but there’s no presence of him even though I know he was here because of the coat that was on the sofa.

He must’ve gone to work earlier and just went here to change clothes.

The day pass with me being alone again. I didn’t get to eat right because I had no appetite but still, I forced myself to eat even though it was just a little.

I was sitting on a sofa, watching a  show in the middle of night when a door clank. I glanced at it and I saw him with messed up hair and he looks tired, I immediately avoided my gaze after my heart starts to beat again.

“You’re still up. You should be sleeping now.” His voice was tired.

I didn’t respond.

“Did you eat?” He asked again.

I was still quitet and my eyes were fixed on the T.V  even when I cannot focus on their dialogue.

“Alessia, I’m talking to you.” Now he’s already irritated.

Still quiet.

Until he turned the T.V off.

“I’m talking to you.” He put emphasis on every word.

I glared at him but I didn’t talk. I don’t want to waste my saliva on this bastard in front of me.

“Did you eat? Just a simple yes or no would do. Can’t you talk?” His voice was etched with annoyance.

“Why would you care?” I spat and stood up.

I turned my back on him but he gripped my hand.

“I’m tired, Alessia. Why are you suddenly acting mad? You didn’t even answer my call.” His voice was restraining.

I scoffed.

“Wow. This is the real you.” I nodded as if already understanding the mask behind the “gentleman” Grayson.