My dad is a Musician

Chapter 9

"Hey!" Pamella said. She seemed cheerful. What's the occasion?

I heard the doorbell ring and dad didn't seem to open it considering it rang for three times straight. I thought he would be busy so I opened the door instead and saw Pamella.

"How are you?" She asked, coming in.

"Good." When I feel like I will start crying again. Why can she be this happy always? Why is it me who is suffering?

"Why does it feel like you will cry?" She asked worriedly.

Sobbing, I managed to say that I won't but that seemed to satisfy her as she came closer to my face and wiped my tears with her hands. I can't stop crying… Please! I need to stop crying but I can't! What to do?!

"Wh-What happened?" She asked.

"Nothing…" I say that but I can't stop feeling this way. I am really unable to control myself from crying. My heart feels like it's being crushed.

"Stop crying then. I am not an idiot. Your dad called us and told us what happened to you last night. I thought something must have hurt you or I must have hurt you. I kept thinking about it since morning. But, I couldn't point out what hurt you. So I came here." She said, her voice shaking .

"I thought…" She started, "I thought you would tell me if anything is wrong. And I want you to tell me if I did something. Hurting yourself like this is not good. But…"

She thought about me for hours… She really cares about me. I am such a fool! Rather than staying here and hurting myself.

"But…" She continued, "I won't force you. Still, know that everyone knows something is up and they are getting hurt… So please… so please do tell." She was barely stopping herself from crying.

"I am sorry. I will make things better."

"That's great." She wiped her teardrop which managed to escape her eyes without her knowledge.

"Do you wanna come play at my house?" She asked me.

"Yes." I replied, diligently. For some reason it feels really nice to be with her. Like the world has stopped.

I played at her house for a few hours until it was mid afternoon. I think I should go home now or else it will be very late. I want to eat something too.

"Hey," I said, "It's getting late. I will go home now. Dad would have prepared lunch too."

"Oh…" She seemed hesitant to let me leave. She then sighed and said, "I think it's a bit late too. You should go." She smiled.

"Do you not want me to go?" I asked.

"Yes." She replied without catching a breath.

"Why?"

"Because I…"

At that moment the doorbell rang and Pamella punched her bed in anger. For a moment she had forgotten I was in the room too. But, she realised it quickly. She immediately changed her expression into a smile and said that she would open the door.

When the lock was opened, I heard Zack's voice. I ran outside to see him. I wanted to meet him so bad.

On seeing me, he was a bit shocked. But, he calmed himself down and asked, "What happened to your eyes?"

"Eh?" I and Pamella said, confused. Then Pamella looked at me and said to Zack that she will bring some sugar for him. Why does he come to ask something every time? Well, his family doesn't take care of him.

It was then that I remembered I had cried a few hours ago. So my eyes would have been swollen.

"I want to talk to you." He whispered. I nodded. I want to talk to him too.