CEO's Sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛᴀʀʏ

☾︎𝖳𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗒-𝖤𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍❣︎

~Daryian~

I didn't need another reason to stay another second there anymore.

I left her room and went straight to mine, grabbing my backpack, laptop and other necessary things I've brought here over the months, and left the building with no last glance behind.

Pedalling faster to my home, all I can think about was our fight and the harsh words we exchanged.

I guess neither of us really felt truly for the other after all, or else how could we so easily sputter such venomous words to each other?

My heart still ached from the pain it had endured over the months due to Lucille's negligence and manipulations, and now this. The last straw to break into tiny pieces of glass.

As the trees and parks drove by and the sun hung high in the sky, I was reminded of our first date when Lucille sat behind me on my bike.

How magical and thrilling the journey to a library felt. The soft touches, shy smiles and newfound excitements, all gone to ashes now.

Another familiar clench took over my heart as I parked my bike and got off, running straight up to my room.

Everything felt like a blur of storm, catapulting my whole being in a realm of uncertainty and chaos, and it was almost like there was no way out of it. No light pulling me to their embrace to save me.

I threw myself in the bed and buried my face there, with all my might, I screamed loud. Hopefully mom wasn't home, otherwise I didn't know how I'd answer to her questions.

I screamed nonstop till my lungs and throat burned, eyes stung with resisted tears and I finally stopped, just lying there as my mind did its cruel work of replaying our memories in loop.

It took about a couple hours till my exhausted body passed out on its own.

The sleep was full of dreams and nightmares, leaving me tossing and turning and mumbling as scenarios played behind my closed lids.

I was awaken by my phone ringing.

Sitting up on the bed, I felt like shit. I must look like shit too.

My eyes glanced over at the caller id to see our friends group name flashing over.

I scoffed. Lucille's cheap ways to always alleviate me instead of plucking the courage to face me on her own.

I slid the receive button and without giving them a chance to speak, I began.

"Don't you fucking dare call me on behalf of her! I don't wanna hear a single word of or from her! We are over! And that's final!"

"What?" I heard Nate gasp over the speaker. "What do you mean over? What happened?"

Oh.

So, they didn't call for Lucille? Guess it actually was over from the both of us this time.

"Nothing. I'll call you guys later."

"Dary wait! Don't hang up. Shall we come over?" Jamie asked.

"No. I don't wanna talk to anyone now."

"Come on, man. You don't have to talk. Let's just play some games, or we could go to a bar. Does that sound good?"

"No."

"Dary-"

"I said no! Didn't you fucking listen to me?! I said I don't want to talk to anyone! I don't need your fucking pity and sympathy! I don't need anyone! Fuck off!! Don't ever call me!"