"You said you love me. Beg for it then. Beg for my love. Show me, Prove it again and again until I say yes"....
A girl Beatrix who talk less and don't show her emotions to anyone. She runs away from love so that she can't get hurt after experiencing...
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Beatrix :
Why is this happening to me?
I seriously can't believe I'm in a group with three loud people who aren't taking the project seriously. Mr. Popular keeps saying he'll let us know when we should start on the project because right now he has no time, and Martha and Ryle just go along with him without discussing anything. Because of that, I didn't say anything either. If three people are agreeing, who am I to oppose? Let's see when they decide to start for now.
"Hey, welcome back!" my friend- Emma, who I'm staying with, says while typing on her laptop.
"What are you up to?" I ask, sitting down beside her.
"Just editing some photos," she replies, pointing to her screen. She's a photographer and currently studying something related to photography and film, but I don't quite understand her profession.
"Your mom called me a few minutes ago," she says. "She said you're not answering her calls."
"She called? Oh, my phone must have been on silent," I say, checking my phone. My mom called me three times.
"I'm going to call her back, and then I have to head to work," I say, making my way to my room.
"Hey, Bee," Emma calls out.
I turn my head and ask, "What?"
"You could be my model sometime," she says, raising her eyebrows. "I want to experiment, and I can't really do that with my real models. You could help me out."
"I can, but you have to pay me too. I'm not doing it for free," I smile at her.
"Ugh, your business mind! Okay, but you can't just demand an outrageous amount," she replies.
"Deal," I say, entering my room.
I called my mom.
"Hello, Bee!" she answered, her voice bright on the other end.
"Hey, Mom! Sorry, my phone was silent."
"No problem! How was your day? Did you eat something?" she asked, her worry evident.
"It was good! I had breakfast, and I grabbed lunch at the college canteen," I replied, laughing a little. "What about you? Where's Dad?"
"Oh, we're just sitting in front of the TV. Your dad's watching the news."
"Got it. I'll call you later. I have to run now."
"Make sure you don't leave your phone on silent!"
"Promise! Bye for now!" I said, ending the call. I always asked about Dad, not out of curiosity, but to make sure everything was okay between them.
When I was a child, my father cheated on my mother. She found out later but didn't leave him, maybe because she depended on him and worried about what would happen to me. Whatever the reason, their relationship was far from loving. They argued all the time. Back then, I didn't really understand what was going on, but as I grew up, I began to notice their fights and the tension in our home. I started to pay attention to how people treated each other and what that said about their relationships. I observed everything, and those memories influenced how I view love and trust today.
