"What is it that you want from me? Huh?" He spat, raising his voice. There was a vein in his neck and he was turning red. I've never seen him this upset, I must've really hit a nerve.
His lips were tight but they were so juicy and kissable. "I want...
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Z A R I A H
No one has said a word to me since I stormed into Kenvy's office a week ago. Winter didn't bring up the girls night to me again, Damon didn't try to have a conversation with me and worst of all, Isaiah hasn't spoken to me or even looked at me.
It was like everyone was on autopilot.
I assumed I would be killed for speaking so out of term to them but nothing has happened. In fact, I saw Kenvy in the dining room and all he did was nod his head at me in welcome.
The look on my face was embarrassing. I stood with my mouth wide opened not knowing what to say. He asked me if I was alright and I said I was fine. After that he said "good" and left it at that.
He wasn't angry or trying to rip my throat out.
I guess they really listened to what I said. They're showing me respect and they're treating me how I should be.
I tried to have a conversation with Damon and apologize but he just gave me an awkward hug and told me that we were good.
It was weird.
Then, when I tried to approach Isaiah, he would spot me and walk in the other direction. If I made eye contact, he'll look away. If I tried to ask for him, he would tell the maids not to come to him about me anymore. He said I wasn't his responsibility anymore.
That hurt my feelings. Deeply.
Everyone else was cool but him? He was back to being his old, cold, dissociating self. It was like he didn't even know me and that our time together meant nothing to him.
I spent these past few nights crying myself to sleep and thinking of ways to end my life. I couldn't take the pain. It wounded me and I didn't like the feeling of it. I was really falling hard for him and he suddenly just forgets I existed.
I guess it's over.
It's two in the morning when I woke up with dried tears and a heavy heart. I threw on a large hoodie and boy shorts and grabbed my house shoes. I was thirsty so I went to the kitchen.
I didn't want to wake anyone so I kept the lights off. The moon illuminated enough light for me to see.
