Chains

Chapter 5

Sorry. After the many times he had said that word to me , it had undoubtedly become the most overused and worn out word in his vocabulary. I couldn't take his apologies seriously since he never did do any of the things he had promised.

' She was the first and last Louisa!' Ha! Lies.
'You know you're the only one, the others don't mean any thing to me' Oh please. And the basic excuses would go on and on to the point where they had become routine, losing all their meaning

The only thing that caused some sort of emotion out of me was his tears. The last and only time I had witnessed him crying was when I had finally opted out of our tainted relationship. That's what gave his one worded apology some sort of meaning. But that didn't mean that I had given into his wishes. I had forgiven him way too many times for me to do it again. I didn't even give him a reply as I was quickly whisked away by my sister, Shakira, who had came to my rescue.

After saving me from Neymar situation once again,my big mouth had decided it had the right to tell her " I owe you one" without consulting my now irate brain.

I had predicated that today would've been one of the worst days of my life when she had told me that we were going to be on an 11 hour tour of Costa Brava .And it was slowly but surely living up to my expectations. Well sort of. It was when it had just began when I was stuck in a coach beside none other than Mr. Cocky-Yet-Stunningly-Gorgeous himself while Shakira had abandoned me to take over from the the tour guide as she claimed that he was too boring for her liking. When she decided to discontinue her role as tour guide because the tourists where paying more attention to her than the attractions she was trying to tell them about, she had lost her seat to Maluma.

But now, I was some what intrigued about the next part of our tour. We had just finished our two hour break at local seafood restaurant and we were now boarding a catamaran sail boat to cruise through the Natural Reserve Of Medas Island.

"Louisa! I thought I lost you!" A low groan escaped my lips as the familiar figure approached me. But this time he wasn't alone. The friends that he had abandoned earlier to annoy me were now with him. I was about to reply when his eyes caught Shakira beside me. He looked back and forth between us, inspecting our faces as if he was trying to figure something out. It took no longer than ten seconds for that imaginary light bulb to pop up above his head.

"No way!" He began, stepping closer to Shakira, wrapping an arm around her shoulder." No way in heck are you related to sweet Shaki over here."

I rolled my eyes as Shakira chuckled, playfully slapping his arm.

"She's my sister" Shakira said offering him a smile. Maluma continued to be his melodramatic self, looking back and forth between us again .

"But I thought that kindness was a trait of the Mebarak family . She's so mean to me" he said to Shakira pouting. A frown tugged on Shakira's lips as she gave me a disapproving look.

"Louisa, what did I tell you about being nicer to people" I rolled my eyes yet again.

"The fact that he's still alive shows a load of kindness on my behalf" I said , beginning to walk off as I heard the tour guide speaking about the coves we were currently passing.

"You see what I mean Shaki. That's why your my favourite". I ignored his comment and continued walking.

I was lost in the beautiful scenery around me. There was just something about the ocean that could turn even my worst days into a good one. It was as if the vast blue had natural calming abilities on me. I slowly got lost in my thoughts , as the tour guide went on about Costa Brava.

"Why do you love leaving me like that" I gave out a silent sigh, hating the fact that my peaceful time had now ended. It had been evident since yesterday at the beach, that Mr.Greek god was doing everything in his power to annoy me. His attempts were slowly but surely cracking my protective shell, threatening to release a thread of emotions that may or may not result in me going to jail.

"So you're just gonna ignore me like that?" He asked, giving me a slight nudge on the shoulder . I decided against answering him, hoping that my silent treatment would get rid of him. A few minutes had passed without him saying a word to me after that. My heart had hoped that he had left but I could still see him beside me in the corner of my eye.

"Is it because I said Shakira was my favourite?" He asked, finally breaking the silence. He turned to face me to read my expression but after years of experience I had managed to perfect my emotionless mask.

"Because if it is, I was just joking. You know Shaki could never replace you!" He said moments later after realizing I had no intention of acknowledging him. With that said I turned to look at him. A crooked smiled tugged on his lips as he was finally able to get my attention.

" Why is it that we've only just met and you're already making it your mission to annoy the heck out of me" I said to him, ignoring his past comments. His smile got wider as he flung his well toned arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his side.

"Because it makes you tick and I enjoy seeing you frustrated. It's like looking at a cute angry bunny" he said tapping my nose with his index finger. I tried to wiggle out of his grip but he wasn't having that. Somehow he had managed to wrap his other arm around my other shoulder, resulting in him hugging me. His arms were wrapped around me tightly , forcing my face to be pressed into his chest. His manly scent filled my nostrils but I wasn't complaining. Apart from his annoying tendencies ,he was the living definition of Adonis that I had seen in the ice cream parlor , so his amazing scent was no surprise to me.

"You can let go of me now" I said , giving his back a gentle slap. As much as I had favored his choice of cologne, I was in dire need of of fresh air. But no one ever listens to Louisa. Instead of listening to me, he had managed to pull me even closer to him.

"Are you trying to kill my Lou?" I heard a familiar voice cry out, "let her go, she's asthmatic". I took in a deep breath of fresh air as I was quickly released from his grasp.

"I'm sorry , I didn't know" he said, a worried look now masked his face. Shakira also had a worried look on her face as she realized that I had a tiny bit of complications regulating my breathing just now.

"Where's your inhaler?" She asked frantically. I rolled my eyes at her as I was now breathing normally again.

"I don't need it Shakira, I'm good now" She folded her arms and have me a disapproving look.

"You left it at home, didn't you" she said knowingly. I sighed slightly,nodding my head.
"What did I tell you about that Lou . Just because you haven't had an attack in years doesn't mean it can't happen again"

I sighed again, knowing that she was right but didn't say anything. Instead I tried to pay attention to the tour guide again, hoping to block out the worried looks Shakira and Maluma were giving me.

A few minutes had passed and they were back to their normal selves when they realized that I was indeed ok.

"I'm sorry again Louisa. I had no idea" Maluma said as Shakira struck up a conversation his friends who popped up again after leaving a few minutes ago.

"I know , I know. Let's just drop this ok" I said, hoping that none of them would bring this up again. He stared at me for a minute before I was graced by the presence of his mesmerizing smile.

"So back to you being my favourite Mebarak sister"