Paint Over my Scars

Chapter 4

The alarm clock blared its sirens out, making Monika groan to herself. She rolled over, eyes still resting, she wasn't ready to wake up. She got home from the fashion show rather late and stayed up reading her book in her bed, waiting for Felicia. After hours rolled by, anxiety developed in her chest and she called Felicia several times wit no avail- Felicia was not picking up. 

When she was stressed she would take it out on cleaning- that's why her room and her home was always to the best and had no dust in miles. So, after pacing around her room with her head massaged her temple, she tip-toed downstairs. If he dad or stepmom would have heard her, they'll wonder why and Monika would never forgiven herself if she lied to the two people that did so much for her. 

Once making it down safely, she scrubbed every inch of the Bakery clean until every gum on the bottom of table were gone, until every utensil shined like it was brand new, until the lights didn't hold any dust, until the floors polished. 

She fell asleep on the table for an hour while rubbing the napkin holder, she woke up an hour later with drool on the freshly-cleaned table, she called Felicia once again after cleaning up her mess, checked her room after she didn't answer, and, once seeing no Felicia, Monika went to bed. 

Now, six am, and only four hours of sleep, Monika felt dead. 

Her fist came down on the alarm clock and silence fell on her. She struggled to keep her eyes wide as she stood up. Her legs were still wobbling and she wanted to collapse on the bed, closing her eyes again. But she didn't, she couldn't. 

Monika walked to the bathroom- a shower could always wake her up even when she felt like a zombie. Her ears perked up when she heard a door shutting; her parents should already be downstairs, cooking and setting up. 

The only person it could be was Felicia. Monika stepped to the corner right by her room while saying, "Felicia, when did you get back? Why were you out so lat-" She promptly shut her mouth when she saw Gilbert who had no shirt on him and with his hair in tangled clumps. Her droopy eyelids enlarged and she blushed. 

"Gilbert," She whispered a shout at him.  She shoved him gently behind the corner, if her parents walked up the stairs, they would see him and she'll have to explain. 

"What are you doing?" Monika hissed at him, taming her eyes not to look at his chest. 

"I have to piss," Gilbert spoke louder to her, "And I'm starving." 

"You were just going to eat something from our fridge?" She questioned him. 

"Yes." 

Monika looked to the ground, thinking of how to phrase: did you fuck my friend?

"Where even is your fridge?" Gilbert asked when she was in the middle of thinking. 

Monika pursed her lips, a line appeared between her brows. "Nevermind that, what did you and Felicia do?" She required him. 

Gilbert's lips curled into a smirk, thinking why she needed that answer. "Is that any of your business?" 

Blushed spread across her face and her eyebrows snapped together. "Just tell me." She attempted to look intimidating by narrowing her eyes and lowering her voice. Her effort made Gilbert laugh loudly. Monika shushed him instantly.

"Well," He looked around the hall, his chuckles quieting down. "Felicia and I had sex," He said, matter of factly as though the sentence wasn't foreign to him. 

She grimaced at his attitude. She knew Felicia could fell in love quickly, she called it a gift, but Monika disagreed. After knowing him for a few days, she knew he'll be a man that wouldn't settle down no matter how much they liked Felicia.