Vague

Chapter 9

*Lisa POV*

I finished off my college work in advance so that I could spend the rest of my holidays without any worries. Zoey is my polar opposite, she just won't finish her work till the last day of vacations, and usually I have to help her with it.

I decided to go grocery shopping, it had been so many days since I cooked something nice. I just like cooking, though I don't like what I cook.

"Zoey, I'm going to the supermarket. Wake up!" I pulled her sheets off her, knowing that she'd sleep for hours if I don't wake her up. I haven't met someone lazier than her in my life.

"Just lock the door when you go, you don't fucking have to wake me up for that" she said, grumpily, I might add. Looks like someone is on their period.

I rolled my eyes and left her room. I might as well being her back some bananas, she likes those. I locked the door behind me and drove our car to the supermarket, though it was just three blocks down ours. I didn't feel like walking back loaded with grocery bags.

I'm a vegetarian so I loaded the cart with any vegetable and fruit I could find, I'm not quite choosy with food. Right when I kneeled down to get a sanitizer from the lower rack, someone bumped into my cart, all the veggies tumbling down. I was just having a bad day.

If only I knew what was going to happen.

As I looked up, I saw a familiar face which reflected the look of disgust on my face. But my look quickly changed to a frightened one, while his changed to a menacing one.

"Nice bumping into you, Lisa" I wish I could wipe the smirk off his face, it gave me chills.

"What do you want?" I spat. I didn't want a row in public, but I couldn't help it.

He extended his hand to help me up, but I got up on my own. The last thing I needed was his gesture of help, he'd probably push me down again.I tried to hide my fear, replacing my frightened look with a scowl. I didn't need him to know that I was afraid of him, he'd use it to his advantage. He probably already knew that.

"Feisty one you are!"

I wanted to punch him in the face, but I knew better than that. That scum is not worth my time. I picked my stuff up and reloaded the cart, not bothering to notice his lingering presence near me.

His cold gaze followed me as I turned my back, starting to walk away from him.

"Wait!" I turned around, ever so slowly, to find him just behind me. Why can't he leave me alone?

"I'm asking you again, what do you want, Bruce?" I replied with gritted teeth. I couldn't bear to be around him.

"Come back to me, I'll make it up to you! You know that no one can make you feel the way I used to" I can't believe that he talked of our intimate moments as if this was a game to him. His presence disgusted me.

"I'd rather die than be back with you. Don't you get it? Don't you understand that I hate you? You cheated on me with her. You didn't give two shits about me. You were with me only because of physical attraction, you never loved me. You fucking used me!" the memories caused tears to well up in my eyes, but I didn't let them drop. I couldn't be weak in front of him.

He pushed me back against the aisle, his face close to mine. My breath hitched in my throat.

"Remember the times I made you feel so good. Don't you want that again?" his face leaned closer. I panicked, there was only one thing I could do. My rage took over and I slapped him as hard I could, fuming. His face turned to the left with the impact.

I pushed him away and went off towards the counter, leaving him alone to wonder what just happened. If he thought I'd fall back to his trap, he was gravely mistaken.

I paid for my stuff and hurried out of the store, not wanting to see his face again. The day certainly didn't start on a good note. Hoping that the rest of the day would be better, I accelerated to my flat. It's a good thing I decided to take the car instead of walking down.

The fact that bothered me the most was that I couldn't share this with anyone. I don't understand why, but I was afraid to tell anyone. I didn't want others to get dragged into my problems. I had to keep this to myself for as long as I could, hoping that he'd just leave me alone and find someone else to play with.