Kimberley's POV
I just sat there in a daze as everyone scurried around me. I suddenly came to my senses as the paramedics made me smell some salts. It was then that I felt the pain in my head and raised my fingers to my forehead. I winced from the sting and as I lowered my hand saw the blood on my fingers.
Thankfully it wasn’t very serious, so the paramedics cleaned the wound up and took me home. I then called Tommy who told me to switch off my phone, get some sleep and he would be over in a couple of hours. I took his advice and told my mum to tell anyone who called that I wasn’t in.
I managed to sleep for a while and then woke up still in a daze, my head hurting a bit. I heard a slight knock on my door. It was my mum checking in on me and she informed that Cheryl had called twice. My head cleared a bit as everything came back to me. Cheryl, Sarah, kissing.
It all played back in my mind and it was too painful. My eyes welled up and I started crying. I didn’t hear Tommy knock and walk in. He probably thought that I was crying form the shock and pain and quickly came to my side to comfort me.
I let him think as he wanted, glad that I had a shoulder to cry on as I slowly felt my heart getting ripped to pieces. Thousands of absurd thoughts went through my mind.
Each one crazier than the other: Cheryl and Sarah were long time lovers. Cheryl was using me to get Sarah jealous. That’s why she even bothered to speak to someone like me in the first place. And they must’ve made up the next day after word about our cinema hall kissing got out. Now they were both laughing at me.
Those crazy thoughts hurt my head even more than the wound on my brow. Later Tommy and me were going to sit on the patio to get some fresh air when we passed next to the phone and it rang. Mum answered and turned to me to see if, now that I was awake, I would like to take the call.
I told her to say I still wasn't home. When mum hung up she told me it was Cheryl and wondered if she had heard me. But then I decided that I didn't care. I could tell from the looks my mum gave me that she knew something was bothering me other than the accident and I was grateful that she didn’t try to inquire.
I cried myself to sleep that night, and the next morning decided to let the family chauffeur take me to school. I hoped that the routine of school would get my mind off Cheryl. My head wasn’t hurting that much anymore, unlike the pain in my heart and being cooped up in my room with my thoughts wasn’t going to help at all.
I switched my phone back on and received a message that recounted to me the calls I had missed. Cheryl’s name dominated the list. At school my phone kept vibrating with phone calls from her. I felt the slight pain in my head increase and wished I was back home.
During lunch break I went to a quiet corner and called my mom to tell her I was fine and as I hung up, my phone rang. I didn't recognise the number but answered none the less. I froze when I heard her voice. I couldn’t believe the nerve of her acting like she had no idea what she was talking about, and above all that she was calling me from Sarah’s phone.
When I had hung up I suddenly felt dizzy. A student passing by saw me swaying and caught me in time and took me to the school’s infirmary. The nurse gave me a tablet for the headache and reprimanded me for not staying in bed. I was dismissed for the rest of the day and they called my chauffeur to come take me home so I could rest.
I slept for a bit and dreamt of HER. I woke up and put my fingertips to my cheek. They were wet. I had even been crying in my sleep. The maid knocked on my door and informed me that a girl from school was waiting to talk to me outside. When I saw Sarah I couldn't believe how stupid I was to fall for that. My suspicions were further enticed by Sarah's laughter when I confronted her about her relationship with Cheryl.
I understand that you didn't love me, but why do you have to also hurt me like this? Was everything that had happened between us that meaningless to you? If all this was a drama, haven't you loved me atleast a second while it lasted? Were all those nervous glances, careful and tender touches a lie?
I slammed the door shut before she could break my heart further and now Cheryl is at the door, no doubt to rub it in some more. I went and sat at my desk placing my head between my hands, I felt extremely tired. Suddenly, I heard light tapping.
I looked around me in the room trying to figure out where the noise was coming from when I suddenly realised it was coming from the window. I felt my heart skip a beat and gasped when I saw Cheryl smiling her goofy smile I loved so much at me, while perched up on one of the branches of the tree outside my bedroom.
“Can you help me in?” I heard Cheryl's muffled voice from behind the closed glass. “I don’t think this branch can hold any longer.”
