Chapter 5 : Dense Holly
After Oliver dropped me off in my apartment. I changed into some washed shorts and pulled on a black shirt, I knelt down beside my bed and pulled out a blue, rectangular box. I opened it and looked at the pictures one by one, the pictures were filled with Oliver and I, our first anniversary up to each other's birthday.
I don't even know why I kept these horrible pictures, I should be getting over him, moving on from him and not staring at these photos. I refrained myself from looking at the other pictures but before I dropped the picture in my hand, I noticed something.
In the picture, Oliver and I were walking hand in hand with lollipop in my other hand and cotton candy in his idled hand. I remembered that time, we were dating for just a month and he decided to bring me in an amusement park nearby our neighborhood. We were laughing at the picture and was obvious that we liked each other, but now, that's in the past and I never want to go back there. He cheated on me, he deserves to be alone, forever.
But what caught my eye was the couple behind us, I squinted my eyes and leaned closer at the picture. I gasped when I saw it was Cyrus and his supposed-to-be wife smiling at each other admiringly. Guilt washed over me as I realized I just broke other people's relationship because of money and selfishness.
I've broken too many couples up and crashed tons of weddings without even sparing a glance at what I've done. For sure I'll be living in hell when I die. I shook the pathetic feeling away. Tsk, who cares if I die and rot in hell? I'm helping other people to be happy in this job, I'm doing what I have to do. I'm helping costumers to be grateful and happy, and helping broken girls or boys isn't a part of my job.
No one helped me when I was going through a tough break up, but those people who had their hearts broken because of me have their friends or family to help them deal with the pain for sure. I shoved the photo inside the box and stood up, holding the box tightly in my hands.
I grabbed my keys and walked out of my apartment, locking the door before leaving. I strolled outside the dark place, the box of pictures still on my hands. I dumped it in place full of trees, I was about to walk away when someone grabbed my forearm. I whipped my head and my eyes widened as I saw Holly.
She dropped my arm and looked at me expectantly. "What a surprise," I raised my brows at her.
"You told Cyrus I was the one who wants his wedding to be crashed?" She asked, obviously containing her anger.
I rolled my eyes at her. "Duh, you didn't tell me I'm not supposed to tell him," I rolled my eyes once again. "I'm just doing my job."
"Well you're doing it wrong! He's infuriated with me!"
"Bitch, of course he would be mad at you, you paid me to crash his wedding, don't you dare blame me because of your stupidity!" I shouted at her face.
"I would so totally blame it all on you, minx," She snarled.
"It's not my fault you're so dumb, you think the guy would like you just because you paid someone to stop their wedding? Hello? Did you even pass your grades back in high school?" I mocked her.
"Don't make sarcastic comments on me, I paid you!"
"You're not my boss and can you have a little decency because I did a very easy task to crash a wedding for you when you could always walk there in their wedding and stop them. If you weren't only a scaredy cat," with the words said done, I glared at her one last time and walked away.
I'm glad I vented out my anger on a stupid person this time, I wouldn't have controlled my anger and randomly slam an innocent person's head into a tree if it wasn't for that dense Holly.
A/N
Sorry for the super late update, this is me, Bianca. 😊
Sorry if this was short, I'm having a writer's block 😞 and we have exams, so I won't probably be on wattpad.
Anyways, Sze will still be here and sorry gurl if u think I'm ignoring u! I clearly don't.
Chapter made by Bianca, edited by Sze.
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