Doll Eyes (Not Continued)

15: Stress Eating Will Never Be Stressful

Violet

The word 'bear' has two meanings. One can be a big, furry mammal scavenging around in forests. The other meaning pertains to how long or hard you can deal something with. I would've been glad to use the big, furry mammal word- although Italy wouldn't have been glad seeing a big, wild bear roaming around its city streets.

So in this case, 'bear' would be used in the sentence:

"Christian, I know you can't bear my craziness any longer."

He looked at me with his clear brown eyes that seemed about to be engulfed by the eyebags around it but still appeaeing cutely, before saying, "Why would you think that, my dear?"

My cheeks lit up as he said 'my dear' to me. Surely, it wouldn't have affected me as much, but, heavens, it did affect my ever-so hyper stomach butterflies.

I quickly focus back on the topic about why I was fussing that he couldn't take me any longer.

"You think I don't know about those stacks of papers that waited to be signed on your table until 3:00 in the morning?"

"You don't have to worry about it, Violet. I've got it handled."

"Your eyebags don't seem to be handled," I sighed, "Take a rest, Christian. You'll need it."

"But--", I was sure he'd rant about what evilness might come to me when he wasn't there, which might have been sweet but I interrupted him.

"I can take care of myself. Just for a day. You rest, I buy... stuff," I didn't really know what i'd do today, since my parents also have a lot to do, "take this as a day-off."

Christian yawned and sinked into the couch, about to be one with it, "Okay, then. Just one day, Violet. And don't let yourself starve."

I smiled, and turned around to walk away, hiding a slowly-spreading grin across my face.

"Hey, Violet."

"Yep?"

He paused for a few moments, "I... Take care of yourself for me, kay?"

"Maybe, i'll do it for myself."

~•~

"Room Service," sing-songs a familiar shaky, low-pitched voice, that seemed to belong to a guy. I might've heard him talking in the lobby the other day, that's why it was familiar.

"Oh, good," I babbled, opening the door, "My room's been a mess, really sorry. But I was just heading out and the--"

I thought for a second of what a strong, not weak woman would do.

She wouldn't cry, she'd probably slam the door in his face. But surprisingly, that I did.

"Get the hell away from me, you're just a nuisance in my life!"

"Violet, please let me explain."

"NO! You don't get away from me in five seconds, I'll punch you in the face, Menzies!"

No tears, Vi, no tears. No tears. No tears.

"I know i'm the last person you wanna see, but I--"

"FIVE," I hollered angrily.

"You really wanna do this the hard way?"

"FOUR," I growled at him again, but this time with all the anger I can get, its zeal making me slam the door with my petite body.

"Please, Violet," the jerk's voice held extreme pleading. But, no, i'm not falling for that again.

"THREE, MENZIES, THREE."

I heard a sigh, then footsteps fading with each step.

"Two."

Nothing.

"One."

That's when a landslide of tears escaped my winglined eyelids.

~•~

The word 'bear' can also be used in the simile, "eat like a bear has never eaten honey."

Capri street was heaven. It had beautiful architectured buildings and breathtaking
sceneries beyond its polished oakwood fence- but what made it heaven was its multi-cultural restaurants and markets. Which meant rows and rows (and rows) of Free Tastes.

At this point, I was eating like a bear has never eaten honey.

They had raspbery cupcakes which were coated in custard cream, corndogs, beef steak, and a hudreds more, lining up in front of their own food places.

I ate as much as I could before lunch, partly because in case, this time, I might already die weakly of hunger in the middle of the street for everyone to see.

But mainly, it was because it was to take my mind off of the face of the evil Menzies and of what happened earlier.

Talk about stress eating.

Ha, but for me, my eating punchline is, "Stress eating will never be stressful because it's eating."

I headed for the restaurant that has a big, fat sign that says 'Savory n' Sweets', and next to it was a logo of a comical chicken drumstick coated in shiny, pink sugar.

Under the big, fat sign was a small, lean boy that was hollering his whole system out, saying, "Grab a free taste of our brand new, scrrrrumptious, Cherry Chicken popsicles!"

The way he emphasized the letter 'r' in scrumptious, had definitely got my attention and made my mouth water.

I hurried past the busy crowds of Capri Street with a cheeky grin on my lips and heart emojis on my eyes.

"Hey, I'd like some of-- mmpfh! "

A pair of hands grabbed my arm roughly, but not enough to restrain the blood flowing. The other one covered my mouth and prevented me from shouting.

I didn't have the strength to fight back, but instead I closed my eyes, removing the strong woman facade.

Oh my Golly.

I'm being kidnapped.

I failed you, Christian. I'm really sorry.

"Whoever my kidnapper is, whoever you are, please tell the whole world that I died a happy and full lady."

"What?"

~•~

A/N:

How you doing, my readers? Thanks for reading this chapter! I was supposed to update yesterday, but I've been quite busy and had my head up in cloud 9 XD Sorry 'bout that.

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