A Sweet Escape

game of heart

********Zafran***************

She was broken, she was completely lost and she needed help.

Her blue eyes bore into mine. Her eyes, her innocent, child-like blue eyes. Deep like an ocean, they held millions of unrevealed secrets and untold facts. Behind that beautiful facade of hers, I knew there was something else. Something she had been trying to hide away, something she didn't want to share with a perfect stranger like myself, something personal. But I needed to know, I wanted to know. I was eager to know, I wanted to learn about her.

She told me everything, from A-Z. U felt sorry for her, she had to come all the way to the US to plan an escape. She didn't want to be forced into marrying someone she didn't love, she was scared of what her family might do to get her back. I can't believe what I just heard, I mean, seriously? Suitors, arranged marriage?

But, what can I do to help her?

It's pretty obvious that I am crushing on her, If I tell her this, she'd probably thinks I'm crazy because we just met two hours ago.

Love makes us fools.

"Firash, are you listening?" I adjusted my eyes to see a lady in a strapless red dress, sitting across the table, her face was  crimson red. Okay, what just happened? What did I do?

"Huh?" I asked her back, what was she so mad about? She shot me a death glare, she was getting scarier from time to time. Her eyebrows furrowed, anger took over her as she slammed her fist to the table.

"For God's sake what were you thinking? I was talking to you for two hours straight but you have never listened! I thought you were serious about me!" She yelled, everyone at the restoran stopped whatever they were doing and stared at us like we killed someone.

"Arielle-" Before I could say more, she stomped her feet to the ground and gave me a good, hard slap on my left cheek. My eyes bulged, the pain was undefined.

"My name is not Arielle, it's Annabelle!" Was all she said before she walked off, leaving me alone, confused and dazed. Oh yes, Arielle was my ex-girlfriend. This isn't the first time I forgot their names, it happened so many times before. I did that to millions of girls I was with, so I guess that's normal. Everyone stared at me wordlessly, Yes. I am a big ass player and I tend to forget my gilfriends' names, so what? There's too many of them. Countless of women wanted to be with me, what can I say? Don't blame me for screwing them up, blame them instead. 

Grabbing my car key, I went to the counter and paid the bills.

"Hey...Becky." My eyes flickered to her nametag, so the redhead's name was Becky. The slutty waitress batted her eyelashes at me, as an attempt to flirt. Her eyebrows curled in a flirty way, she was madly in love with me. I bet she was. Every girl I met does that, typical.

"Here's your change." Just after she handed over my change, I ignored her and went straight to where my luxury car has been. So the date didn't go so well, hmm. Like I cared, I have plenty of girls waiting in line.