Knock Me Out

Chapter 51

I know, I know. This is the fifth update for today, but that's because I skipped so many days and I have so many chapters written and I'm impatient to share them with y'all. 

Plus I no longer have WiFi at home,  So when I have mobile internet I try do get as much done.

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The suite is beautiful and spacious and it makes me feel so small.

What the hell am I going to do here all alone?

I order a large pepperoni pizza, a bottle of red wine and some snacks.

I turn the TV on and watch some random series while eating, after my hot bath.

I didn't make it to half of my pizza. I stuff everything into the small fridge. I'll warm them up tomorrow if I need to.

It's already past midnight and I'm tired. I'm exhausted.

The bed is not as big as my own, but I still think it's big enough.

I curl up in the middle of the bed and fall asleep.

The sound of shattering glass wakes me up. I hear angry shouting voices. A male and a female.

I get out of the bed and walk towards the door, rubbing my eyes to clear them.

The noise is coming from the room across. I remember the receptionist saying that it was occupied by the Carter family.

Why would Jay-Z and Beyonce be fighting?

My curiosity gets the better of me and I press my ear against the door. I know I shouldn't be eavesdropping on them, but I can't help it.

I put all of my focus on what they're saying, but all I can hear are their shouting voices. I can't understand anything.

Ugh! Fuck it.... I'm going to bed. I shouldn't  be invading their privacy anyway.

These rooms are supposed to be soundproof. How in heaven's name are their voices audible outside the room?

Crappy ass hotel.

It's 5:30 am and I don't think I can sleep anymore. I wonder what I'll do today. I don't wanna be alone all day. Maybe I should just go to school. There's nothing much to do around here anyway.
I fill the tub with hot water and sit in it for some time. The water relaxes my tensed muscles and I close my eyes.

Part of my argument with Chris replay behind my closed eyelids.

You're fucking selfish Chanielle.

That's what he said. Does he really think I'm selfish?

Am I really selfish? I don't know.  I don't think so.

You would have noticed everything if you weren't too budy being a pompous bitch.

I can't believe Chris.... my Christian called me a bitch.

I've been called a bitch before by other men, but.... Chris?

I never felt it when those other men called me that, but when Chris did.... it felt like he just stabbed me in my heart.

If two days ago someone told me he would do something like that, I'd probably punch that person and tattoo "biggest liar" on his or her forehead.

But he did..... he called me a pompous bitch. I can't get it out of my mind.

I break into sobs as I place the blame on myself. Maybe it's my fault.

Maybe I am selfish.

Maybe I am a pompous bitch.

But if being me and knowing what I want means I'm all of that, then fuck it. I'll never change. Not even for Chris.

After dressing myself up with a killer headache I realize I haven't checked my phone since yesterday. 

542 text messages, 487 missed calls and 220 voice messages.

They're from literally everyone I know, but....

Not one is from Chris.....

I'm so mad at him and I don't want to talk to him, but I was hoping he'd call me at least once. Even if it's just to hear if I'm okay. Even if he didn't say anything.

Maybe I should call? I'm not sure....

Before I can think twice, I hear the line going through.

Once...... twice...... and then I cancel the call. I probably shouldn't.

I grab my bag and walk out of my room. Just as I get out of mine someone steps out of the room across.

It's Beyonce.

"Hey Bey" I say casually, but she ignores me.

Okay.....

She steps into the elevator and I decide to wait for the next one.

She and I actually know each other and there is no way she couldn't recognise me.

I don't blame her. If I had a steamy argument with my husband that will probably be in the papers because of some shitty walls that are supposed to be soundproof, but are not, I'd be pissed too.

And I'd definitely be distant to people who might have heard everything. 

Anyway that's her problem.

I get to school after a good 45 minutes drive.

When I step through the gates, there's a big "WELCOME BACK CHANIELLE" banner hanging.

When the students spot me they start clapping and cheering.

Wow!!

And just like that I get showered with more hugs and kisses from my schoolmates.

I never really knew so many people cared. I seriously thought people hated me or were scared of me or something. I don't know.

"Thank you guys so much" I say between hugs and kisses, trying my best to hold back my tears.

I miss more than half of my classes for today so I decide to just skip the rest too.

I'm not supposed to be in school until next year anyway. Plus even tho I missed so many classes, I'm still a little ahead. I'm always ahead in the syllabus.

I knock on the chancellor's office door and wait for permission to enter.

When I step in, my mom gets out of her chair and tightly wrap her arms around me without either of us saying a word.

"Where have you been? I've been calling and texting, but you weren't answering" she says after a while.

She rests her hands on my shoulders and I can feel how they're shaking.

She looks terrible. There are dark circles around her eyes and she looks like she didn't shut an eye last night.

This is all my fault.
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