My boon companion.

(11) Comfort again

"Marmae, I have brought you some- Marmae! Sweet heart!" He said worriedly. He dropped whatever he was holding, and lifted me up into a hug. I couldn't help, but weep in his arms. "Why are you crying sweetie?" He asked and kept on repeating. "Tell me so I can help you."

I pushed him away from me and ran into the bathroom, locking the door. I sat by the door, trying to compose myself, but tears were continuously coming. I started trembling, am I..... depressed?
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"Marmae! It's been three hours of you crying, it's time to come out. Please tell me what's wrong, or else I'll break the door," he began to bang down the door.

"Stop banging my fucking door!" I screamed, yet still crying.

"I'm trying to help, but you're not letting me!" He shouted back, angrily but concerned.

"You're not trying to help, you're just questioning me. Where's the comforting in all this, you hugged me and began to interrogate me. Just leave me for a bit," I said a lot more calmly with a trembly voice.

"Fine, suffer alone and bare the burden.. bitches like you always act tuff, but are truly weak inside," he mumbled the last part before walking off.

Anyhow this prick calls me a bitch again I swear imma chop off his six inch dick. Max once said he's disappointed with me, because I've downgraded. Why I tell Max EVERYTHING I don't know..
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The sound of my phone going off spooked the living daylights out of me. I woke up to find myself laying on my bathroom floor, still in my day clothes from yesterday. I felt disgusting.
I checked my phone to see 50 miss calls, and 20 messages.
All from the one and only Max.
I couldn't be bothered to open up the messages, but looking at the time I assume it's about my absence. He wanted me at his by ten, but now it's one o'clock.

I eventually got up and began my morning routine, but in my ensuite, I'm my bedroom. I turned off my phone, as I was frustrated with all the notifications. I then checked my new condo for Joseph, to apologise, but it appears that he's gone out. He didn't leave a note and for some apparent reason I didn't really care.

I wore a simple grey tracksuit, as I began to take out my weave. When I was done I washed my hair, before nourishing, flat-twisting, and covering it up with my headscarf.
Back when I was younger and I wore just cornrows, Max used to call me 'miss yardie' when I wore my headscarf. The memories back then were so.. serene.

After watching a few good horror films and quirky romances, I decided to go and eat some food. Food such as a whole packet of double chocolate chip cookies, cookie and cream Ben&Jerries, and the spicy ramen noodles.

KNOCK KNOCK!

My door continuously began to knock, thunderously in fact. Right now I was shit scared, so I grabbed a knife from the draw.

"Who is it!" I shouted, walking towards the door slowly.

Much to my surprise the front door opened, I screamed, but immediately stopped when I saw a really shocked face and a very angry one.

"Hey Marmae!" Marta came running in, pulling me in a death-squeezing hug.

"Can't breathe!" I patted her back and she pulled away with a sorry look on her face.

"Are you ok marmae, like are you really ok?" Marta placed her hands on my shoulders. I raised a brow, oblivious to what she meant.

"Are you fucking out of your mind?!!" Yelled Max. Fucking hell, does he really need to concern the neighbours.
"One, how the fuck are you just conversing with her Marta? Two, Marmae.." he composed himself. "Marmae, why didn't you respond to my calls or my texts?" He spoke sternly.