First Love (David & Liza)

Chapter 37

December 28th, 2015 / Monday

She turns around and slowly starts walking towards me with a catlike gait. I suddenly feel completely unable to move, my limbs are numb and even if they weren't I think that I still couldn't be able to run away. Her black stilettos are clicking loudly on the wooden floor, making her hips sway from side to side and her long straight red hair to bounce with every step she takes. It's like watching a Victoria's Secret supermodel walking on the runway in slow motion. She looks absolutely stunning in the black lace short strapless dress, which hugs her tall, thin body in all the right places. Her face is serious and intimidating enough to make a grown man pee his pants if he dares to look at her for more than two seconds. But the focal point are her eyes. The dark blue in them is getting even more darker, if that's possible and I feel smaller and insignificant under her hypnotic gaze. She makes one final step and stops right in front of me, putting her right hand on her hip. By this point my mind is blank, not a single thought runs through it. All I feel is fear of what's coming next. As she opens her mouth to speak, my hands start shaking and sweating uncontrollably.

"You?" She hisses, raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow while her eyes go from the messy bun on my head to my worn out shoes and I kick myself internally for not taking enough time to make my looks a little more presentable. I'm wearing an oversized black t-shirt and old grey sweatpants with a weird green stain on the right thigh. "I thought I told you to back off and leave him alone. What he even finds in you?" Her voice is low and sharp, her eyes filled with disgust as she stares at me.

"He... He loves me and I.. I love him too." I manage to weakly stutter back, feeling the sudden urge to wrap my hands around my body to protect it from the daggers flying from her eyes. Figuratively speaking, of course.

"You think he loves you?!" She tilts back her head, her loud evil laughter echoing around the room and a cold shiver runs through my entire body. My attention is distracted as I notice some movement behind her and I realize that we are not alone. There are people, lots and lots of people, standing behind her who are laughing with her. They are laughing at me. "And what makes you think that he loves you? He feels nothing but pity for you, he's sorry for you. You two went on a few dates, make out a few times and that's it. If you think this is a relationship, you for sure are delusional. But let me enlighten you. You don't fit, you're no good for him, you're not enough for him. You're nobody, nothing and you don't belong in his world. You just don't belong with him." As she laughs again, a tall dark figure pushes through the crowd and walks towards us.

"David!" I whisper, feeling a little relieved from the fact that he's here. He promised to take care of me, to protect me and I desperately need him right now. But he doesn't seem to see or hear me, because he stops right next to her, sliding his arms around her waist. She smiles devilishly at him when he pulls her closer, their faces almost touching. I swear, I can actually feel my heart braking.

"David!" I cry out. His attention is focused on her and he still doesn't hear me. But she does.

"How dare you say his name!" She yells, turning around and looking angrily at me. "He's never loved you and he never will. You're not worth it. He is mine!" She emphasizes on every word from the last sentence as her hand swings up and stays in the air for a brief second before it collides with my cheek.

I try to make a sound, but the scream that wells up its way out just stays in my throat. All I can feel is pain and it's everywhere. Inside and out. It's suffocating, swallowing me into a deep dark hole. My vision is blurred, rivers of warm tears going down my face. Suddenly the ground beneath my feet starts shaking heavily, but instead of forcing my wobbly, weak legs to move, I give up. I fall down on the floor and hide my crying face in my hands.