Way Back Into Love

Chapter 23

Two months passed with a blur. Nothing happened between me and Belle. Miraculously, we managed to not talk to each other. Oh and she moved to another room. She talked her dad about not being able to stand my presence.

I can't believe I'm stuck here for another three months. It's worse than hell, ugh.

I did my usual routine. Which is think and sleep. I don't go outside because Belle might be there and cause a scene again, like she always does.

But tonight I shall celebrate. We can get anything we want in this hotel (and resort) anyway.

To celebrate my survival with the untameable beast for two months, I shall get wasted and make merry. Whoop!

I went to the bar and ordered every alcohol there is. But wait. I need to pee.

I went to the comfort room and to my surprise, I was really surprised, I saw Belle crying.

What the hell is her problem?

She glared when she saw me,"What are you looking at, bitch?"

It must be from the alcohol because I answered, "Are you okay?"

"Like you care!"

For a moment, it took me back to reality,"Oh right, I don't."

I was about to leave but when I opened the door, it won't budge. I tried again with everything I got. But the door is fucking locked. So I shout for help. But there was no one coming.

"Don't bother," Belle sobbed.

"Do I look like I want to be stuck with you?!" I snapped.

"Well, I don't want to be stuck with you either!"

I turned my back. I can't believe this. I don't want to be stuck with her in a very limited space.

When I cooled down a little, I asked her, "Why are you crying anyway?"

She continued to sob, "It's none of your business."

Well, I can't ignore her forever. I might as well talk to her.

"It is now."

She rolled her eyes, "Go away."

"You know, I won't remember any of this tomorrow."

"So?"

"So you can tell me right now and act like you didn't tell me anything at all tomorrow."

I sat on the floor. Believe me it's made of very expensive marble.

"So what's up?"

It took her forever to answer, "My parents are getting divorced."

"What?!"

"Well, don't make me say it again," she glared. (She does that a lot)

"Okay. Wow, I-- Why?"

"I don't know. Ever since high school there's a fault in their relationship. My dad always went home late and also my mom. I always thought they were going on a date together. But my mom comes home first then my dad. Or on some occasions, when we all go together for a party, both of them will be missing. One time, I caught my Uncle Ric fucking my mom. It was on my fifteenth birthday. We had a garden party. I also caught my dad fucking some seriously hot woman in his office. It was Father's Day and I was going to surprise him. But hey, HE SURPRISED ME!"

I never heard Belle talk about her family before. I feel sorry for her. I mean, I have my mom and she always loved my dad even after he left us .

I pat her shoulder, "Then you should've done something about it. I mean, I always looked at you as a bitch who can always get what she wants. So...if you don't want them to get divorced, you have to find a way to make them realize that they still love each other."

"Love," she scoffed. "Yeah right. There is no such thing. They was never a love between them."

"Then how were you made? You can't just exist without a reason--"

"I was a mistake! Okay? My mom and my dad went to this stupid bar and they got drunk and they had sex and my mom got pregnant so my mom's father asked my dad to marry her to take responsibility of what he did. Well, my mom is hot so I guess that's why he married her. When I was born, they were both so happy that they fell in love with each other. I know because my grandfather were there, he told me how my dad would help my mom make me stop crying or play with me. But that was for a short time. When I turned eight, my dad started going home late. So they fought about it, a lot. They'll make up for a few days and then they'll fight again. It was bad so I slept with my friends' house if I can."

"There, there," I caressed her back. "It will be okay," I said as I embraced her. Now that I heard her story, I think that's why Belle's such a bitch. She made these walls to protect herself from other people.

"No, it won't be," she sobbed.

Oh. Even if I wanted to laugh at this moment, I can't. Because it's the first time I've seen Belle cry and it breaks my heart.