Crushed •|COMPLETED|•

Chapter 1

I ran my fingers through my hair out of frustration. My heart ached like I had just had a heart attack.
Meeting Elvis was one of the most wonderful things that happened to me this year. Quincy had forced me into going to the club with her and lord knows I had never been to a club before so I spent most of the time in my seat drinking while she left me alone to dance.
I was almost falling asleep out of boredom until he came. He was dressed in nothing but a black polo and black jeans. Even in my tipsy state, I could still remember his face that night.

After minutes of talking about how we both regretted turning up here, we exchanged contacts and boom! When I thought I wouldn't fall in love, my heart decided either way.
Now, I'm stuck here on the exact same spot he dumped me. Crying my eyes out like a little child. Not that we had a fight or anything, he just gave us up..like that.

It's been two days since I took a shower and now that I think of it, my room is a disaster. Toilet papers were thrown all over the place and my pillow all damp with tears. No doubt, I'm such a mess.

I searched my bed for my phone to check if I had any calls or texts from him regretting his actions, but instead..It was from Travis, my second option.
Travis was the type of guy every lady dreamed to have back then in highschool. He wasn't smart, dumb rather but had features that would bring any Lady to his knees.
How he managed to fly into my life as a lover? I don't know. I tried to break it off with him, but he keeps saying his psychic told him we're meant to be.
I mean, what can you ever do to a guy who won't let you go?
Even after I told him about my relationship with Elvis, he cared less.

Weird but non of my business.

The only reason Travis doesn't wanna let go of me is because I've refused to let him sleep with me and he feels some day, I'll give in to his games.

Boys...such funny humans sometimes.

After Thirty minutes of thinking whether or not to take a shower, I finally did. But hell, it wasn't an easy one. My legs had gotten atrophy and I had to crawl my way to the shower.

Yup, this is what I get for mourning another failed love.

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Indeed, showers were the best therapists because it felt like a heavy load was taken off my shoulders and gradually, I was regaining strength.

I turned on the music on it's highest while I dressed up to go visit my mother, I have to do every and anything to forget my boy drama. I gotta get them out my head.

"Hóla mamma?" I greeted immediately she picked.
"Gabrielle, after a week?" She asked.
My mom was a very clingy one. Ever since I moved out the house to Wiesteria Lane, she has been calling persistently to check on me. Not that I'm complaining, no. I love her.

"I'm so sorry! I was busy..okay, you know what? I'm coming over today " I assured her as I applied a fresh coat of purple lipstick on my plump lips.
"Wonderful! I'll get things ready, you be early." She said cheerfully before ending the call.

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Driving to my home wasn't one of my favourite things to do, as a matter of fact, nothing seemed like a favourite thing to do as I felt rather sick.
The sun was too bright and it was so hot I started having doubts about Earth been the third planet closer to the sun.

"Oh come on!!" I yelled as another impatient driver drove off without the cops close by chasing after him. If I dare to do that, they're never gonna let me go freely.
Everything seemed so annoying. Staying in for two days isn't so bad after all, I was drama-free and my body finally had rest after a stressful week at work.

Finally, the unnecessary traffic died and I was on a smooth ride home.

"Mamma!" I exclaimed as I buried myself into her arms, a part of me almost broke down in tears talking to her about the problems but, I don't want to ruin the moment.
And, she doesn't know Elvis or Travis..none of them seemed interested in knowing my family to be honest, so telling her would just be a big thing to deal with.

"Oh Mi Amor, welcome back home. Are you okay? You look sick" she asked placing the back of her hand on my forehead and neck.
"Your temperature is up too.."
"Mammi, I'm fine, I was out for too long. You know how the climates can change our bodies" I lied trying to avoid further questions as I dragged her with me to the house.

"Where's Alberto and George?" I asked.
"Oh, I took them to Aunt Martha's. Julio's birthday is today. You should go and say hi" she smiled serving us the delicious beef soup she had prepared.

"Ah..No mamma, Not today, maybe next time" I waved off another topic of hers.. Shit, I hope she doesn't feel offended.
"I need to say hi, with gifts too you know?" I laughed hoping that was a reasonable excuse.

"Okay, but money doesn't buy happiness or family" she advised and I hummed as I stuffed my mouth with rice.

Soon, the sound of my uh huh ringtone was all over the room and Quinn's name was bold on my screen.

Shit...these few days of crying had made me leave my family and friend out my life. Omg..what do I say to her?

"Baby girl!" I sang as I answered the call.
"Don't baby girl me. You left me out! Even on my birthday.. You're fired as a best friend!" She yelled.

Oh so that's why my phone alarm kept ringing underneath my bed? Oh well, figures.

"Pffftt... I didn't forget, I was gonna surprise you with a visit" I lied and my mother gave me the evil eye.

"Just get your ass here now" she hung up.

I'm in big trouble.

"Momma that was Quinn, it's her birthday and I forgot! I really have to go.. I'm sorry I wouldn't spend enough time here, I love you" I kissed her cheeks as she saw me off to the car giving me more advice.

Oh my goodness! Mothers and advice.

I drove like a mad woman trying to meet up my best friends party.

Party+people+alcohol+music = FUN

If you ask me, a faster way to forget my boys!