Black Coffee (Tara's Dream)|Dearest Diary, - Book 1 (unedited)

Chapter Nine.

Dearest Diary,

I received the most bizarre message today. I free so broken I don’t know what to feel or think.

I thought I knew how betrayal feels like, but what I thought is nothing compared to what I am feeling right now.

I am trying to be brave, to hold back and put on a smile, but it’s hard. When I am alone I break down into tears and I don’t even know how to respond to him.

How can he be so calm after everything he has done. Could I have misjudged his character so badly that I am now smarting for it? God help me.

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"What wrong with you? You look like someone peed in your curry." Dom says, walking into my room with Shea in tow.

"It's spit in your bean curd,  doofus." Shea tells him.

"That's Garfield, not Mulan."

"It's Mulan and Mushu says it." My sister replies, sticking out her tongue at him.

"What are you two doing here?" I ask them placing my phone on the covers beside me. I have been tucked in bed the whole day, feeling blue and this two must have missed my presence.

"We've been sent to check on you. Your lawyers are requesting your presence downstairs." My sister tells me.

"Then what is he doing here?"

"I tagged along to stretch my legs. Plus those two don't really need me."

"I am not feeling well. Ask if we can meet tomorrow."

"You think you will be better then?" My sister asks and I nod. She narrows her eyes, studying me and then out of nowhere she grabs my phone.

"Shea!" I yell jumping out to grab her. She jumps out of my reach and unlocks my phone.

"I knew it. You are not sick. She accuses looking between me and my phone. "Who is this and why is she in a bikini in Troy's...OMG!"

"Return my phone Shea!" I yell, stalking her to grab it from her hand. Once again, she skips out of my grip and stares at me with an angry look. Dom looks between us with a puzzled look, but we are too engrossed in our confrontation to pay him any attention.

"Have you confronted him?"

"Shea..." I groan slumping back onto my bed.

"I take that as a no."

With that she wheels herself out of the room and rushes out.

"Oh God!" I mumble, feeling too defeated to move. Dom gives me one look and decides that I look like I need the time alone. He closes the door behind him and I finally allow myself to breakdown and cry.

I don't know how long I spend in that state. Five minutes, Ten? I have no idea. I cry until my eyes fail me and I fall into a fitful sleep.

I wake up to angry voices whispering over me and I open my eyes to find my sister and Troy arguing in the darkness of my room.

"There's a light switch you know."

Both of them pause and turn to look at me. I switch on my bedlight and turn to my sister, too hurt to look at Troy.

"Where's my phone Shea?"

Her hands slide into her back jeans pocket and she pulls out the slim black rectangle that is one of my most prized possessions.

"Thank you. Now leave me alone. I want to sleep."

"Attara..." Troy starts and I hold up my hand to silence him.