Rocky Road

Chapter 9- All Because Of Quentin

I see people reading the stories, yes I have eyes to see the reading stats going up but no one voting or commenting. It's really insulting. even if its just a simple- nice chapter. WHatever. But this is it. Im not a vote or comment chaser, i just like to feel appreciated as a writer who takes her time to update and write.

Quentin! Quentin! Quentin! Freaking Quentin.

I was depressed.

I knew I was depressed all the signs were there. It felt like I was swimming in the deep end with no way out. This bed has been my only solace for the past three days and I have never appreciated it more than I did now. It was my comfort.

The pillow wiped my salty tears, the quilt hugged me close to keep me warm and the mattress letting me know I can always rely on it. My love, my companion. The CD player was on constant repeat playing the list Hugo had made for me prior to the last two weeks. It was a mixture of everything soul, rap and jazz, a bit of British rock to put me in the mood for last week’s concert. Funnily enough ‘A song about Love’ by a British guy called Jake Bugg came on reflecting my mood entirely.

My brain is fizzling literally trying to figure out, how in the world of gametes and reproduction is Quentin and Hugo related?

 Besides that, Quentin’s unexpected arrival made me realise I most definitely wasn't fine. In fact I was the complete opposite of fine. I came here to heal and regain my confidence and find my inner self or beauty or whatever. Apart from the whole Hugo fiasco thing, it was going fine but who was I kidding. Oh no Karma loves me too much to let me have this one. It really is revenge for trying to bleach my skin and putting my mum through all that pain. I should have stood proud like Africa and faced the jungle-i.e. Quentin head on, instead I chose to cower giving him the satisfaction of seeing me cave. It was this courageous switch of my mechanism that allowed my body to leap out of its foetal position and walk out of house. The four walls were closing and I had to get out. I wondered like a lost soul around the place. The swims of whispers engulfed my ears as I trudged down the street; drowning my senses. I looked like a mess and the eyes looking didn’t help. My eyes rimmed with bitter tears, my robe and slippers suggesting I was having a case of ‘lazilia’ and needed to be injected with a full dose of reality. I felt nothing. I felt empty. I am so hurt it hurts. It feels like some sick joke like someone repeatedly ripping of the stitches in my already broken heart. All because of Quentin.

 Crap I was turning bitter

"Watch where you're going." Amery glared as she passed me."Everything was fine before you came. Not only do I find out you Hugo likes you, you and Quentin had a thing too." Jealousy was rooted in a tone and I hated to break her bubble but they were the cause of my misery. “What’s so special about you?”

"Look at me Amery, do I look happy to you? Those two you are pining over are the cause of my sheer misery. Quentin broke me, Hugo rejected me. You can have them they are all yours." It hurt to say it but it was true. My summer was becoming a disaster if nor already a disaster. I heard lengthy footstep coming from behind and becoming in synch with my own.

"You look awful." I realised it was still Amery.

"Just leave me alone."

"I know how you feel. I had a crush on Hugo for the longest and we were cool, I thought I could finally get somewhere with him, then his grandparents died and I was back to square one. Then you came, no offence but I know I could have made him happy and all of a sudden he forgot about me. Worst we slept together and I feel used but he still doesn't bat an eyelid." She sighed. "I thought by giving him a part of me, he’ll open up but it backfired. You may think I need to give up but I fight for something I truly want. My parents never did that at first fight, they were already throwing fist. They didn't fight for me or their love for that matter. I don't know why I'm telling you this, I know I don't stand a chance anymore with Hugo but it doesn't mean I'll make it easy for you. I'll fight until he comes to his senses back to me or until I fall." I flailed hand confusingly.