Your love is like a rain!

Chapter 16 - You! Who can't keep his dick in his pants.

Questa

"So where are you getting with this, I mean, what's the next course of action? " Sheryl asked me, obviously getting impatient now.

"I don't know..." I kind of dragged while saying that and rubbing my shoes in the floor.

I was getting so fucked up.

"So where did you guys go after the party..?" she asked me, trying to change the topic but I could see she was curious as hell.

We were sitting at an icecream parlour. Me with my favourite chocolate icecream dipped in chocolate chips and she licking her mint one.

Gross.

"Umm... Just hanging around.. here and there.." I said, avoiding her eyes and concentrating on the pamphlet lying on the table all of a sudden.

In one whip of hand she took the pamphlet and threw it.

I was gawking at her.

Man, this lady is so scary.

I pity her boyfriend. Whoever that might be.

"Hey look me in the eye and talk, alright. Tell me where did you go? " she demanded.

Well I guess I didn't need a mother after all.

"We went to his beach house." I confessed looking at my icecream.

"OH MY GOD! Are you insane, what were you thinking!" she was fuming.

"I..."

"Please, let it be.I don't wanna listen. Its very obvious what you guys did there, ok. Just let it be." she was standing now with one hand on her hip and the other on her forehead.

"I was drunk ok. I couldn't help it. On top of that, I still love that guy." I admitted, now mentally exhausted.

I took my bag and went out of there. I was really frustrated. I did not want to listen to any of this shit anymore. I know I was breaking bit by bit  but sometimes it's just hard to curb yourself. Its just so easy to believe the whole facade he puts up sometimes.

Its like the flame of my candle is vanishing bit by bit but it's still trying to find oxygen, to survive no matter how defeated it looks.

After reaching home, I ran towards my bed not able to help water just trying to burst out of my eyes.

No, crying is not weakness. Its a moment of courage where you actually accept your weakness and collect yourself to be more strong.

So, after a few tears I decided that it was enough.

I heard a knock on my window.

Immediately, I wipe my face and go over my window.

Undoubtedly, it was The Truce fucking Wilson standing out of my window.

Looking like a sex god, I might add.

Ughh! it is just putting fuel to my fire.

"Hey gorgeous" he acknowledged me presenting the rose he's been holding so dearly.

"Sorry, no orchids"

"It's ok" I tell him.

He welcomes himself inside and looks at me a little more closely.

"Questa, are you alright?" he sounded concerned.

Wow, Now he's a fucking actor.

"Yeah, of course. Why wouldn't I be?" I tried to lie.