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chapter 3 - Alison

Chapter 3

It’s been a month since Troy living with me, the first two weeks isn’t good, I quickly but not quite forget about him. It’s been a month, Troy and I hardly speak to each other. Actually the longest conversation we have yet is when he just got out of the hospital.

We don’t really talk that much and it’s completely understandable because his living with someone he barely knows, he lost his memory and his always in his room, and me? The same, always in my room but at least I’ve minimize my crying everyday into two times a week. This living with a stranger really helps me, it keep me busy by doing the house work every day.

Right now I just finish cooking and cleaning the kitchen. “Perfect!” I said proud of myself.

“Hey! Morning Ali. I took your mails for you.” I hear Troy’s voice behind me. I was surprise when he greeted me first; usually I greet him first. I turn around to face him.

“Morning Troy! Did you have a good sleep?”

He put the mails down at the counter. “Yes I have a good night sleep.”

“By the way I made you breakfast. You want me to get it for you?”

“You’re treating me like a baby, I’ll get it myself” he said smiling.

“Okay.” I said while watching him move around the kitchen like his been living here for years. He get himself a fork and a plate, he put some egg, two piece of beacon and two pancake into his plate an-, what am I doing?

I didn’t even notice that I was staring into space when I hear his voice. “......hey Ali? Alison!?”

“Oh...yeah! sorry! What was that?” I said, oblivious.

“I’ll be at the living room, okay.”

“You don’t need my permission to go anywhere, okay.” I chuckle, imitating his ‘okay’.

“Thanks.” He said, walking away.

I started digging through my mail at the counter and found a peach envelope with a pretty red ribbon tie around it, I quickly undo the ribbon, unfold it; I saw my name written in a beautiful lettering. I flip it to the other side and saw something I don’t want to see.

Mr. and Mrs. Aaron Christopher Jacobs request the honour of your presences at the marriage of their son

Nicolas Jacobs

To

Camille Fisher

Daughter of Mr. and Mrs. John Fisher. Saturday, June 15th, 3 in the afternoon at St. Patrick’s church, San Francisco.

The tears starting to roll down through my cheeks. H-his getting married and he have the guts to even invite me. Is he even serious? Was he out of his mind? F**k him! His stupid, idiot, moron, and son of a bitch, his...his...ugh! I slump my fist into the counter. For a second there I just stare at the wedding invitation, remembering all the good times Nick and I shared during our wedding preparation but then those happy memories just makes me cry harder.

I don’t know how long I’ve been crying. AGAIN! Until I feel two strong hands on my shoulder comforting me. I completely forget that I was still at the kitchen.

I lifted my head up and look behind me, with my teary eyes and a blurry vision I still recognize him. My mind keeps telling me that I saw him before, before I became his babysitter, well his really not a baby but i prefer to call myself his babysitter. He really looks familiar though.

“Hey. Are you okay Ali?” he ask softly. I wipe away the tears with my hand and try to answer him in a happy tone.

“I fine!” I said, but I failed, so I just walk towards the stairs before I brake dawn in front of him.

“Then why are you crying AGAIN?” He demand, emphasizing the word AGAIN.

He finally catches up with me. Stop walking, stunned by his question, did he hear me crying for the past weeks. I turned to look at him and got distracted by his sapphire eyes looking at me.

“Why are you crying?” he asks again. Why this day is full of word AGAIN and keep repeating it again and again and now I say it again, ugh.

I raise one eyebrow at him. “Ha? Oh...this wet stuff in my eyes?” I act stupidly.

He hesitates. “Er...yes?”. “Don’t worry about me. I’m probably just tired. You know cleaning and stuff.” I said quickly.

“D-do yo-.”

I quickly cut him off. “I’ll better go and get some rest!”

I jog through the stairs and into my room, before I shut the door I hear him shout. “It’s 10:30 in the morning!”

I started the crying thingy again. Can I forget about him, can’t I? I want to forget him so badly but his making it so hard for me. Does he even want me their?

I was sitting on one of the corner in my room crying. I don’t want to be like this again, crying on the corner every time. I calm down a bit when I hear a soft knock at my door; I hear his foot step getting close to where I am. I didn’t even hear the door got open.

“Hey! I’m sorry that I just come in, but are you sure you okay?” he ask sound concerned.

I look at him, embarrassment building up in my face, making my face like an over ripe tomato.

“I’m fine, okay. I just wanted to be alone for now. Do you mind?”

“No, it’s fine, but if you want to talk to someone, I’m here.”

“Thanks.” I smile at him.

Then he walks out to my room slowly. I hear a soft click from the door. His right I need someone to talk too but I don’t want to talk about Nick anymore. Maybe I should call Molly and Lenny. I miss them so much; I hadn’t seen them since the day we talked about Nick and the accident.

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