DARK DEEDS

06

ENGAGED? I WOULD have never pictured it. The word haunts me like a demon as I head up to the dorm. I cannot exorcise it — even if I tried. It follows me around like a shadow even as I enter the room.

Isabella is perched over the bed with her laptop on her lap. When she sees me she shuts her laptop and takes off her air pods. She has an expectant smile on her face. The kind of smile a child has when You promised them a treat.

“So?” Her smile widen as I fall onto the bed like a dead corpse that buries its head into a pillow.

Then I scream as the tears pour out of me like a river. In no time Isabella is at my side as she questions. “What happened Carina?”

“He is engaged!” I scream. “And to Candle of all people.”

“I knew he was too Good to be true.” Isabella responds. “You knew it too but You never listen and that is the problem.”

“Isabella. I am not in the mood for a lecture. We are on autumn break. Just leave me alone.” I turn over to the other side and pout. “I Just want him.”

“Forget him.” Isabella stands from the bed. “I leave for Venice tomorrow and when I come back I do not want to hear of Salvatore.”

“You cannot leave Isabella. The audition is soon and I need You to be there.” I tell her as I turn to look at her like a damsel in distress.

“I wanted to be there too but mom is sick and dad needs to work.” She responds as she takes out her backpack and puts some clothes in it.

“I shall be back soon but if that is not the case then You can use the free time to visit Your Grandma. She lives in Venice too not so?”

I nod before she continues. “It would be so cool if You came and met mom. She would love You. I know it for a fact.”

She spends the rest of the afternoon cleaning and packing. Whereas, I wallow over the loss of a man I never even dated. It sucks. I suck. He sucks. It all sucks.

Somewhere a little after 6pm — a knock sounds on the door. Isabella is in the kitchen in headphones so I am forced to head on over to the door and answer it.

I expect to see one of the sorority girls or frat boys with party flyers. but behind the door stands a mail man with a bouquet of roses in his hands. “I think you have the wrong room.”

I am about to slam the door in his face when he reads — “Carina Gonzalez.”

“That is me?” I respond as more of a question than an answer. He hands me a tablet and an e-pen that I use to scribble the initials CMG.

He then hands me the bouquet and leaves. When I shut the door and turn about Isabella stands behind me. “Who are those from?”

I pull out the card and all it reads is — “SORRY. YOU DESERVE BETTER.” I check the back but there is no name. Despite that I respond — “It could ONLY be Salvatore.”

I do not think more of it as I place the bouquet in water. Isabella crosses her arms as she reminds me — “You still have to keep a distance from him Carina.”

“I know but at least he apologized.” I responded and went and laid back down.

Not much happened after that. All we did was eat and watch some shows.

After that Isabella went to sleep.
I washed the dishes and watched more shows after that.

As I was about to fall asleep, I received a phone call from an unknown number.

I did not want to answer it but did after a moment.

“Carina Gonzalez?” The voice at the other end of the line said.

“Yes?” I said in response.

“Report to the police station tomorrow at 9am.” The person said before the other end of the line went dead.

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