One In A Million

Chapter 22

26/09/2014

Brooke's POV

"I have tried to forget what happened at the movie, Sila and Marcel making fool of me like if I was a poor dirty girl.  Poor, was I so.  No, because I had a job, a roof on my head, food as much as I wanted, clothes, and all the basic things that a human needed.  Yes, I wasn't rich, had no money to buy myself expensive outfits or make up, and yes sometimes I had to refrain from buying stuffs I loved, but that wasn't bothering me at all.  People like her were just too focused on themselves and their looks.  Of course it had got me  on the nerves, made me to react emotionally, it had hurt me.  For a moment, my seat was like burning, as if it was a sign that I had to leave that fucking place.  I've been told I wasn't welcomed and would NOT be allowed to be in their circle, and that wasn't my goal.  Their VIP faked ass circle that could make your hair stress, gosh, no way.  I was already complete, living my simple life, by having my family that I loved more than anything, my real friends, and Marco, my stupid childish boyfriend.  Also what have made me feel so bad and emotional, was the fact that whole flow of negative energy, but mostly how I talked to Marco, when he has insisted he would bring me back home, and the way I reacted.  I knew that he was trying his best to calm me, as he also felt sad seeing how Sila and Marcel were behaving.  Marco had the feeling I wasn't myself.  The worst was that I thrown my emotion and anger like if he was a punching ball, and from the moment that I turned my back.to.leave the cinema, I felt so wrong, so wrong.  And that's the reason why I didn't reply any of his calls or text messages, I was too ashamed for the conduct I had towards him.  He left like fifty messages on my phone, text messages, whatsaap, viber, and so many missed calls, asking me to hold my damn phone.  Marco must have been a little pissed on his side, as he didn't like when I didn't answer his calls, and that even in normal days.  He constantly had to know what I was doing and if I was doing well.  But no, this time it was different.  Lisa as well had called me, asking if I was okay and why was I ignoring her messages.  She's the one who told me that Marco didn't watch the whole movie and had left five minutes after me, and that he was so angry after Sila and Marcel as well.  A part of me was relieved that Marco finally noticed Marcel's mean conduct against me."

Standing at the shop door, my mind was lost somewhere that I didn’t know, and my eyes were staring at the rain purring heavily in the street pavements.  I loved the rain, and if I was at home, I would certainly be under my blanket, drinking some hot choco milk with melted marshmallows while watching a DVD, getting all cozy.  Marco also loved to spend the rainy days at home.  Maybe if I had not to work we would have spend it together, I really wanted him to hug me, to feel his skin on mine, and his arms all around me to warm my body, cuddling like sweet lovers.  I loved when ee had a nap and fall asleep together, specially if he was the one to sleep first.  I noticed what type of heavy snorer Marco was, and also his cute little mouth grimaces, like the ones Auba caught on video where Marco said “You fucking cunt”, something I particularly appreciated.  So, I couldn’t resist to record him on my phone, doing the same, it made me laugh, gosh what a cutie this Marco.  Still couldn’t believe it that he was my man. 

As I was looking through the window the school children running under the rain, I heard my phone ringing from the table.  I walked at a quick pace and hold it, but seeing Marco’s name appearing on the screen got my momentum to slow down.  Since this morning he has called me like five times and yet I didn’t answer him, but maybe that the time had come for me to swallow my shame and go ahead.  “Come on girl do it.”

“Hey…” I sighed. 

“OMG, finally you answer my call, I thought you would keep playing to that game all day long Brooke.” Marco said.  I was feeling that he was angry through his voice tone, and that was making my anxiety to rose.  I didn’t know how to answer him and what to tell,, fear was enveloping me.