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Burning Coldness 04: Wallowing In Despair

|WALLOWING IN DESPAIR|

Saturday. Andrew wasn’t fond of weekends at all. He was probably the only teenager in the world who felt that way, but for Andrew weekends meant too much free time. You may ask what is wrong with free time. Well, Andrew usually spent his free time wallowing in despair, and which usually lead him to realization of how lonely he is, and he didn’t like thinking about that.

He never showed or wanted to show vulnerability, not even to himself. That is why he hated weekends, loneliness would show its ugliness head and seep through the tranquility of his penthouse and envelope his completely in its suffocating embrace.

Andrew was awake, lying under his soft sheets, staring at his ceiling and listening to the silence of his home. He closed his eyes, wishing that he was back in vivid Paris, spending time with his grandparents, and exploring the beauty of Eifel Tower and the city as well.

His parents haven’t been home for almost the whole week. He saw his father maybe once, and his mother one and half times, if he counted the time, he can count it in his fingers. Bridget was away, having a free day or something. Not even Primo was here, the dog walker have took him out.

I am fearless. I don’t need anyone to babysit me. He motivates himself as he got out of his bed. He decided he head to get out of his house, or else he would get stuck in melancholy again, and inevitably start moping around. He thought of tonight’s party, but that didn’t mean he didn’t plan on looking fantastic. He figured he probably buy a new tuxedo and pair of leather shoes, and besides he had a reason to get out of here.

He quickly texted his minions to be ready in an hour and wait for him at Sixth Avenue and 55th street. They all quickly responded that they will be there. He smirked mischievously, satisfied that he had such power over them.

A few hours later, he was walking down the street towards shopping mall with his minions. They were trailing behind him, but that proved a bit challenging since they were carrying Andrew’s shopping bags. Andrew went on shopping spree, spending thousands of dollars in just few hours. He seemed content through which his minions embraced with relief, they know how scary he is when not in the mood.

It was almost 9:00 0’clock in the evening. Andrew was ready to go, he checked himself in the mirror before exiting his penthouse. He was happy with the way he looked. His hair was combed in one-sided. He had put on some facial treatment to accentuate his masculinity. His tuxedo suited him very well. He looked ruggedly handsome as usual.

He arrived at the party in 15 minutes. On the way, Isabelle attempted at small talk with him but he wasn’t responsive. He wondered why he was tired. Probably she thinks she’ll get some night. He thought to himself. He wasn’t fond of that idea, he never really felt sparks with Isabelle or enjoyed sex with her, but he did it anyways out of obligation.

He sighed in disbelief. He never cheated on her though, because he didn’t feel the need of sex, he attributed sex as one of the primitive human needs and he was above of that. He always wanted the best for himself and Isabelle was the most popular girl at school. So what if sex is boring, I’m dating the hottest girl in school. He rationalized.

They parked on a curb in front of a huge mansion. Luxurious cars and limousines were parked everywhere, and he could feel the music blasting from the house. They entered the huge house hand in hand, as the couple expected to. He smiled to himself when he saw heads turning in their direction.

Everyone wanted them and wanted to be them. People were scattered everywhere, he could notice some were already intoxicated by liquor and making out or grinding to the erotic music. He scrunched his nose in disgust, he forgot how much he despise these teenage parties. “This will be a long night.” Andrew muttered.