Deluded

Chapter 29

Evangeline's P.O.V

After my mother left my room, I was sure right here and then about my feelings, no more trying to deny the fact that I already fell for Abram Valentino, no more trying to hide it. She said to follow my heart and to do what it says, then that's what I would do.

But are you sure that what you feel for him is real and deep, not just a usual crush when you don't even have any experience falling in love? How do you know that you love him? How do you know that he's the one?

I questioned myself, once again wanting to bang my head against the wall for overthinking so much. Why can't you just go with the flow for once in your life without thinking about it so much? I told myself mentally as I brushed my messy hair with fingers that I was pulling on a while ago with frustrations.

It's not about how long you know him, it's about how he makes you feel and how you trust him and yourself to open your heart and let him in. Don't let the time fool you, Evangeline. It's just a barrier. I tried to assure myself as I thought of calling Abram so that we can meet up tomorrow.

Okay if you're so sure about your feelings, what about your father? He clearly told you to stay away from him. Do you think he'll ever agree to this? My inner conscience reminded me but I quickly shove it away.

All my life, I have been a good girl, always listening and following the rules and I think breaking just one rule won't hurt, right?

Taking the phone that is on the bed, my finger hovered above his contact number as I contemplated whether to call him or not. It's late, I think I should call him tomorrow.

But would you be able to sleep tonight, though? A small voice at the back of my head taunted as I sat on the bed, again pulling my hair in frustration.

I will call him tomorrow and I won't back down. If he agrees to meet me tomorrow then I would tell him what I feel and I know he feels the same. I can see it in his eyes whenever he looks at me but just like me he's holding back.

Deciding that I would shoot my shot tomorrow, I laid down, closing my eyes, hoping for the best to come along with the dawn.

• • • •

The second my eyes fluttered open, the first thing I grabbed was my phone, to check whether Abram texted me but much to my disappointment, he didn't.

Don't let it sadden you, Eva, maybe he's still sleeping.

Waiting for a bit longer. One hour and thirty minutes, to be exact. I decided that I couldn't just sit in my hands waiting for nothing, so I pressed his number, breathing in and out in an attempt of calming down my nerves as I waited for like an eternity to pick up when it's just seconds.

"Hello" he greeted, his voice gruff and husky making chills run down my spine as he sounded so serious.

Calm down, Evangeline. It's now or never.

"Hello, Abram," I greeted back. " I was wondering if we could meet up today?" I suggested, crossing my fingers as I wait for him to reply.

"I'm busy today" he responded, making my mood and all my plans go down.

" Oh okay, I'm so sorry," I added as I cut the call, feeling the tears of disappointment blur my vision but I wiped it away before it could even fall on my cheek.

Well, there's always another day.

Getting up from the bed, I headed towards the shower lazily, to get ready for work with a heavy feeling of sadness on my shoulders.

Standing in front of the as brushed my hair out of my face, I smiled at my reflection. There's always a reason behind everything. Have patience, Eva. I mumbled to myself like a complete idiot as I continued to get ready and pretend like nothing ever happened.

Proceeding downstairs towards the kitchen, my parents shouting at one another made me stop on my track as I hid right outside the door and made a U turn when my mother tried to reason out my father.

"She's old enough to know what she's doing" she exclaimed, and I was damn sure that she's talking about me and despite my inner conscience telling me eavesdrop and listen what they're talking about, I didn't and instead let my feet took me outside where the car was waiting for me to take me to the orphanage.

It's not new but it gets sickening to hear them fight and have the maids shoot me a Sorry, look at me whenever they see me outside my parents' room whenever they're fighting.

Greeting Rico, a good morning, I climbed in the car not bothering to say anything else, and just like me, he didn't say anything too, except for greeting me back as we let our ego take over our friendship.