Till I Met You

Not good....

Chapter eleven....

Picking up my phone clumsily from my side desk I dial Sandra's number. I was still a bit sleepy but I had to do this now that it had crossed my mind.

My plan of calling last night after the party didn't work because I was more than exhausted and worn out mostly from meeting people.

I had ended up at the pool side with Patrick where it was a little more quiet because I was beginning to get a headache from the noise and music.

Being an anti-partist(I don't know if that's even a word) that I am. I had to escape.

Once Patrick had joined me by the pool side we went on to chat about Luna......

Yeah she kinda ended up in Patrick's good books while I had no where to place her since we haven't actually spoken much.

After sitting comfortably next to me , he went on to blab about how nice and cheerful she was and how beautiful she looked when she laughed....

The boy is falling hard if you ask me

After wiping my face a few times I place the phone properly over my ear.

Hearing the phone ring at the other end I sit up on my bed eager to hear what she has to say. 

"Hello" she said from the other end sounding sullen. Maybe it's because she just woke up i thought to myself.

"Hey sandy. ..." I call out  carefully " So how was your talk" I asked placing emphasis on the last word.

"Oh sorry I didn't show up for your dad's party" she said instead.

"It's fine....so how did it go?" I was worried. I needed to know already.

"I don't know Ella " she sniffed.

Was she crying?

"Sandy are you crying?" I asked. Concern evident in my voice.

"He......" sniff " he......he....." she burst into tears.

Oh no......

"Sandra hold on..I'll be there in five" I said hurriedly getting off my bed. I hated seeing her like that but I was very positive she needed someone to talk to right now.

"No......Ella. ..you don't have to......" she said trying to sound convincing but failing.

"I don't have to but I want to..." I said cutting her off

"I'm fine seriously.......I've been crying since yesterday and I think I'm OK...." she said and I could bet with everything valuable I owned that she was lying.

Although the crying part was true...she was nowhere close to fine.

I'm supposed to be packing my stuff later in the day for my break with Ria but all I could think of now was how Sandra was feeling.

"Sandra I'm coming and that's final " I said hanging up on her just as she said "but..."

No amounts of buts will stop me.

Sandra is among the few people I care about. Those people are my parents,  siblings, relatives I.e Victoria ofcourse , so far I've counted four.

Ok maybe not few. But I can't help caring, I don't want anyone ending up like me.

Being misunderstood. If only they cared enough..

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Reaching the familiar entrance porch, I press the doorbell lightly and wait for someone to open the door.