The Break Up Freak

Chapter 27

"Life is a highway, na na na," I sang to some song playing in my car. I wasn't a sucker for trending music.

Music made me think too much, so the better to stay away, but here I was driving back home feeling so good about myself.

After leaving my house earlier, I had driven to a nearby shopping mall and I had ended up buying a few clothes and a beautiful bracelet.

That is why I came back in an all sing-song mood. I was now ready to face the challenge I had left home.

I would go and wish them the best of luck and finish up with the documents I had to go through.

I carefully parked my car and got out with my bags in both hands. I looked up to see the security guard I was rude to last time, where had he gone? I hadn't seen him in forever?

"Hi there," he looked surprised and replied with a big smile.

"You seem happy today," he commented.

"Oh, I'm always happy, believe me, until someone messes up," he took a step back and I gave him a sweet smile then moved towards the elevator.

I inserted my key in the door and pushed it open but abruptly fell inside when someone pulled the door in at the same time.

"What the...?" It happened so fast. I was pushing the door open and suddenly I was leaning against the now-closed door, with a very angry Carlos glaring down at me.

"Where the hell have you been?" he growled. What the...

"Watch how you speak to me," I glared back and without letting go of my bags, tried to push him away.

"Try again,"

"No, get out of my way," I insisted on pushing. Why can't he just learn how to talk civilly?

"How would someone be irresponsible enough to leave work undone and go do what," he glanced at my bags, "Shopping? Are you fucking kidding me?"

"How about you mind your business?"

"This is my fucking business," he suddenly shouted.

"Will you stop swearing?"

"Oh, now what, you're too good to be hearing swear words?" he came closer to my ear, "Fuck, fuck, fuck,"

"Okay, now you're acting like a spoilt brat," I glared at him, "Look, I just wanted to give you and my friend space, and just to remind you when you leave, take the mattress and that bed," I said rashly.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Nothing, just move,"

"Wait, are you implying that Your friend and I..."

"Whatever, don't wanna hear it,"

"Oh really," oh how I wanted to wipe the smirk off his stupid face, "You sound jealous to me,"

"Jealous my foot,"

"Don't worry, I'm sure your friend would like to tell you about all the juicy details when you two meet," he laughed then kissed my cheek and moved away letting me move from the door.

"Ewww," I said rubbing my cheek vigorously.

"Careful now darling, you weren't complaining days ago when I kissed your lips,"

"Well, that won't happen again," I said and placed my bags on the table.

"Who did you go out with?" he suddenly asked making me look at him.

"No one you know," I commented with a smirk.

"That means there is someone; don't worry, if I want to know I can in just a snap of a finger,"

"Don't you dare look into me again Carlos," I gave him a warning look.

"What are you afraid of?"

"Just stop being a stalker and maybe you will be a lot more happier in life," I murmured and picked up some documents.

"Just finish with the damn work,"

"Whatever,"

"And I warned you to watch your mouth,"

"Oh my God, can I have peace in my own house? My house my rules Carlos Mourinho. Stop telling me what to do."

"You call this a house?" he sneered looking around. How did someone as handsome as him get to be so evil? You know ladies, some advice, the devil is so handsome, so don't ever enter a relationship without knowing someone very well or else you'll end up dating satan himself. 

I already feel sorry for this guy's dead wife so I voiced my thoughts, but it seemed like it was the biggest mistake I have ever done.

"What did you just say?" he was nailing me down on the couch in an instant. I could read anger and hurt in his eyes but hey, he started it.

"Nothing," I stared at him.

"Say it again," why did that sound like a threat? What would he do, kill me? Oh please.

"I said I feel sorry for your dead wife, it was better she died than put up with someone as evil as yo..." I didn't finish the sentence.

Carlos's fingers wrapped around my neck. I had never in all my life been strangled. So, this is how it felt for one to lose their breath painfully? My lungs felt on fire and my hands tried to unlock themselves from his grip.

No, I have never been this helpless as tears started flowing from my eyes uncontrollably. Then I saw as if something had left his eyes and he just realized what he was doing.

He instantly let go and moved backwards quickly looking at me in horror.

I gasped for all the air I could manage, painfully at first and started coughing uncontrollably with my hands around my neck as if still trying to remove the invisible grip that was there earlier.

I looked up to see Carlos looking as if he was relieved that I had survived then just like that, turned and walked through the door and slammed it shut.

'Good riddance, you evil man,' my mind said but my heart was still too shaken to comprehend anything. A few minutes after recovery, I stood up and went to the kitchen to get water.

I looked around my pristine kitchen, at least they had cleaned it. I hope Sheila wasn't planning on having a long term relationship with him because a man like that, with just one anger outburst and you're dead.

I still felt so weird in my neck, like the fingers were still there, so I went up to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror.

The bruises were starting to pop out around my neck. At least I had a reason to tell my friends why I broke it off with him.

I went back downstairs and finished the documents quickly with one ear to the door. I just wished I had an inside bolt, that way I could lock it from inside and no one would try to enter.

I got up and inserted the key in the lock and left it there, that was not so bad.

By midnight, no one came to the door. I turned slowly in my covers on the couch and glanced at the door. It was too quiet and I hadn't heard even a footstep.

I finally drifted off to sleep hoping it stayed like that until tomorrow.

Gosh, what happened? Is it the jazz or is my mind suddenly turning evil? Mwahahaha