The Queens

Chapter 16: What really happened in my past?

Samantha Queen's POV:

I slowly opened my eyes because of the sunlight that passes the window straight to my eyes.

I stared at the window for awhile but his face suddenly pops up on my head.

So I just covered myself with the blanket and close my eyes again.

But his face shows again so I suddenly opened my eyes. I annoyingly put away the blanket and throw my pillow on the floor.

Why his face keeps on haunting me this time?

I am staring at the ceiling and lying lazily. I don't want to get up and spend this whole day thinking of him.

But my stomach is already complaining.

So I get up and sit on the bed for awhile.

"It's morning again. What's good about mornings? I hate that." I heavily sighed and did the best I could to cheer up myself.

If I could just skip mornings, that would be great.

"Mornings are boring." I get up from the bed and tie my hair.

When I suddenly saw a glimpse of myself at the mirror, I stared at it.

"Hi there, Queen. You're not Queen today because you're not wearing your mask. You're just Samantha." Then I tried to fake a smile.

I hate seeing myself this plain, no make-ups, no curls, no mask, not wearing lingerie and high heels, just a big shirt.

Being this plain means I am powerless. It also means that I cannot hide my feelings.

I hate being alone, I have no one to sex with.

I just want to have fun by having sex and make every man go crazy with me.

I just put the thought away. Maybe I'm not just used in seeing myself without a mask and make up.

I searched for food in the kitchen and cooked a pancake for breakfast.

While cooking, my mind is pre-occupied with what happened last night.

I want to believe in everything he said but I want to ask him as well what he was doing there at the bar. Just by thinking that it's not his first time there makes me think that I need to re-asses what really happened 2 years ago. What did I do so wrong that he just left like that? Or is there something happened that I didn't know that made him choose to just walk away and turned his back on me.

I smelled something...

"Omygod! The pancake!" I immediately transfer the pancake to a plate and turned off the gas stove.

I look at the pancake. It was all ruined now!

I hate being drowned on my thoughts. It doesn't help me in any way. It's just making everything worse.

But I have no other choice but to eat what I cooked.

I heavily sigh and started eating this pancake.

Aside from its not yummy anymore, this pancake is giving me so many memories.

I cannot remove from my head the look of his eyes and the way he said everything, it was so sincere.

"Fvck this pancake!" I said as I tortured it with my fork.

"Fvck you! I hate you pancake! Get lost you stupid pancake!" Then I just found myself crying over a pancake. I wiped away my tears, but it doesn't stop!