The Aesthetics Of Waiting

Chapter 24 (Heartbreaks and Confusion)

"No! You didn't consider me! You considered yourself!" Zach yelled at me in frustration. He never yell at me.

You know the moment when cartoon characters would fume smoke out of their nostrils because they're very angry. That, is what Zach looks like right now. Before the both of them could exchange a very hard blow on their faces, I cut them off while they are staring sternly at each other by saying "Relax".

Yeah, I thought that could help but right after I said that word, it turns out to be the opposite. Zach quickly threw a ball of fist on Ford's jaw and Ford didn't flinch but fought back with another punch on Zach's face.

What would I do? Turn to be like Wonderwoman and position myself in the middle of two man throwing hard punches like the hell would I do that. With their muscles flexing while throwing punches with each other, I'd choose to die by a car accident rather than die because of those hard muscles.

Zach was pulled out on strangling Ford's throat by a security guard of the building. The other two guards helped Ford to stand on his feet and he wiped the blood dripping down on the side of his lips with the back of his hand.

I told Ford to go home even though it broke me seeing him go alone with those blood flowing on his face, his clothes soaking wet and his feelings are still hurting.

I turn to see Zach with his eyes full of disappointment and anger. He turned around and treaded fast, I call out on his name but he didn't turn to look at me. I should have known that this would happen. I didn't know that he would come down to see me, I thought he was sleeping by that time.

I ran to meet him in the elevator and the both of us stayed silent. I was feeling awkward and I don't know how to start apologising and explaining myself so that he would understand the thing that he saw outside.

Zach talk to me, please.
Say something.
Say anything.
Zach don't make this hard for me.
Please talk.
Please ask me and I will answer.
Please let's make it up.
I don't want to lose you.

I started to talk to myself in my mind. The elevator opened, he walked towards the door of our penthouse and clicked it open.

I quickly averted my gaze to the medicine kit that we have in the kitchen and I walked towards him sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed. Obviously, he's making himself calm and have his composure back. I sat on the sofa next to him and put the medicine kit on the glass table.

I opened it and took the buds, cotton and a liquid substance to clean the deep cut on the right side of his lips. It is badly bleeding and I could feel how painful that is.

"Zach," I said. "I'll—"

"I'll do it." He cut me off and sighed.

He get the medicine kit and starts to put the liquid substance onto the cotton ball and press it against his bleeding lip.

"Careful, it would hurt." I warned.

"It would hurt?" Zach looked at me with his eyes full of anger. "You think this would hurt?!" He said, pointing to his lip. "How about this?"  He pointed to his chest.

I know, your heart hurts. I'm sorry...

"Listen, I will explain, Zach." I said, holding his hand.

"This doesn't hurt Francine. It got numb, everything got numb the moment that I saw you holding hands together."

"No, it's not what it looks like, he's—" I explained.

"It's not what it looks like, yeah, it's not what it looks like." He retorted sarcastically. "That's completely what people say when it really looks like that."

"No, it's not!" I yelled in frustration.

"I got up to drink some water because I was parched and I needed to pee. I went to your room to see you because seeing you makes me sleep well, but I didn't see any traces of you." He sneered. "Thank god I needed to pee."

"Zach listen to me first, please listen to me." I begged and tears starts to fall from my eyes. I should have told him that Ford was outside. I should have been honest. I should have trust my premonition.

He quickly averted his gaze and stood up.

"It's clear, Francine." Zach said. "You don't have to explain."

He went inside his room and I stood up to follow him. He grabbed his leather jacket and took his wallet and slid it inside his pocket.

"Where are you going?" I asked and frowned.

"Anywhere." He said coldly.

"Is this how you solve this problem?" I furrowed. "Running away without listening to my explanation?"

"This is also what you did when you found out that Ella kissed me, isn't it?" He retorted. "That night, you ran away. You didn't let me explain, instead you broke up with me. Do you know how much that hurts?"

I gasped in disbelief. "But I did let you explain the next day."

"Exactly." He retorted. "I'll let you explain the next day."

He brushed off his room and walked pass me. I gaped in frustration. I couldn't believe that he would do this to me, that he will hurt me just as the same thing that I did to him before. Yes I hurt his feelings but he did hurt me first. It wouldn't happen if he didn't let that freak girl to kiss him.

"And by the way, we don't have any problem, Francine." He looked back and smiled. "It's your problem." And he continued walking outside the door. I couldn't believe it.

What just happened?

He left me in our penthouse after all that had happened awhile ago. He didn't let me explain. Yeah, It was my fault after all. I didn't tell him that Ford was outside instead I kept my mouth shut and meet him outside.

The way that Zach talked to me angrily, it was like I just did something he never thought that I would do. I'm not liking the sound of my name in his lips awhile ago. I'm not used to him calling me "Francine" anymore. I want him to call me his "baby", his "princess".

I sauntered to my room and changed my clothes to dry ones. I picked my wet clothes and threw them on the laundry basket. I went to my room and plopped myself onto my bed. Should I call him? No. I should give him time.

I sighed, I wish tonight didn't happen. I wish I fell asleep fast so that I didn't pick up the call. I wish Zach didn't have to pee.

I threw my pillows and groan in frustration.

Before going to meet Ford outside, I have decided that I would tell Zach the next day about it but the time loathes me, so Zach knew it in the wrong timing.

Zach just saw us holding hands and he freaked out, what more if he'd see us the moment that I hugged Ford so tight.

I fucked up.

Way back when I saw Ella kissing Zach, I knew that he didn'tn't like that. From the moment that he embarassed Ella in front of me and my friends, I knew he doesn't like her anymore. The moment that he explained about that kiss, I knew that it's not his fault and he's telling the truth because my friends saw it too.

So this mistake that I've made is my fault and I deserve this.

Zach didn't want to kiss Ella, but I wanted to hug Ford. Zach didn't intentionally hold Ella's waist, but I intentionally held Ford's hands. Yeah, I really fucked up.

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