Flowers From You

chapter forty one

Payton.

Coming back in the house, I saw her on the bed lying and crying. Every tear that streamed down her cheeks is like a poison that drips on my heart causing it to break. I can't bear seeing her like this.

I quickly approached her, and as I come near the sniffing sound from hers gone louder. I sat on the edge of bed facing Amoret's back. Seeing her in a close view makes me sad more than it is. I bit my lip, feeling the cold metal of my black piercing ring touched my tongue.

I want to calm her, relax her and make her happy. But she's all collected to all the pains that she garnered at that moment. I wish I could... I could bring that burden she's having instead.

I break into a sigh whilst my hand itched to touch her head. To brush and have a stroke on that smooth auburn hair that shone when reflected by the sun. I remember the way she waves it to the air as she rotate her head to me.

But now, it was all messy and some strands are damp from her cheeks. They're wearisome.

I rebuked myself and tightened my grip on the sheets, stopping all the urge to touch her. How dare you Payton? Calming her? Really? In the end, you'll just going to hurt her like what her friend did.

Tsk, yeah right, IF she knew.

And now that I'm ebbing away from that stupid bet or plan, I think she won't know about it. I'll make sure she won't.

BUT, Am I really backing out? Shit. Shit. Shit.

I was so not in my innocence at that freaking party. I wish I could travel back time. Imagine, half of your wealth? HALF OF YOUR WEALTH? Even if I convince Asher to forget all the 'bet' thing, it'd be hopeless. That dude got every person's pride in the world. He never gives up. I hope I'm like him.

I think I need to think and to reconsider some things further. Yeah, because it'll be one of the big decisions I would do in life.

I felt the bed waggled that told me Amoret is shifting her position. I drift my head from the floor to the bed twisting my body a bit. And there I saw her, bloodshot watery eyes, runny nose, dried tears glitters on her cheeks, and a sheer sweat on her forehead drenched some strands of her hair. In spite of all that, her lips gone vibrant than it usually were.

Though, overall, she looked so pretty with those emerald eyes staring right at me.

Another pair of green eyes.

"I'm sorry", she apologized.

My brows raised up. "For what?"

"I...", she faltered, wandering her eyes on the footboard of the bed. "I think we can't have that slumber party...", I nodded small, "I'm just tired. I think I need rest"

"I understand", I said with a bitter smile.

"If you want to leave, you can"

"I won't", I replied almost interjecting her sentence.

Okay, let me be honest. I visited Amoret because Patty frequently or maybe too often visits me in the condo. Which is vehemently annoying. Like Asher, she never gives up being a leech on me.

I told her many times I don't like her, and that I merely detests her. But that girl never lose her pride and being a meany one by asserting our parents' agreement and the loss if we'll got if I let it go. Knowing her, she'll stop when we get married or when I die.

I still love being a virgin and I still don't want to die, so I don't choose either way.

Though, what bothers me is... if Patty knew Amoret and furtively tracking her or possibly me or possibly us. I don't doubt it, recalling that she was the one who first called her, but not the first one that she yelled through the phone. I embarrass her than my moments of humiliation.