Better Left Unsaid

Chapter Eight

© Yv Obregon, 2014

Hold Me Tight

Brianne&Zach

This friday is the most boring and anxious night I'm facing right now, despite all L.A's non stop of blabbing. Him, being frantic because of our prom tonight. I told him to calm the fuck down because he looks mighty fine in his black suit, pink linen shirt, black bow tie and dress pants with his new shined black shoes and silver Michael Kors watch.

Hmm, rich handsome gay psycho bitch.

"L.A, if you don't calm your shit down, I wont go with you" I said while I slipped in my dress, he's waiting me outside my walk-in closet.

He took a deep steady breath "fuck, no way. Ok, I'm calm" I rolled my eyes even though he wouldn't see me "don't you roll your eyes at me, mister" I heard the humor in his voice, I giggled.

Thanked God he's calmed down.

I took a deep breath, slipped in my white Louboutins and got out.

"If I'm straight, I'd bang you babe" he said as he held his gaze to my whole persona, I blushed and turned to my whole body mirror that attached to my wall.

My chesnut brown hair was just normal, my small thin spiral curls hanged perfectly at my back, Esmay helped me for doing my make up. Using a thin brush, she applied three coats of my lined white eyeshadow making it more visible, she made a light rosy cheeks then applied a pinkish tint to my lips. The only accessories that I have was my studded surf board earrings and my silver customized anklet that has multiple pendant; a mini skateboard for my hobby, a daisy which is my favourite flower, an ice cream that keeps me calm, then a camera for my hidden talent. A total of 4 pendants. It should be 5, but based on my personalities and experiences, I think it's coming soon.

"Darling, let's stop drooling all over Brianne because she have a family waiting for her downstairs" said Esmay to L.A, I blushed again.

We head downstairs and got greeted by a 'flash-blinding' camera. "Honey, you look lovely and wonderful!" Mum gushed, I smiled sheepishly then noticed that my father was nowhere in sight.

"Where's dad?" I asked with my poker face on while I tapped my left foot, indicating a 'I'm-holding-on-my-out-burst'. Mum sighed then gave me a motherly smile.

"He'll be working la-"

"Of course" I rolled my eyes, mum frowned.

"Don't be like that, sweetie" mum's voice held with frustration. The tension in the room building up slowly, changing our excited atmosphere.

"Uh. . .let's take a picture!" Amber chimed in as she felt the awkward silence.

"Great idea!" L.A smiled awkwardly.

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Standing at the rooftop of a 5 floor building where our prom is being held on the 3rd floor, I held my 7th glass of red wine while my two empty bottles of Vodka layed on the floor. I sipped on my wine, I hugged myself and felt the goose bumps all over my body.

"Whoa, Bree. Why are you here all by yourself?" I heard the person said behind me and I don't have to guess who. My reply should be sarcastic, but it wasn't. I guess I had enough and so fed up that I needed someone to talk to.

#

"It's quiet here" she whispered while she hugged herself, her voice's small like a lost little girl. It's odd to see her like this though, with me getting used to her feisty attitude. I knitted my eyebrows in amusement that she didn't reply with her sarcasm but with her fragile, depressed and lost voice. I cleared my throat and shift my foot.

"Is it about Josh the booger? I warned you to be careful" I replied with my usual comeback tone but deep inside, I'm fucking nervous as hell and I don't know why. Maybe it's because of her, giving me the other attitude of Brittany Andrews; weak.

She scoffed and shook her head "why am I not surprised? All of you men were fucking the same, all you know is to crash and stamp every women's heart. I mean, how can you even do the same fucking sin over and over again to your lover? You lie in front of your lover's faces like it was the easiest thing you'll ever do. Like, fuck you dickwad" she spat. Her body's shaking with anger, her words held a strong venom and witch spell that could make you trembling in fear.

What is she going on about?

I just took a deep breath, my hands in my pocket, the cold wind blew.

"Routine" I shrugged.

"You just can't simply shrug and say it was a routinary work. You don't have a heart, some of men does, but my father doesn't" her voice cracked and all I could think was; shit.

"I uh. . .I'm sorry to here that" I said then scratched the back of my neck awkwardly. I've never felt this kind of uncomfortable. She turned to me, my eyebrows shot up lightly as I saw unshed tears on her lovely face.

Wait, what?

"No, you're not" the humor is evident in her voice while she held a smirk, but I know it was fake. I'm too taken aback to give that damn smirk back. "Don't give me that look" she whispered as she broke the eye contact.

"What?" I hissed.

"Don't look at me in pity, like you're looking at some lost little girl" her voice quivered, like she's holding a sob.

"I'm sorry" I said genuinely.

"Stop" she whispered.

"No, I'm sorry. Really, for everything."

"No, stop, please" then the ironic thing happened. She sobbed. I walked towards her, then hugged her tight.

"Shh, it's ok" I soothed her back.

"No it's not" she whispered shouted in disbelief as she tried to stop her tears. When she calmed down, I was ready to let her go but to my surprise, she tightened her grip to my tux then whispered;

"Just hold me tight."

And I did.