Her Only Chance?

Chapter Four:

Me: The room number is 206. I had to leave. 

I texted George as I walked to my car. He replied immediately.

George: You had to leave or You couldn’t handle being in the same room as our new HOTTIE? 

Of course he had to be an idiot. As freaking usual.

Me: I can handle being in the same room as him. I just can’t stand being in the same room as him. Brett knows you’re coming.

I could handle being in the same place as him. I wasn’t intimidated by him neither was I affected by his nearness. It was just his intense stare that got to me. I could feel its intensity on me as I was in the room.

George: Is the HOTTIE still there?

Me: Yeah he is. And I’m going home. Bye now George.

I locked my phone to avoid any unnecessary accident and got into my car. Driving to the Pizza place a short distance from our apartment, I ordered a large Fiery Pepperoni Pizza, Bread Sticks and a bucket of chicken nuggets.

Yeah I loved food, sue me. I don’t think anything could change my love for food. But my friends and family always loved to tease me about how much I ate and how I was still so slim. I wasn’t unhealthy looking just slim enough to look gorgeous. I worked out and jogged occasionally to keep in shape.

And no matter how much I ate I was always still so hungry. I’m a good five foot eight, weighing sixty kg. I don’t think I had ever gone past sixty kg and on my part I thought that was awful but my doctor said it was normal. She said something about my body not wanting to store so much fat but stored food to keep me healthy.

I’d never forget that one time I took a few weeks off work to take a drug that enhanced appetite.

Even at that I still didn’t add much weight!

Like what’s wrong with you, body?

My mom said my case was a difficult one. I arrived home a few minutes later, took a quick shower and changed into one of George’s shirt that I stole from him a long time ago and was never giving back. He still wanted it back though.

It was huge and stopped a little above my knees. It’s so comfy to sleep in and wasn’t exposing. Then grabbed my huge blanket and food and plopped my tired body on the leather couch, ready to see movies till I fell asleep. I took the remote and settled on starting with Avengers: Age of Ultron. I could die for any marvel movie.

A little into the movie, my phone lit up with a call and I moved over to check who was disturbing my ‘me time’ and froze immediately seeing who it was.

It was my mom.

I debated on picking or just ignoring the call. I finally decided to let it go to voicemail to hear what she had to say. I heard her voice and it reminded me of the way things used to be before their constant fights, making me tear up.

Hey sweetie, it’s your mom. How have you been? I have been trying to get a hold of you in forever but haven’t been able to. I know you are still be angry at me and your dad but we are deeply sorry. I heard you’re staying in Leeds, my hometown. Please can you call me when you get this? I miss you so much and I would really love to catch up sometime. I love you Priscilla, so so much. Call me when you get this. Oh and I heard about the restaurant you’re looking to buy.

With that she hung up.

Hearing her voice brought back a lot of memories but whenever I thought of my parents all I seemed to remember was their raised voices at each other, every single time they were in the house. I miss my parents so much, especially my mom. I was much closer to her than I was with my dad. She had always known and still knew everything about me. I just couldn’t bring myself to call her.