Badboy's Venom

chapter 39

ZOE'S POV

A loud knock comes from the door as she tries to open it only to find out that it's locked. "Zoe I know you're awake, let's go to church." Mom yells from the doorway and I bury my head under the pillow. The knock gets louder and louder until she gets my attention. "I'm not going." I manage to reply with tears covering my eyes. "Honey if you won't tell me what's bothering you I won't be able to help you." Mom implies in a low voice. "I'm fine mom!" I snap at her. She takes a while to talk again. "If you need anything just text me and please don't do anything stupid. I'm out." She informs me and I hear the sound of heels drifting away from the doorway.

I try to wake up and get seated on the bed, leaning my head against the headboard then grab my phone from the bedside shelf. I switch it on and immediately get enough notifications popping up on my screen 'Londiwe tagged you in a post' 'Nicole shared a video of you.'

'She's a good girl she doesn't deserve all of this.'

'If she's a good girl what was she doing at a party to begin with?'

'If I were Zoe I would never forgive Samantha. For sure their friendship is over.'

'Samantha is a bitch. How can she do such to her best friend, even worse on her birthday?'

'Don't blame Samantha only, blame his boyfriend too. We all know he's a womanizer.'

'Looks like baby girl worried about the wrong person too much yet the snake was in front of her.'

'Maybe her and Ryan should fuck since they're both victims and leave the baddest to tough girls.'

The last two comments are from Natasha and I bet she's enjoying every minute of my misery. I scroll through my timeline until I found a video of me with two thousand shares. I watch it and cover my mouth in disbelief as it shows from the very beginning on the stairs to downstairs amongst the crowd. I don't bother to watch the full clip. I throw the phone alongside on the bed and bring my knees to my face with my arms wrapped around my legs. I bury my face in between my knees and cry so hard while sobbing.

After a few minutes I wipe off the sea of tears on my face using my hands. Well at least most people seem to take my side and blame Samantha the most.

That doesn't make you feel any much better and it surely won't remove the video of you and all those comments! My subconscious reminds me of what I already know, making the situation worse.

I stand up, making a lazy moving gesture towards the mirror and instantly pull the chair in front of the mirror then get seated. I stare at the miserable image of myself with bugs under my eyes which indicate I've been crying a lot, unlikable face and messy hair. I look horrible! My heart is in too much pain as if there's a person stabbing it while it still beats "Ahhh!" I scream, placing my hands on my face and spend the whole day on my bed crying myself to sleep since I have no one to turn to, only myself.

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Two days have passed by without me putting any food on my stomach besides drinking water only. Right now anxiety is on my throat choking me, making sure I feel lonely and betrayed but I refuse for its success. I will definitely defeat it which is why I decided to deactivate all my social media platforms and change my cell phone number so that no one will get hold of me. Mom tried to spill the truth out of my mouth but I lied to her, there's no way I was going to tell her that instead I told her I've been crying because Samantha and I had a physical fight at the party.

"My baby all this will be over soon, friends fight all the time." Mom remarks patting my shoulder "I hope so." I reply emotionless. "Just take all the time you need at your Aunt's okay but make sure you call me." Mom warns playfully, furrowing her eyebrows at me. "How can I cope without you, I'll definitely call you mom." I state. "Everyday" she commands "Yes everyday" I nod. She embraces me into a long warming hug and I acknowledge it too. "You'll make me cry." I emotionally say and break the hug. "I'm sorry" she wipes off the few tears from her eyes.

My bags are packed and I'm over excited to be visiting Aunt Julia in the North West province, Rustenburg. It's been long since I last saw her last year Jun. All my holidays will be spent there and my mom promised to join us by Christmas day. I hope I will find relaxation and some peace of mind then be able to move on.

Aunt Julia makes a loud horn sound with her Range Rover SUV; she's the rich aunt with golden heart. I jump up and down extremely excited to be visiting her and my two cousins, Glen who is his first born - twenty one years of age and Camilla who is eighteen years of age; only a year older than me. I run outside to hug her "Oh Auntie's munchies look how grown up you are." She brushes my cheeks then brings me closer to her chest and hugs me. "And you are getting richer each year." I tease her, much of a compliment and she offers me a wide grin.

"Elizabeth it's good to see you." She breaks our hug and moves to greet mom. "Good to see you too Julia." Mom acknowledges too. "Although I don't know why you don't just pack your bags and join us." Auntie states with a frown plastered on her face. "Julia I can't just leave my house for that long, I'll come by the Christmas week and stay up until New Year's day is over." Mom informs aunt.

"Well your loose." Auntie shrugs her shoulders while I pack my bags in the boot. "Have a safe trip." Mom waves her hand and we wave back at her then immediately get on the road. Although mom and dad separated, I'm just glad her and dad's sister manage to keep a healthy relationship.