Stranger

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Very long update again.

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-ROSIE-

It has been two days, and Bella's still not texting me, or anything at all. To say that I am beyond worried is an understatement. I am confused, and I need answers as to why she's acting this way.

But I can't just straight up confront her and demand for the reason why she's shutting me out. I have no right.

And I feel defeated.

If she no longer wants my company, then she should have just said it, instead of making me wait, of shutting me out, of leaving me hanging without a proper excuse.

I hate how my heart hurts every time I text her, and get no replies. That every time I call her, her line disconnects.

It's like she's hiding from me, for whatever unknown reasons.

But I think I deserved an explanation too right? I may have no right to confront her, but I think I have the right to ask.

With full determination, I composed myself and took a shower, brushed my teeth and put on a comfy yellow long sleeved shirt, ripped denim jeans, and white sneakers. I never bothered to look presentable enough for her and styled my long, blonde hair in a high messy bun instead. Putting on lip gloss and grabbing my phone, wallet and car keys, I started walking towards my garage.

This is it.

While I was driving, I tried to call her for the last time before I come barging in on her hotel room door. It rang for a couple of minutes, and after countless rings more, she finally picked up.

"Hello? Bella?" I croaked out but there was dead silence.

"Are you there, Bella? Are you okay?" I asked again but to no response.

"It's been two days and I feel really bad for just leaving you like that the other day, considering you know, you've had a bad hangover. Is your head okay? Are you perhaps sick?" I bombarded her with tons of questions because I can't help it, I'm just so worried and I feel guilty for not taking care of her more.

A long silence is all that I've heard, followed by a deep sigh. "What is it to you?" She finally spoke in a cold voice. A voice that I almost didn't know.

I blinked. Once, twice, thrice.

I have been worried sick of her for days and this is the first thing she tells me? What is it to me?

"What?" I tried to asked her again, at the thought that maybe I must have misheard her.

"Listen, Rosie... I'm not really in the mood to go somewhere, I still have a headache. Please stop calling me so often." Her voice was dangerously low and cold, like that of a sharp ice that can pierce right through me anytime.

My foot stomp the break with force and my car stopped abruptly, earning me a few loud honks from the angry motorists at the back.

Now she's just bullshiting me, it's obvious. Who the hell gets a headache for two days straight?

"Am I annoying you, Bella?" I whispered in disbelief.

"I didn't say that."

"Well, am I irritating you then?"

"Don't put words into my mouth, Rosie.."

"Then why?!" I almost shouted, tightly clutching the steering wheel with my shaky hand.

"I'm going to meet you, today. Please talk to me, we really need to talk."

"Rosie..."

I dropped the call before she can say something more, I don't wanna hear anything she says on the phone. Whatever it is that she wanna say, I wanna hear it in person.