C'est la vie!

Chapter 8🥀

We arrived at the resort, and the receptionist had recognized me immediately. I gave her the impression that Max was aware I was here, hoping she would have no reason to inform him.

We took two rooms for our sojourn. One for FG, and the other for the four of us.

Making headway towards the resort area, I felt nostalgic as this scene reminded me of the countless times I came here with Dad. I know this vacation was for me to move on, but this place was the closest I could be with my father. He was always here.

His foot had been in every space of ground here; his presence by every area. I wanted to revisit the places we used to enjoy together.

Like the café that-

I stopped in my tracks when after my eyes averted to the demolished building. Why was the café gone?!

And the only thing I could think of was "Max!"

I kept my calm, got to our rooms. We took turns to take a shower before retiring to sleep even, though it was only seven pm. We were tired. Even I was too exhausted to over think. Maybe tomorrow I'll be fine.

But I was wrong. I woke up early the next day, having the urge to make things worse by seeing if there were more changed Max had made without even letting me on it. And I was right.

By the time I got back to the room, the girls were awake.

"Did anyone realize that we have a box of hair bleach in the bathroom cabinet?" Petra stepped into the bedroom with the L'Oréal peroxide in hand.

All items should've been confiscated. But Max was the only one allowed to make decisions right?

Sure, had the right to make refurbishments too but, could he have made allowances for the fact that we shared the same parents?!

It bothered me how he was moving on quickly and expected me to just drag along.

"You need to move on," his voice rang in my head as I rose to get the hair bleach. He wanted my ability to move on reflect on how well I accepted changes right?

I perceived the unscrupulous disposition in me come to light. How fast was Max going to accept change when he comes to pick me up from Petra's place, only to find me in a different hair color?

"Raine?" my friends questioned my decision. "This is a bad idea."

And everything he was doing wasn't bad enough?

"Maybe this revenge would make you feel better," Petra sidled with me. We don't want you to spend this trip on something you were already running away from." She opened the bleach box. "Doctor Lois, do you have the surgical scissors?"

"Aye. Aye. Captain."

I grabbed a towel, spread it on the bed before sitting on it.

Petra whipped my neck in her direction. She was kneeling behind me. "Understand that it is a fifty- fifty operation; you might come out alive or...NOT!" Lois faked a gasp and we cackled.

The chances that Max was going to end me after he sees this were high anyways.

"I'm just the teacher that helped you cheat your way through medical school." Sesinam tacked on, simultaneously connecting her YouTube to the large television screen.

"I feel like we're in Greys Anatomy," I instigated as they began my hair. I felt anxious. I wished there was a mirror in the bedroom too so I could see what they were doing. I made a mental note, for if Max ever asked of my opinion.

"Except there are no hot guys here. Just three ugly girls in pajamas and one very attractive and sexy, and beautiful, cinderella-ish-"

I hurled a pillow at Sesinam to shut her up, but she proceeded, however, "-burning-and-addictive-as-liquor, and beddable girl." She completed, adding a side note, "don't flatter yourselves, I was talking about me."