"Something like that... But we just want..."
I freaking knew! And these are the fools I call my friends? I think I should remain a single friend. Ooh, sorry, at least I have Grace.
"You already said why you are here, Sherry." I cut her off. I was right when I ran without telling them. They are just, argh!
"Your father just wants us to talk to you, Ellie. Just listen to us. Let's meet, please!"
Who is she trying to delude, huh? Me, who knows them like the back of my hand?
Give me a break!
"You two are just impossible!" I fire. "I can't believe you came all the way on my 's command."
"No, Ellie. Forget what your father wants, Ellie; we just need to talk to you as our friend. To know how you are coping?"
Yeah, right! As if I am an idiot! Shit! I don’t even think I would allow them to see me way, even if the situation were different.
"I am okay, and that is all you need to know. As for my father, I need you to turn your back and tell him to leave me alone. He already did enough harm."
"But..."
"If he is not yet through with me, tell him that I dare him to come look for me . I am more than ready to face him! Goodbye, and bother not calling me !" I speak my mind ferociously, and before she utters another hogwash, I drop call.
They have some nerve! Screw them!
I was about to smash this fucking phone on the table, but upon whirling around, I the four pairs of eyes. I thought Grace left? But forget her for now. What is ugly jerk doing here?
"I am sorry, Ellie! He insisted."
Insisted, huh? Like he affirmed on me leaving his office yesterday. He has the to show his face to me after all that hostility and chagrin? He got real hard !
"It is okay, Grace. You can leave,” I mumble, my eyes not leaving this jerk.
She leaves after shooting me a contesting glance, leaving me alone with him—this of... All the memories of yesterday are in my head, fresh! And all I want is to kill right now, but a small spot in my heart goes against this will.
"Ellie. I..."
"You came to vent all the remaining affronts and outrage?” I cut him off, raw and . “Wow! I really must have angered you, huh?" He starts towards me. "I 't remember welcoming you in, did I?" He stops in his tracks.
Didn't he kick me out of his office like a useless bitch? What was it that he called me ? A bitch, a whore—the latter hurts like a double-edged sword against the flesh. A whore, seriously? He has no business being here.
"Can we please talk? Please?" He pleads, shoving his hands in his pockets.
Talk? I had to laugh at that.
"If we have anything to talk about, Mr. Almeda, it will only be about you explaining uncalled-for fury and insults. That is the least you can do, and I think I deserve explanation. But on second thought, after how cold and hostile you treated me , I don't think I want to talk to you. Fuck you and your explanations," I scoff.
He shuts his eyes for a fleeting moment. "That's why I came to talk. I..."
"I don't want to talk,” I harshly cut him off. “In fact, I can't even stand your face alone.
You are so disgusting that I so badly want to puke my lungs out just by the mere of your face."
He drops his head down for a moment as if he is remorseful for anything. He looked straight-faced yesterday, calling me a whore and treating me just like one. What overnight?
"Let's forget all that, please."
Wow! I like the sound of that! I should run into his arms and seek an embrace. I hug him tight and let him senselessly kiss all this pain away, right?
Screw this bloody jerk! I mean, forget all that?
What an egotistical jerk! Forget? After all that humiliation he made me go through, we just forget? Just freaking forget, as if it were just a mild headache that comes goes? There is no freaking explanation? Not even a worthless, stupid, sorry?
Really?
Wow! This sure must be the newest modern way of resolving feuds, which I won't buy!
"Get your ass out of my office, Damian!" I mumble with so much bravery, earning a look from him. What? He thought I would run into his arms and accept him just because he came all the way here just to utter some absurdity. He must be a joker!
"Come on! Let's..." He starts, but I can't turn him off, and I can see anger boiling in throat again. Well, this is my office. If it's too hot for his ass, he should get out like before he gets burned.
"When you learn how to swallow your ego and apologize, maybe then, just maybe, will have something to talk about, Damian. Until then, you disgust me. Just !" I insist, sounding as serious and angry as I can ever get.
He bounces his head in a bustle, and like the conceited son of a bitch that he is, he his gorgeous back on me and clicks his Chelsea boots on the floor. The next that follows is the raucous bang of the door as he slams it furiously, and I count savage steps until their sounds vanish completely.
Talk of superiority complex, domination, and ego blended with arrogance! That is . He can't say sorry. He can’t explain himself. He would prefer ending things just that instead of explaining and apologizing for his own mistake. Great, just great!