Chapter 57: Chapter 57

“…I will deprive you of all that you and as family deprived me of them for all these years!” she grins maliciously.

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In a blink of an eye, Natasha is all dressed up and set for the day as she rushes out of the house, practically jumping into her car and driving straight to Sheila’s apartment.

When she arrives, the door is locked and all the window blinds are down, blocking sun rays to penetrate the house and no way for anyone to see-through. ‘OMG, very bad sign. What if she committed suicide after watching news’ all kinds of horrible thought make her hit the door recklessly like a mad person.

When Natasha arrives at Sheila’s doorstep, she notices a newspaper laying on the ground just by the door. She immediately picks it up and flings it away. It lands and buries itself on a neighbouring’s lawn.

“Ouf!” she puffs then cleans her hands before the knock on the door.

I cried all night and I get up this morning with a severe head and I regret crying that much last night. Damn! Even my eyes hurt. I take a quick look at myself in the mirror and my eyes are swollen as fuck. I whimper as I moved to the living room. I can't even stand the slightest noise or ray of light.

I look around and all my window blinds are down and the house is dark with no light on. It's better like this because it best describes my grief. Just in a blink of an eye, I have lost everything “But what were you think Sheila?” I curse myself deep down.

“If you ever believe that he was going to stay back here for you then you deserve this heartbreak,” I tell myself “But fuck! This shit hurts” tears cram my eyes.

Nonetheless, I swelled them back and at the same time, I take a resolution not to cry over a man again. No matter how cute he is. “He’s gone and I'm free. I don't have to waste my time lamenting in the room while he's out there having fun” I console myself because I just want to rest this morning.

As I motivate myself I hear knocks on the door. I first hesitate but I later open the door. Perhaps it can be Freddy who’s back…

“I'm so, so, sorry baby,” Natasha rushes in as soon as I open the door, excusing herself for God knows what. I glare at her with slight confusion. Anyway, I won't mind her, she's a drama queen and she probably doesn't know what I'm going through right now. Or perhaps she heard that I was fired.

I move back to the couch and I seat without caring much about her silly excuse. She follows me and when I want to on the television she stops me immediately saying “Looking at the state of your eyes I presume you have already watched the news” she seats next to me looking very sorry for me.

“Nat, don't give that sorry look, it's not your fault. You don't have to bother, I will be fine” I clutch her hand. “I can't. I mean just take a look at yourself, your eyes are swollen, damn. I wish I was here on time to stop you from watching the news?” she fastens my other hand with a very sorry look.

“News! What news are you talking about?” I pout. “Yes, TV NEWS?” she replies but it keeps glaring at her with confusion. “Oh, you haven't watched the news so why are you crying? I hope you have no problem?”

“No, I'm fine. Why do you look so worried? You don't know what I'm crying over” I wonder aloud. I'm confused. “Hmm... I'm here to check on you. So tell me what made you?” she insists. I take a deep breath and say “I lost my job!” tears instantly fills, my eyes.

“Fired? Where at the office? Wait, wait, you mean Freddy fired you?” she scowls. “No, no, his assistant did not him. I don't think he's aware but I was fired by the new CEO, and guess who it was?” I wipe my tears but they keep rushing down, effortlessly.

“OLIVIA!” she frowns. “Yes, she happily gave me the insults of my life. Omg, I was so ashamed of myself. I don't think I've ever felt so low in my life” words honestly escape my mind

“Hey, you are a wonderful person” she cuddles my hair. “You say that because you are my friend” I wearily roll my eyes. “Trust me, you are. I'm sure that dude planned everything before leaving the country. He’s such a coward” she frowns. “How do you know that he left the country” my eyes widen in shock.

“I just know and I also know that he is a bastard” she slurs and I just feel bad about her strict judgement. “Nat, he's not a monster” words honestly escape my mind. “Don't be naive that dude is a playboy. He seduces you, makes you live a temporal Cinderella story, and uses you then when you start catching feelings he runs away or returns to his normal life to marry a girl of his social rank” she exclaims and I frown.

“I don't think Freddy can do such a thing!” that is what I want to say but I rather keep this to myself and listen to Natasha for once.

“Have you tried reaching him on phone ?” she asks. “No! I don't think it's necessary. He left so he’s the one to call if he has something to say. I don't want to force myself on him” I blab. “Okay, wise decision” she nods her head thoughtfully as if she has something to say.

“Is there something you want us to talk about?” I ask. “Yes! But I don't know where to start from” she instantly exclaims. “Really? Just start from anywhere. You make me worried” a freezing chill moves down my spine.

“I'm sorry Sheila, I have to tell you or you will discover it by yourself sooner or later, I mean it is all over the news” she glares at me pathetically and I'm seriously worried. “Go straight to the point” my heart is already beating faster. “I'm sorry!” she says again and it's so annoying.

She pulls out her phone and hands it over to me since the words seem to be so heavy. Just when I'm about to press play, she holds me back “It's bad news so prepare yourself. Are sure you want to watch this?” she asks.

“I'm not sure I want to watch it, because I don't even know what it's about but I guess I have to watch it” I sulk in pain. I don't know what it's about but I'm so nervous already. “If you don't want me to watch through your phone I can always use my!” I move to where I had flung my phone yesterday and I pick it up.

It was still on, although the screen is broken and some parts ain't working. I see so many missed calls from Freddy. I move back to Nat, as I open my messages and I read aloud all that he wrote to me,

“… Don't believe all that you hear. We have to discuss” I read it aloud and laugh. I text him back “Go to hell!” but the send button isn't functioning any more…. I keep trying and hitting the phone recklessly until Nat seizes it away.

“I think he's right you don't have to believe everything you hear or see until you discuss it with him,” she says. “Don't tell me you are living his bullshit?” I frown. “No, I'm not but I'm just saying,” she says.

“Whatever, I don't believe him anymore. What is that you wanted to tell me about?” I ask staring at her keenly hoping she will change my mind with something else. ‘I'm tired of talking, thinking… about, — Freddy’.

I'm done!

“Okay!” she nods her head and hands me the phone “Watch that,” she says. I seize the phone “Of course, I will so far it has nothing to do with Freddy, I'm sick and tired of him!”