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I stepped into our house. “It has been so long,” I whispered to myself. The different scene that greeted me only enhanced my feeling of alienation. Was it me or the redecoration of the house that is making me feel so strange? -“
The color isn’t how I imagined.” My mother assessed. -“
It looks fine.” My father retorted. He was not going to repaint again for he
has wasted enough time already. -“
It smells awful!” Sabrina interjected. -“
Open the windows! God! Till when am I going to teach you such simple things?”
my mother spat at her youngest daughter. The trip by car was not a joy ride to
any of us. As
I opened the windows, I got to the spare bedroom. That window was a shocking
realization to me; it was directly across Justin’s. I don’t know how long I
stood but I give it about five minutes because my dear sister dashed in accusing
me of putting all the work on her. -“
And what is so special here? Why aren’t you helping?” she fired. -“
Do you think my mom would let me take this room?” I interrupted her. -“
You want to leave your room? Why?” she was stunned. Then she turned
thoughtfully to look around the room. She moved about till she reached the
opened window and finally had a smile on her face as if she suddenly had all the
answers for every question in the world. Her eyes were twinkling as she turned
back to face me. I felt my heart flipped and my face grow hotter. “You’re
going to sneak out!” she exploded. -“
What!” this idea never crossed my mind but yeah… if I moved here, I can! And
very easily, too! “Don’t be ridiculous.” I managed to say. -“
Don’t give me that! So, where will you go?” she ignored my protest. -“
I told you not to be ridiculous. Besides! Where would I go that mom and dad wont
beg me to go to?” I replied sarcastically. She was silent for a moment. -“
You’re doing drugs, aren’t you?” She whispered. -“
What!” what the heck? -“
It’s true isn’t it? Suzie, how could you!” she looked at me in dismay.
When I was stunned, she continued. “They must’ve put in your food. Else, You
wouldn’t be doing it. I know you! You’re better than this.” She was almost
in tears. An image of my old little sister flashed in my mind. I would do
anything to keep her looking at me the same way. What the heck am I thinking!
I’m not doing drugs! And if she thinks I’m that stupid, she’d better
change her mind! -“
They?” I questioned. “ You mean the nerds I hang out with?” I suggested
mockingly. “ Or the cat pictures I collect? Perhaps Sid? You know how he loves
a good laugh.” She looked at me not quite understanding what I was saying. I
sighed. “What on earth made you think that of me?” she blinked as the
question finally registered in her. -“
Well you’re so pale …and you always get that sad look on your face when you
think no one is looking… you lost weight.” She looked thoughtfully at me. -“
That should please every one don’t you think?” I tried to lighten up. -“
Drugs aren’t,” she protested but I cut her off. -“
Ok, what else made you think I’m on drugs… out with it. I know you save your
best to the last.” I sat down on the bed. -“
When we went to grand pa’s place…” she began then stopped. -“
Yes?” I encouraged her. -“
Well, you were… restless… like you’re waiting for something you can’t
get… and you were edgy and easily upset… you got angry at silly things…
and you didn’t care about other things like you used to.” My youngest
sibling finished her brilliant observations with the same sadness she began
with. All of which made me sigh in disappointment. -“
I’m grateful for you thinking that I’m better than this… but I want you to
continue your solution with the same thought on your mind… drugs, eh? Well,
lets see. Did you notice that I’m not model material? Of course you did. So
did every one. Now did I do anything about it? No I didn’t… did I know its
unhealthy? Yes, I did. That doesn’t look good on my regard to health matter,
does it? So, yes, my eating habit isn’t what most doctors would consider as
top diet but let us not forget other things. Drinking is for one thing not
included in my beverages nor smoking in my perfume list. Apparently, I’m not
drug addict material.” -“
But…” -“
Let me finish. So, my condition CANNOT be caused of drugs ‘cause most
importantly, I don’t know how to get them even if I wanted to and nowhere to
hide them in. hmmm, I’m becoming one hell of a case to ponder! So, Sabrina,
did it ever occur to you that I’m NOT doing drugs? Maybe, just maybe… this
has nothing to do with drugs.” I looked at her expecting her to agree with me
but… -“
So what is it? Coke? Dope? Pot? I’m sorry but I don’t know other stuff.”
She answered undaunted
by my grand speech. -“
Ok, you got me.” I surrendered. -“
You are!!!” she was shocked. -“
Uh huh, I’m addicted.” I looked away hiding my smile. -“
Really?” she still looked stunned and I knew that she was really hoping for me
to deny it and tell her that everything is ok. But her underestimating me has
put me up to look for a suitable punishment. -“
Yeah. But I hope you don’t tell our parents. They wont understand it like you
do.” I acted along. -“
But Suzie! Drugs kill you! What level did you reach? Hopefully, you’re not
past recovery!” she stated contemptuously. “So, what is it?” -“
I’m not telling you… since you got all that figured out, you’ll come up
with what I’m using. You can ask me if what you think is true or not. But I
will not tell you the name first.” Her eyes brightened. This was almost like a
game we used to play when we were younger. She will try to guess it. -“
What if you lied?” she looked suspicious. -“
I never lie or cheat in games.” I stated. I only tell half the truth. -“
This is not a game, but have it your way.” She headed out of the room with
such determination on her face when she bumped into the fuming figure of our
mother. -“
What are you girls doing? Why can’t you be like all girls and help your
mother?” she looked at us crossly. -“
We were taking a rest and we chatted a little.” I smiled. “I think we forgot
about the time. This room is so relaxing… and pretty. Do you mind if I moved
here?” I asked her innocently. -“
No mom!” Sabrina objected but my mother silenced her. -“
Stop fighting! And Suzie, why would you leave your room for this one? It’s
half the size and have you forgotten all the battles you fought to get it? Why
the sudden change of mind?” she looked at me skeptically. -“
My room is too big for me and I don’t need all that space anymore.” I said
trying my best grown-up act but Sabrina was eyeing me hatefully. -“
We’ll talk about that later but if your highnesses would move along and do
some of your royal chores, you might get a chance to discuss it with me. With
that final dose of wisdom, she left us. Sabrina left right after her. Go my darling sister… but you’ll never guess my addiction… an addiction I was tricked in to just as you suggested… weird how ironic everything seems to me… I denied the existence of the only thing I am obsessed with… but it was the only way to prove to my self that it does exist. Love…
I’m
in love… How odd and familiar that sounds…Like
a phrase out of some long lost dream.
I
rubbed my hands together to warm them. It wasn’t the cold weather that caused
the freezing sensation I felt; it was my fear and anticipation that sent my
blood to flee my hands. I looked at the Elroy’s house and felt butterflies in
my stomach. How
can I face him? I have always wanted someone like Justin to love me and when he
did, what did I do? I stood him up! He will never forgive me. The past month I
tried hard not to think of this moment but it was useless. Not thinking of
something didn’t mean it wouldn’t happen. At least I’m prepared for the
consequences. -“
Stop it. The weather isn’t that cold, Suzie.” My mother stated. -“
I can’t help it, mom.” But I stopped. -“
I’m glad you came with me to visit the Elroy’s. You’ll like them.” She
compromised. -“
Yeah.” And looked at our house eager to return there before it’s too late.
If I never met Justin again I may imagine that he would have accepted me again
but if I met him, I cannot dream that anymore. -“
Come on, it wont take long.” I could see plead in her eyes. So, I nodded. A
girl not older than me answered the door and from the smile on my mother’s
face I gathered that she was Lizzie. She smiled politely and guided us to the
parlor where her mother was sitting. She was a typical mother type you see
everywhere: Soft features, bright eyes and a welcoming smile. I could see some
similarities between her and her son. -“
Ah Nadine! Welcome back!” she greeted my mother. -“
Thank you, Teresa!” my mother answered. “I brought my daughter with me, I
hope you don’t mind.” what! … So, I wasn’t invited, as I was lead to
believe by my mother. Oh how typical of her! -“
Oh not at all!” she answered very hospitably. “ So, which one is she?” she
looked at me with interest. “ No, don’t tell me. She is Suzie. Right?” -“
Pleased to meet you Mrs. Elroy.” I nodded smiling and wondering how she’d
guessed but then again I don’t look like my sisters. -“
Oh my son told me so much about you!” she said enthusiastically. -“ He did?” I was shocked. -“
Yes, my Pedro likes you very much.” She declared. -“
Pedro?” my mother questioned. “ Is he the one at college?” -“
Oh, no.” the woman laughed and I saw her daughter smirk all of which made me
blush. How humiliating! “ Pedro is my youngest son.” -“
Oh.” My mother had a look that acknowledged my natural status. “He has the
cat?” remembering what I told her earlier. -“
Yes. And let me tell you we were going to get rid of it. You see, Pedro didn’t
think the cat liked him. But as I heard your lovely daughter here managed to
establish some kind of bond between the two.” She smiled tenderly at me. “My
little boy is eternally grateful to you. You should see them now. The cat
doesn’t leave him. All of which is not at all helping the state of my
furniture. It’s all covered with cat hair.” My mother looked embarrassed.
Once again her daughter did the wrong thing. -“
MAMITA!” a yell came and was followed by series of stampeding steps.
Then, the small figure of Pedro emerged with Snowball right behind him. “Mamita! Look at
the cathouse we made! Quickly!” he stopped talking as he realized that his
mother had company. “ Oh, sorry mamita. I … oh
Suzie! You’re here!” he spotted me. “You must see this! Abby and Justin
helped me do this cathouse! It’s smaller than a doghouse… why are you
waiting! Come on!” he charged back to where he came from and the little feline
followed. I looked at my mother who was exchanging looks with his mother and
they both nodded their agreement. -“
Lizzie dear, would you mind showing Suzie the way?” Mrs. Elroy asked her
daughter who nodded and smiled at me as she guided me through their house.
However, instead of going out as I thought, we went deeper into the house. -“
Pedro is very stubborn.” She started. “He wouldn’t allow the cat to sleep
out-side like mama told him. So, he started building this cathouse. At first
mama and me thought that he finally agreed but he had no such thing in mind. He
just wants his cat to have a house in his house. Can you believe it! And Abby
and Justin go with his every whim!” she looked frustrated. -“
Where is it now?” I had to wonder since we were going down stairs. -“
Here,” She opened the door to the basement, which to the record was neat, more
like a bedroom than a basement. “ In Justin’s room.” She continued but
when she saw my reaction she laughed. “Oh, don’t worry he isn’t here!” -“
I’ll just see it and be on my way then.” I smiled nervously. She nodded. I
watched her walk away then stepped inside his sacred place. The place didn’t
change much since the last time I’ve been there. Yet, so much has taken place. -“
Suzie! Why are you standing there? It’s over here.” He said as he knelt to
look inside the little cathouse. Kneeling beside him, I saw the cat comfortably
lounging there. It meowed its pleasure then stretched its limps and scratched
the floor of the small house. The feline after that pussyfooted to rub its fur
pelt with the leg of its owner and demanded attention. Pedro immediately
responded with rubbing the back of his furry friend. -“
It’s very beautiful.” I finally assisted the small building. “You’ lucky
to have some one to help you with this.” -“
Yeah.” He smiled proudly. -“
Does Justin agree to let Snowball live in his room?” I wondered. -“
He doesn’t mind but he says that I have to feed it and wash it and any other
stuff.” He talked as he caressed his pet. “He really is grouchy now. I
don’t know why. Did you two fight? I was hoping you’d return so you could...
you know… make up… or something.” His little face was blushing and he
avoided my gaze as he talked. Don’t ask me how I found the time to notice
since I too was blushing furiously. -“
I should go now.” I mumbled eager to escape the room. -“
But you will go back together wont you!” he sounded desperate which really
surprised me. -“
Pedro, what on earth makes you think that Justin would for-- … I mean, be
angry with me? You make us sound like girlfriend and boyfriend! We’re just
friends… you know like him and Al.” I tried my best to act the role. -“
But…” he was finding it troublesome to talk. “ He doesn’t get angry when
Al goes for a holiday.” He stopped, as the door was unlocked. Two
pairs of eyes watch the inevitable with dread. Both knew the identity of the
newcomer who had been for the last five minutes an invisible third party in
their discussion. One of them had her blood immigrate her hands to rush aiming
for her stomach causing her intolerable nausea. Her hand that luckily carried
nothing trembled. The other tugged on the fur of his feline friend unconsciously
setting the poor cat on loud howling level of noise. I
shall never forget how he looked that moment. With the door slung aside, his
silhouette like a dark shadow against the bright light of the afternoon sun.
Silence ruled the atmosphere. You could hear the women laugh upstairs like a
faraway radio. The door swung with squeaking sound fit for the best horror
movie. A car passed the street with hip-hop music that quickly faded as the car
screeched in a sharp turn. Everything outside the wall of this room continued
normally all of which intensified the sensation of having time frozen within it. I
had a rather intolerable pain in my chest as if I wore a blouse two-sizes
smaller than mine. Only then did I realize that I had been holding my breath.
Slowly I let go of it. With a shaken mind I continued looking at him; his
feature cleverly hidden under the dark shadows reviled none of his reaction.
Slowly, he turned and walked away. I don’t know how I found my way out of his house or what I said but I must have looked pretty stupid. Oh don’t let me start thinking of what mom will say. I sighed as I walked down the street. I had not expected that. I’ve expected him to shout. I have expected him to ignore me. I have expected lots of things but never what he did. I wonder what have he thought those long seconds at the door. Did he say: oh, shoot! The bitch is back? Or was it more like: I can’t do a scene in front of everyone ‘n’ better do it later. Perhaps he thought I should figure out my own that he no longer wants me. His silence was hurting me more than a thousand words. Darn! My goose is cooked for sure! Things can get any worse than this! All of a sudden I felt very hungry, hungry for something to chew on while it’s still hot, something cold to lick the melting parts and something fuzzy to suck. I wanted all of them in one bite. It had been so long since I felt so hungry. I checked the money I carried and calculated that I had enough. Finally, I had a destination and with full determination I began walking.
I
licked the melting sweetness of my favorite ice cream. A thrill went through me
as a big chunk of it melted in my mouth. Yet, unlike other times, it didn’t
cheer me up; it just made the void in my life grow colder. It wasn’t fair, I
thought. Why should people love? Why should they suffer? What have I done to
deserve this? I could have lived my whole life without loving anybody but
no-o-o-o-o-o! I had to fall in love. Any other girl would have paid anything to
have this chance and I simply ruined it! I wasn’t ready, God damn it! I
jammed the spoon fiercely at the round scoop in my cup. And for a second my life
seemed to be like this ice cream: sweet yet as cold as ice and when if it grew
warm no one cared for it. I sighed. -“
Is this seat taken?” someone intruded my long chain of thought. Slowly I shook
my head. Now, till then I thought nothing of it. Many times people ask for extra
seats to sit near their friends. He did pull it but just a little then he sat in
front of me. What the heck! … Oh my god! -“
Justin?” I finally managed. He nodded but he didn’t look at me. He just
looked at his hand as if thinking very deeply. The only thing that had me wonder
is ‘why?’ I mean, we both knew that there is no ‘we’ in the future. So
why is he here? Oh please don’t make a scene! I didn’t know what to say!
This moment was too much for words. But I tried my best to be civil as was he by
not making the scene I dreaded. -
“…” I couldn’t speak! I wanted to but nothing came out! And I knew why.
It was too silly to be said. Better go down to business. “I still love you.”
It was a whisper so low I doubted that he heard it as I doubted that I really
said it. I held the cup in my hands feeling the coolness against my damp hands. Now,
it was my turn to avoid his eyes. Oh how much I feared to look in them and see
the doubted love replaced by genuine hate. I bit my lower lip anxiously. He kept
his silence as if he expected more of me. -“
I’m really sorry it happened but hey there are many girls out there. Stop the
fly swatter and they’ll crumble on you.” I attempted to joke but it sounded
silly even in my ears, which made me feel worse if that was possible. I tighten
my grip on the cup; the ice cream was melting but I didn’t care. I began to
dislike that type of food anyways. -“
Did you mean it? What you said to Pedro?” he finally spoke sounding a little
husky. “Was I only a friend? Just someone else to have fun with?” I don’t
know where I got the courage to look him in the eye but I found myself looking
at them. I have always thought they were intense but at that moment they were
powerful and fierce. I felt my skin tense and my throat went dry like an old
sock. -“
No.” was that squeaking voice mine? “I still love you… I swear… it’s
just that…” I felt myself lost for words. Since when was forming a coherent
sentences this hard? -“
Yes? I’d like to hear your side of the story.” He didn’t ask but rather
demanded. “’Cause it from where I stand it looks like you broke up with
me… no, let me be more precise! You dumped me. The least you could have
done is to tell me so! Not to run away! What? You thought that you can get a new
guy to match your house decorations!” that hurt… that really hurt. -“
I didn’t have your phone number…” I managed as much but he looked puzzled. -“What?” -“
I didn’t have your phone number.” I repeated. He shook his head not
understanding my point. -“
You wanted to call me so you’d tell me that your breaking up with me?” he
asked confused. -“
No, I wanted to tell you that we were going to grandpa’s house and keep in
touch with you while I was there.” He didn’t speak so I took advantage of
that to explain to him what really happened. -“
I’m really sorry. Justin, I know how it must have been for you… but I
couldn’t do anything… I wanted to tell you… I was miserable, too…
‘Cause I caused you to worry and most likely to hate me… and believe me
you’re the last person on earth I’d want to hate me…” I could feel the
salty liquid burning my eyes and yearning to come in public but I tried my best
not to let go of it. I might be heartbroken but I’m not going to cry… not in
front of him… not in front of any one… I will never be weak! I took a deep
breath and tried to organize my thoughts. “I know I made a mistake… a big
one at that… and I deserve whatever might happen to me.” I finished and
hoped that I was as brave as I claimed to be… oh how much I wanted to beg him
to forgive me but I knew it was fruitless and I had no intention of losing my
dignity. I looked away from him; eye contact was not what I most wanted at that
moment. During the coming years, I will look back at this moment and it will
haunt me, and I don’t want to remember him like this… My Justin never gets
angry… not like this. From
the corner of my eyes I could see him writing something on a napkin. Curiosity
killed the cat but I had to take a peak! Then, I refrained. Why bother? Whatever
he’s writing I was sure he’d give it to me and I’ll be stuck with it the
rest of my life! I returned my gaze to watching everything else but him. I
watched and felt just horrible. Alone… I was going to be alone for the rest of
my life… empty… I’m going to grow old and maybe someday people well smell
something awful coming from my place and after they call the police, they’ll
find my rotten body… I’d die and nobody would notice! Now that is very … -“
Here.” He gave me the napkin and I took it yet afraid to look. Only sheer will
kept my face still, while I read what he has written… I don’t know what I was expecting but I’m sure I wasn’t what I was reading… his name… then, lots of digits… then, some words… I brushed my hair away from my face… this needs concentration… his name, I knew but why he’d write it I had no idea! This was no dear-john-letter. Then, came the digits; I had no explanation for them either. So, I moved to the words and began to read: I
still love you too... don’t you ever lose my number again!
I
reread it again… I must have misread it the first time. Then I read it thrice
and still it said the same. Call me stupid but I think that I need some
assistance on this. The moment I looked back at him, I knew… the information
finally sunk in… -“ You…?” I asked not believing what he was telling me… he lips broke into a smile and nodded. I think I turned into stone for some time and the next thing I felt was his hand holding mine… now that something I never thought I’d do again… I’d cry but I found out that I already had damp cheeks… I don’t know why… I was happy. -“
Don’t cry, carina.” He whispered and squeezed my hand. -“
I’m not…” I shook my head and laughed. “I’m happy.” -“
I was sick with worry over you.” He wasn’t reproachful… he was only
relating a fact. I smiled. -“
That’s nothing. Sabrina thinks I’m doing drugs!” he chuckled. -“
And what did your mother say about that?” -“
She thought I was only homesick.” His smile widened for he knew what I really
was… lovesick. -“
You died your hair?” he observed. -“
Yeah… I wanted it green to match my room but mom threatened me… I guess
I’ll have to find a green boyfriend to compensate.” I teased him about his
previous remark. He chuckled then touched my hair gently. -“
Green would suit you perfectly but I somehow get the feeling that people
aren’t ready to see such beauty.” He teased me back. I
smiled and looked down to find my ice cream totally melted and lost any coolness
it has possessed. -“
Darn, it has melted.” I frowned. He looked surprised. -“
Why! It tastes much better when it melts!”
-“…new
look?” Bessie was saying something but I lost track and just realized she was
asking me something. -“Uh…
what was the question again?” daydreaming was getting out of control now. -“
Uh oh!” she replied then stole looks from the other girls around.
“Daydreaming again! Hmmm. Could it be? Dare I say? Who is he?” the girls
chuckled. -“
Oh he was great.” I forced a natural playful smile. “Yesterday was
unbelievable! We made love all night! Thanks for sharing him Bessie.” I teased
her back. In our gang, it has become a natural habit of us to create such
stories and we knew that they were invented. It was something we did for fun and
the more exaggerated the lie was, the funnier it gets. However, we never mean to
offend any one; we usually make up the guy as well. -“
No problem. I’m glad you took him. He was beginning to be a pain in the
ass.” She smiled back. “So he inspired you to make a new look?” she
repeated her question. -“
No that was Sara’s idea.” I touched my hair. “ Do you think it’s too
blond?” -“
It suits you perfectly.” Amy answered and the rest agreed. -“
So how was your vacation?” Rebecca asked. -“
Awful! I hate it.” I answered honestly. They all nodded understandingly. -“
Mine was the same.” Rebecca replied. “ I don’t like the way my cousins
act. It was like the cold war all over again.” -“
Me, too.” Bessie joined. “Who thought that our house was that dirty?”
Bessie spent her days cleaning with her sisters. -“
Mine was very boring.” This was Nancy. She didn’t have much family living
around and a smaller social circle out side it. “I couldn’t go to visit my
family.” -“
Well, I for one enjoyed my vacation.” Smiled Amy. -“
It was such a nice rest after those horrid exams.” Assisted Jenny. -“
Yep, especially with ken hanging around you.” Maria teased and Jenny blushed
lightly. -“
For a person who didn’t enjoy her vacation you look lovely.” Bessie
commented on my look. -“
Me? Lovely?” I laughed. “You confused your adjectives.” -“
No I mean it. And not only your hair… I dunno but u certainly changed.” She
observed. -“
I think she lost some weight.” Maria observed. -“
I hope my mother hears this.” I giggled. -“
No that’s not it… you seem …happy.” She finally found a word. -“
If I am happy, it’s only ‘cause God placed me with people I love.” I
answered in compromising truth. She didn’t reply but I got a feeling that she
didn’t buy what I said. However, I didn’t want to discuss it now, soon, but
not now. Later… -“
Guys, I need to go fetch some things from my locker… who is interested in a
walk?” Amy asked. -“
Don’t mind it but please no friends of yours, ok?” I volunteered. -“ Your loss, honey.” She retorted and we all laughed.
I
looked at the mirror to make sure I didn’t look like something the dog dug up.
I brushed my hair out of my face and concluded that I looked acceptable. Then I
hurried to meet Amy at the lockers; I had parted with her to answer nature call
at the bathrooms. With
hurried steps I made my way there hoping that I wasn’t too late and that I
might have missed her. The locker room appeared to be empty but I heard
something at the back and guessed that it was Amy. -“
Come out, come out, where ever you are… I know you’re here gorgeous!” the
rustling sound stopped. So, I went to her. “ is this hide and seek? Don’t
play with me! I have a lecture to go t…” the person who was there stood in
front of me… and this was by no way a girly form. -“
You’re Suzie, right?” a masculine voice inquired. -“
Yeah but who…” I started but he snorted. -“
Jesus! You don’t even remember me!” he looked familiar but I couldn’t
place him. -“
You look familiar but I’m sorry I can’t recall your name.” I apologized
politely but he seemed to be very bitter about the situation. -“
You sly bitch! How dare you turn Amy against me!” his anger was scaring me but
finally I recalled him… Mickey. -“
Now don’t YOU dare blame it on me! I wasn’t the one double dating in the
same time! Besides, she was bored of you anyways.” I retorted. -“
You lie!” he snapped back. “She said you didn’t like me being with her…
that she was not going to choose a man over her friend… you little snake! What
have I ever done to you…” his eyes were really scary. I have always been
afraid of having men angry with me… they seemed to be possessed with the devil
and I lose any coherency in terror… I had to struggle to remember that I
wasn’t wrong and that he has no right to treat me so. -“
It’s nothing you did to me! Its what you might have done to her!”
remembering my original cause sparked more courage into me. -“
So you admit that I WAS winning her before you interfered!” he stated coolly. -“
No … I only thought you might break her heart but…” but he didn’t let me
finish. -“
You weren’t even SURE!!!” He exclaimed. -“
Yes, only you see… I had nothing to worry about! She was on her way to dump
you anyways.” I had a little eye staring contest with him. When it comes to
daring, I’d rather die than lose. I am after all Suze El Macho… My
eyes burned but I wouldn’t give it a rest. I was going to show him… I had
trained with the best. Living with Sid was no joke… His
face was chilling with his eyes staring right back at me but I had something he
didn’t. I could just cry out that he was harassing me and voila he is
sent to prison or at least I’ll make his life miserable… I wont allow
anybody to threaten me or my friends… not him … not any one… not if I can
help it… He
finally broke eye contact and turned around and walked away… -“
This isn’t that last you heard of me… you can count on that.” He declared
as he left the battle scene… I may have won this battle but it didn’t mean
that I’d win the war. -“
Jerk.” I muttered to my self and the eerie echo of his last words kept me
worried. I have always avoided confrontations. I always feared responsibility.
And now look at me; I was launching a war against some one I didn’t care
about… I was wrong before… NOTHING can get worse than THIS. -“
Suzie!” Amy cried. “Where the hell have you been girl? did you meet my new
friend, Lou Mellon?” I was wrong again…
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