Chapter 75
Melissa
The pipe in my kitchen wouldn’t stop dripping water and I have no idea if it’s the pipe getting me pissed or the flashbacks of the panic that I suffered.
I could have controlled myself; my emotions and how I reacted but it was all too much for me and I couldn’t.
I sighed for the twentieth time before leaving the kitchen and locking the door behind me. I have barely made any food meal in weeks and I don’t even feel bothered about it.
I simply feel like I’d get that fixed whenever I get too hungry to leave the house to grab a package or maybe when I run out of batteries to make an order with my phone.
“I think I’ll just call this guy,” I huffed under my breath the moment I figured I wouldn’t be able to fix the broken pipe.
But then, it’s past 10 pm and how on earth do I call someone to my apartment to fix a pipe by this time? I wish I didn’t have to stay here tonight but have nowhere else to go.
Helena has been out of the picture for months and I can’t even recall the last time I saw her- or maybe I do but she’s still out of the picture and would be the last person I’d ever call.
Yeah, Chloe. I didn’t get to make it to her apartment in the name of a visit but I do hope to visit her some time have enough money to water that booking a flight to spend two nights wouldn’t be a problem or a pain in my ass.
What other option do I have? Nate? Marcus?
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Hell.
I’m never going to spend a day, talk less if a night at Nate’s. What the hell would I be doing there? Helping him how much of an ass he is or fighting over some stupid thing that happened at the office and whatnot?
I don’t think I want to even call him after the last time. I still haven’t apologized and I think we both need some space, to breathe.
I agree that I was rude but, well no buts. Next on the list, is Marcus Hills.
Do you really think I’d go to Marcus‘ place after the whole thing that happened today?
I can’t beat it out of my disturbed head that I keep venting about ny childhood to strangers. Grandma would be so disappointed in me if only she remembered me as her grandaughter and the person she taught how to bottle things.
I’m still trying to clear my head on how to act like today never happened. I’ve only experienced this panic attack twice- the night I heard of my mom’s death and the day I told Helena about my life.
Yeah, but then today, I had another panic attack at the thought of losing what is left of ny grand mother’s memory.
I should plan on seeing her again, to refresh the image of her in my head and maybe try to take a picture if she doesn’t attempt to shoot me this time.
A small smile tugged on my lips at the thought if that last part. Who would ever agree that someone like her could fight off a
thief?
Well she did. Once. I was fourteen. I can’t remember most of the details but I do remember her yelling and threatening to pull the trigger if the thief can any closer.
I widened my eyes when she said that cause I never imagined a gun could be anywhere in this woman’s house.
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When we finally got out of that situation, she told ne it was all a cover up and she doesn’t even have a damn gun but if anyone inakes her get to that level, she’d pull the trigger.
What even got us here? I shook my head trying to get a grip of toy thoughts before I deflected.
My phone buzzed and I quickly hurried to it. I wasn’t expecting any call but I could use a call as an escape from the troubles I was having.
“Chloe!!!!!!” I screamed the moment the call connected. “Look at you!”
“No look at you,” she laughed. “Oh my God I’ve missed you so much.”
“Me too.” I fell to the bed and gave a loud exhale. “You have no idea how crazy it’s been without you. Everything is different here.”
“You’re gassing. You don’t even look like someone who misses me.”
“I’m sorry I haven’t kept in touch,” I mouthed and my mouth curled up. “I’ve been such a bad friend”
“Hell yes,” she shrieked. Llaughed at her response because Chloe isn’t the person who would make you feel better about that.
“I can’t dent that. What have you been up to? Oh my God, how’s the wedding plan going?”
“Mels you know i’d prefer if you were here with me. Not bad anyway, all I have to do is do the dishes.”
“What?” I asked and laughed at how unrelated her response is.
“How’s it going at Hillstate too?”
“Uh- fine I guess.”
“Tell me what the hell happened,” she urged
“You sound like you have an eye everywhere.”
“Your tone gave you away. Are you getting along with Nate now?”
“Nate Bisley,” I said. “He’s not a bad guy, Chloe.”
“I never said he is and if I remember clearly, I’ve been telling you he’s a good guy but that doesn’t answer my question still. Getting along with him, hm?”
“We had a fall back. I think he’s bad at me,” I told her and licked my lower lips. “And maybe I deserve his anger this time around.”
“That bad?”
“I was rude to him.”
She snorted. “You’re always rude to him and he’s always rude to you too.”
“This time was different.”
I paused and thought of what happened. “I was really rude this time and he didn’t deserve that.”
“Trust me, Nate didn’t take that serious.”
“You can’t tell. You weren’t here.”
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“There’s no way Nate changed in just a few weeks. Get him a damn tie and say sorry. That’s all.”
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A new tic? What on earth.
