𝒟𝒜𝑅𝒦 𝐸𝒰𝒫𝐻𝒪𝑅𝐼𝒜

18

I won't get married to Leon, not in this life not in the next. I'm not going to change my course and I'm certainly not going to leave Westview. You want to kick me out of your house, you want to take my credit card? Then do it because I'll rather live on the streets than share a roof with you.

You've controlled my life for far too long and I'm sick and tired of it. You always told me a perfect person shouldn't make mistakes but you made one, that too in front of a very influential man in the country. Making a mistake simply means one thing mother, you aren't perfect and you can never be perfect

I'll do what I want and I'll keep the people I call friends if you don't like it mother-- I paused for a while thinking of if i should use that word or not.

"Then fuck off" both she and Leon gasp even I was surprised at my boldness.

"I really don't care if you wish to hurt me but leave my friends out of this, you don't know them and you certainly don't know who their parents are. If I were you mother, I'll change my ways and stop being judgmental.

And for the sake of your reputation please tell Leon to stay away from me cause my next action wouldn't be my responsibility" a hard smack stung my face but it didn't hurt as it use to.

"You ungrateful whore you---

"Go ahead and keep hitting and calling me names cause it will take nothing for me to walk up to the media and tell them who you truly are. You wish to be a US ambassador in the UN right? Trust me mother, I'll ruin that before the government recognizes you.

I'll make sure the twenty years you worked for that will be in vain" I threatened and they looked at me like they had seen a ghost.

Once I was sure I had nothing left to say i stormed out leaving them yelling my name.

I took in a deep breath and ran my fingers in my hair. Finally i got rid of the weight I've carried for eleven years because of the fear of being a disappointment or a disgrace but it did happen at the end. Now I have just one problem, Romero

I wanted to be alone so I went up to the toppest floor of the school building where people never visited.

"Good evening ma'am" I greeted the janitor mopping the floor and I wondered why she did it, no one ever visits here.

She smiled at me and returned my greeting. "If you don't mind me asking ma'am, why do you always clean this floor no one ever visits here" she stopped working and gave me her attention.

"I don't always clean it, I do it twice every week but you sometime happen to meet me doing it besides you aren't the only one who comes here" I raised my brow with a questioning gaze because I'm pretty sure I've never met anyone here.

"Is she regular cause I've never met anyone here before?" She shook her head with a little smile. "It's a 'he' and he recently started coming here, I see him every evening" curiosity kicked in and I made more inquiries about the mysterious guy.

"He's always in there" she pointed towards a door at the end. "I didn't know there was a room here"

"You never came to this end child" True, I always sat on the top part of the staircase or watch the sky at the other end, I've never explored the entire corridor.

"I'll leave now" I bid her goodbye and she took her cleaning kits with her and left. I contemplated on leaving whoever might be in there and mind my business but my curiosity led my feet to the door.

I slowly turned the knob and pushed the door to a level where I could peek my head in

I scanned around until my eyes met a broad back at a hidden corner. A black beanie was pulled over his head, the black t-shirt he was putting on colled to his muscular frame that looked similar to Romero's.

There was a serene aura about him and it seemed like he was lost In something. Maybe he really needs his privacy and considering the fact I'm not the word social i decided not to interrupt his moment and leave but the bleeding sound from a piano held me back.

A soft melody was created from the piano as an introduction before the master took over and when he did I couldn't control the way my soul drowned into the hollowness and serenity of his voice.

"Don't the water grow the trees
Don't the moon pull the tide
Don't the stars light up the sky,
Like you need to light up my world,
If you need me anytime
You know I'm always right by your side
See I've never felt this love----

My mind completely zoned out and i rested my body on the cold walls and let his voice lead my spirit to where it wanted to be.

His masked up emotions laid under the melody of the lyrics, his fingers created a soft backup words using the piano as a media to express himself.

It seemed like the world stopped moving as he played and sang. If the room was quiet before, now it's frozen because I'm certain even the air lingering around stopped and silently transported his melodious voice.

The lyrics blended with his voice and was garnished by the sound of the piano waved thoroughly into my ears and slowly drowned in my heart.

I watched him caress the keyboards with his fingers and soothed it with the lyrics as if giving it an assurance of its worth in his life, he spoke to the instrument he was romancing with his fingers like a human he was appreciating.

From the side I could tell his eyes were shut and his always closed up emotions spoke to the piano telling the instruments their problems. It's true when they say never judge a book by its cover because Romero is a living example of that proverb.

Sometimes he shows off his closed up and cold personality, the one that ask you to stay away from him. Sometimes he lets out his mysterious self; the one that tells you not to try and read him or leave him if you can't handle the treasures that hid in the deepest part of the heart that we lock up to hide from people and not let them see easily, all our secrets and lastly is his cocky and playful personality

I really don't know which drew me to him but the fact is that I am drawn to him.

Maybe it's his cold eyes that makes me want to swim in the ocean filled with tsunami or maybe it's his mysterious gazes and actions that makes me want to unlock him and see him like a mirror or maybe it is his smutty, cocky and teasing personality that always has me flushing and pleading silently for more of his touches.

I was so lost in my thoughts thinking about the Adonis I didn't know when I had began crying silently as I listened to him. He drew closer to the end of the lyrics and I took it as a cue to leave but my feet weren't ready to.

His voice died an octave low after he was done talking to the piano and it was time for it to speak to him. He played the ending tone signaling the end of his session with the non living therapist.

He left light random strums and finally my feet decided to let us leave. I wiped the tears off my face and reached forward to open the door when I felt an arm enclose around my waist and the other on my knuckles that was wrapped around the door knob.