My One And Only (Original Work)

Chapter Twelve

                “I’m sorry,” she said, as her eyes filled with tears too, “I didn’t know he lied to all of us that way.”

                “I’m such a fool!” I wailed, “How could I be so stupid, Mel!”

                “You’re not stupid, Amy,” she said, “He’s the jerk for playing out your heart.”

                “What am I going to do now?” I asked her as my tears kept on falling.

                “Just move on from him, Amy,” she said, “You’re a strong girl. You can live without a guy like Sean.”

                “Yeah,” I said, wiping my eyes, “I can live without him. I’ve been living all these while without him, what’s forever going to be.”

                I stopped crying so that Melissa would leave me alone. I didn’t want to drag her down in my sorrow. I told her I was fine as she reluctantly left my office. I never went out of my office; just doing all my work in my office. I never saw Sean at all too – I didn’t know where did he went to, or whether Jessica was still tailing him at his office.

                After work, I went home and sat in front of the TV, not really paying attention to what was on TV. I lay on my couch, too tired to go to sleep. Every time I close my eyes I see Sean’s face, and I could imagine him laughing behind my back for what a fool I’ve been. I should have known, someone like Sean will never really fall for someone like me. I was worlds apart from Jessica. Her long hair looked like it was really taken care of, compared to my hair which I conditioned occasionally. Her face was flawless, like a Barbie doll, unlike mine which always had eye-bags, and occasional zits.

                I was wallowing in my self pity until I felt sleepy nearly midnight. As I stood up to turn off the TV, my doorbell rang. I walked slowly towards my door, wondering who it could be. Who would come finding for me this late at night? I opened the door to look into Sean’s face. What is he doing here?

                “Amy,” he said, as I almost slammed the door in his face, as he held it open, “I need to talk to you.”

                “There’s nothing left to talk,” I said, noticing my voice sounded thick and muffled from the hours of crying.

                “Yes there is,” he said as I rolled my eyes, “Please let me explain.”

                “Just leave, Sean,” I said, “I don’t want your fiancée to come looking for you.”

                “Amy,” he said, as I glared at him.

                “I don’t want to listen to anything,” I said, trying to close the door, but Sean held on tight.

                “Remember when I acted as your boyfriend for your sister’s wedding?” he asked me as I stared at him. What has that got to do with anything?, “You said you owe me a favor, and I told you I will think about it?”

                I looked at him as he continued.

                “I want to ask that favor from you now,” he said, as I rounded my eyes at him, “I need you to listen to me, and after I’m done you can do anything you want. I just want to justify myself, and you can make your decision after that.”

                I looked at him, as his eyes begged me. I am not a cruel person, so I let him in. I sat on the couch, watching him as he played with his watch, not saying a word.