The Forgotten Memories of Alexis (COMPLETED)

Chapter 6

Hindi ko na natuloy ang sasabihin ko no’ng nakalabas na siya. I closed my eyes tightly, I wanted to chase her but I needed to settle first my issue with Jillianne. I looked at her with unspoken irritation and she receded a bit.

“Who’s that woman? Your girl-toy?” she asked as she glanced to the door where my Ariellè went out.

“Don’t call her that!”

Kumunot ang kaniyang noo, “What?”

“I said don’t call her that!”

“Is that the woman you are fucking while you are here? Not bad.” She rolled her eyes, “The last time I visited, you shooed me away. You didn’t remember me so your Momma advised me to just give you time. I didn’t know that time is to fuck some slut—”

“Shut the fuck up, Jill! Don’t call her that way or else I would call a guard to drag your ass out of this building!” I yelled, feeling the heat of irritation welled up until my head.

Her jaw dropped at my sudden tirade. Just don’t call my Ariellè that way. She was different, she was pure and she was way better than all of you. The way she name-called Ariellè heightened the anger and irritation within me. I was offended and I just wanted to slap the face of whoever called Ariellè that way.

“What the fuck? What is your problem, Alexis?” she asked, still in the process of swallowing what I had uttered.

I heaved a sigh and massaged the bridge of my nose. I needed to make this fast, I needed to talk to Ariellè.

“Let’s end this,”

“End- What?”

“Let’s break up,” I began, “Look, I am so sorry for what I did. I am a total jerk. Our relationship started without feelings involved. You knew that—”

One slap on my face, I felt my cheek  sting. I accepted her wrath, I will never complain about the twinge it sent on my skin. Her eyes welled up with tears but she managed to stand still and remained in her classy posture.

“You’re such a fucking asshole!” She yelled, “I hate you, Alexis Del Castro!”

I deserved the slap, I knew. I watched her walked out of my room as her eyes welled up of tears. This wasn’t the first time I had seen a girl crying because of my actions. Way back, when I was breaking up with girls, they always ended up crying or ranting about my actions. However, it did not give any sense of remorse within me. Even now, as Jillianne walked out of the room, I hadn’t any remorse but the only thing that existed was pity. When I met Ariellè, I wanted to be a better version of me. I wasn’t proud of what I had been in my life before I met her. That part of my life was flawed and it gave a chill of affright thinking that it might lead Ariellè on hating me.

Change had never been in my vocabulary before. If they wanted to flirt or be my girlfriend, they needed to be aware of my actions. Relationships don’t require any changes— or changes weren’t forced to someone. But right now, even we weren’t together, I felt the extreme pull of the urge to change. I knew that Ariellè might not have feelings for me— it there was, it might be just for friends.

Minutes later, after being drowned in own reverie, I’d decided to go out of the room. I needed to find Ariellè. I needed to explain about Jillianne. I had a feeling that she didn’t really care about Jillianne. Nor to me for having a woman aside from her. Though, I wanted to see a reaction, I wanted to see if she was jealous or something. The thought of Ariellè being jealous tickled the sensitive part of my heart, making it seemed to swell.

Though I knew that this was just one-sided. All I was thinking  just a product of my delusional thinking. My actions seemed so eerily desperate. I halted before I could ask a nurse where was the room of Ariellè. I wanted to explain everything from her but she might have a lack of apparent interest on my explanations. I took a deep breath and shook my head— pain mixed with disappointment slowly crept on my veins as I looked at the deserted hallway. Something was pulling me to go but a part of me holding an unyielding restraint stopped me to do so.

For the last time, I glanced to the hallway. After that, I turned around and ambled back to my room. As the beauty of the skyscrapers dazzled me awhile, the essence of it had slowly subsided as I stared blankly to the clouds that were slowly rolling in. I tried to pull the venomous thoughts out of my head as I looked at the door that had creaked to open. Rose of excitement had sprouted as I waited for that person to show up. At the little span of time before showing up, I prayed that it was Ariellè. But then, the heat of disappointment had crawled on the pit of my heart as I looked back to the outside vicinity.

“Son,” mom called as I noticed her nearing towards me.

“I’ve heard from Ariellè that you have visitor. Who’s that?”

“Jillianne,” I answered without energy.

Mother did not speak for a minute. I heard her heave a sigh as he caressed my forearms.

“What happened? You look sad.”

I shook my head, “I broke up with Jillianne,”

“I see.” She retorted, “You love her?”

Tumingin ako sa kaniya. My forehead crumpled, “No,”

Tumikhim si Mommy, “Then why do you look sad?”

I shrugged, “Ariellè saw Jillianne,”

She did not speak anymore. My mom was never inquisitive. She kept her thought and queries on her mind even she was bothered on my activities with women. I knew she was worried about my reputation especially the stain I  might give to my Father’s name. And because my Father was so fine with his life and so drawn to the peak of fame of medical industry— well, he was included as one of the wealthiest men on the pinnacle of the society. He was obsessed with power and fame that I had to be secretive regarding my activities because I might get punished by freezing my bank account.

Hours had passed and I was still awake— thinking that Ariellè might swing by. But as the time fell off, the apparent sadness was slowly looming in my chest. Mom went out of my room because she needed to visit her patients. She also told me to get rest but I didn’t. I want to see Ariellè this time but I didn’t know how. I wanted to respect her privacy by not knowing her room. But I couldn’t just stick my ass on my bed and wait for uncertainty. I was momentarily looking at the door, hoping the creak would resound in the room. But my disappointment magnified once the dusk had begun to clothe the firmament with a faint shade of orange and red.

I took my laptop and logged in on my Facebook account. This was what I hadn’t done before. Well, it had been months since the last time I checked my Facebook account. When I finally opened my account, the usual random messages I got from girls popped out on the screen. Ignoring those messages, I searched her name.

Ariellè Kelsi Tejano.

No account found.

I tried to type: Ariellè Tejano.

But still, no account found.

I tried to type her nickname.

A Tejano.

Smile of triumphant appeared on my face as I looked at her profile. There I found it! I instantly clicked her profile but I was fazed when I saw her bio.

It said: “Miracles are for people who believe in it. Hence, I am waiting for my miracle.”