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"ELEANOR WHITE!!!! YOU MUST BE KIDDING ME!!! YOU HAVE TO COME!!! FOR GOD'S SAKE ITS NICHOLAI'S BIRTHDAY BAS--" I swiftly hung up the phone, pressing the pads of my palm up to my ears and checking if my eardrums had shattered from the constant radioactive rambling of Ro's voice. Uhhhhhhh, I dramatically sighed, she must be kidding me after all, there was no way, no fuc**ng way would I go to that brat's birthday bash.
Ro had spent the whole weekend, pondering over what she should buy for him, the dress she would wear...etc etc.
She was never running out of innovative ideas to lure Nicholai into her trap. Provided she was from a well-off family unlike me, she had pretty much fed off the silver spoon and would stop nothing to get what she wanted.
Nicholai was her ultimate life goal. She wouldn't stop..would she?
After a life long debate, I came into a conclusion, she was going to the party no matter what, fine, it was a part of her, fame, riches, luxury and comfort. she belonged there, like a princess.
But I felt like I was out of place. I didn't belong to this world, not with mom by my side anymore. The ball, castles, princes, kisses or love, they were just an illusion, weren't they? They were just elements to infect the brain into insanity that nothing would seem right if they weren't with the one they loved.
Well, taking it into account, i assumed, I never wanted to be loved because in the end all you get is betrayal, betrayal and betrayal. Nothing follows after, just plain and painful death.
"can I get a hand out here??!!" Linda called out from the kitchen.
"coming!!!!!!" I frantically jabbed towards the kitchen arena as she slid a plate towards me through the kitchen counter.
"Chinese chopsuey for table 6"
"Chinese chopsuey for table 6 coming!" I mimicked her words, swiftly walking towards the cool AC- hall, sliding through tables and seductively presenting the awaited order on his table "Chinese chopsuey at your table sir"
I gave him the biggest smile I had buried beneath my face but got ignored instead.
"is there anything I could help you with, sir?" I slightly bent down to face him, wriggling my eyebrows if that would seem friendly enough.
From a close view, the man seemed to be nearing his 30's, clean shaven, slightly built and wore a vibrant black tuxedo.
With the flick of his hand, he sent me off, not having the courtesy of at least replying with a polite gesture. But then all this debate and testimonies all came to a halt as a question rose up, yes, who the hell were we? To demand respect from others? We were but just maids working at a local city cafe.
That was what we were looked up as...MAIDS, this was always normal though. I'd always encounter one of these douche bags almost every day but still had enough persistence not to go wild frenzy over my beloved customers if I was clever enough with the idea of loving my job.
Speaking about jobs, I would be proud enough to even call myself the queen of jobs. I worked at 2 restaurants, and a Bar at night.
Later at night I had to go attend a bar as a bartender. Life never had been easy on me. From abandonment to loans and deaths, that was what life had in store for me and I somehow had to accept that.
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Stretching out my body in yoga style, I stripped down my apartment door, lazily swinging into my small, old but cozy apartment. After all the work, I was tired and felt like I was literally drained to the last drop of my energy.
I groaned in emotion as I saw the bed of my roses ,throwing down myself on my ninth cloud, drifting off to LALA land.....TRGHHHHHHHHHHH...
A quick buzz popped up from my phone and for once I knew for sure who it was.
"heyyyy...... I'm coming at your place now, we need to hurry!!!!- Ro"
Uhhhhh, why do we actually need to hurry? I mentally asked myself the same question, recalling the past 'HAPPENING' things today... oh shit,yes, how could I forget!! It was that brat's birthday bash.huh
"believe it or not, I'm soo not coming, enjoy by yourself...bye"
I sent the message, mentally patting myself a bravado.
Very good Ela, if that was how I would progress in life, I would one day become very rich, get old and die. From this point of my life, this was my ultimate objective. LIVE UNTIL YOU DIE.
"ARGGGHHHHHHH.....why do you have to be so stubborn!!! Please!! I'm counting on you this time besides you can eat all the food you want! It's all free there, you can have all the foods you've ever dreamt about Eleanor!! For Pete's sake come with me for the sake of food at least"
The way she texted me, I could see her evilly smirking in my mind's eye
There was surly one thing she knew how to bribe me, through food. And giving it a last thought, it wasn't such a bad idea, he was filthy rich anyway, and it would better to eat to our heart's content than to mourn over eating my frozen dinner.
TING TONG!! Earlier than expected, there was a loud ring at my door, and I knew it for sure it was Ro.
I reached out for the door knob, stretching myself out and opened the door.
"TADA!!" Ro jumped in, dramatically swinging her hands in the air as if she had entered the Ellen, amidst a thousand audiences. She wore a red elegant dress that seemingly showed off her great physic, a classy black shoe that matched with her outfit and a pair of golden hoops that added to her sparkle. Nevertheless, she was always the pretty one to begin with and so to say I'd die to have natural red hair that to stick and die with this hair like an old hag.
"sorry for the intrusion!!" she jumped in my apartment in over excitement that didn't even exist in the psychological world if I suggest. The apartment door closed shut and knew the first thing that would come hurling at me. SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT.
An evil grin formed up to her face as I rolled my eyes at her.
" so what you gonna wear?" she ventured me as I shuddered lightly moving backwards and then slowly pushing myself in the claustrophobic box of hell. Her eyes plastered on my outfit and I knew the last thing that was brainwashing her mind. I was wearing a pair of skinny, dark jeans; an over sized Mickey mouse sweater and a pair of funky beach flip-flops.
"Mickey mouse sweater.... SERIOUSLY ELA!!!!"
She grabbed me by my sides, slightly lifting the sweater off my skin.
I resorted and pressed myself harder on the wall, wishing I had the ability to walk through walls at the moment.
"don't blame me, you know I'm pretty much a Disney fan, Ro"
I snickered deeper at a corner if that would have done me any good.
"Seriously Ela.."
She slightly backed off, placing both of her hands on the sides in utter frustration.
"You know, you aren't a kid anymore...well, you got some nice tits there, and a perky little ass here, do tell me, do you EVERRR want to get acknowledged by any guy for Pete's sake!!! You look like some 9 year old toddler!!!"
Her words stung a little bit and left me wandering...did I want to get any guy in my life?
No, of course not. Speaking of that, it was the same question she had asked me over and over again and I very much denied it.
It wasn't much of a big deal though because I was used to her lecturing me all the time. She had remarkably become a rabble-rouser at present. All thanks to me!!!
"And as for now, you are DEFINITELY not going like this." Her eyes widened phenomenally bigger now, stuffed with over hyper-determination, burning with an intensity of fire that could only be extinguished after she would witness me in a dress. Preferably a decent one.
" What's so bad in here? Ro, I'm absolutely comfortable this was as for now who said I wanted to go?"
I crossed my hands up to my chest, trying to sound a little offended. DENY HER ELA!! DENY HER! My voice died down as I realised I made my last statement sound like a question for sure. Tell her that you don't wanna go! Just tell her! . But in a way i could not, i could not deny my best friend after all
I diverted my eyes to a blank corner, trying my best not to look at her. Because after all my years of professional experience, there was one thing I had learnt. Do not look into those eyes. Do not look into those puppy eyes.
Those eyes were the ones that persuaded me to dress in pink for the junior prom, those eyes were the ones that made me stalk Eric Washington alongside her...those eyes, those eyes.... that made me do things beyond insanity. do not look at those eyes, I told myself
"UHHHHHHHHHHH" she groaned exasperated in defeat, hurling an angry, freaked- off, desperate, mad and so on pair of eyes at me followed by a brief moment of silence. And I clearly knew what the silence would have meant.