I warned you, didn’t I? I really did. And now you probably saw it for yourself. I warned you about him, but I guess I didn’t warn you enough. You probably think you can tough it out, that you can ignore it- but that look of betrayal and hurt just etched all over your face- oh! I dunno. I’m just depressed you’re hurt. If you want, I can get them back for you. I can get them HARD.
But, ignoring that, I made you a nice apple pie! If you want to talk, you know I’m here for you!
Hugs and kisses!
“Thanks for existing, asshole.” I pushed the note aside. “Sounds like you’re rubbing it in just fine.”
I cried in the end. I cried hard. But not a single one of those tears were for that bastard Jason Sun. They were all for Karol. Karol Candy Love. The chick I thought was my dearest friend.
Yeah, well, you can just forget it.
I ate that pie, and it was good. Enough for me to almost forgive `J` for his last letter. The pie was sweet and melted away in me. It was warm in a way that made me yearn for a hug. I ate half of it, not wanting to eat it all at once. It was giving me a bit of a buzz, though. Like the one you get from drinking.
“Oh… I feel weird…”
Really weird. I shook my head, feeling angry suddenly. I’ve been eating this man’s cooking for so long, not even considering whom this person really is, and then somehow, I unconsciously developed a sense of trust for him…
My stomach gurgled.
I rushed to the kitchen and vomited inside the sink, my insides feeling like they would rip out along with the bile, my eyes stinging with tears. I lifted my head to the ceiling, my head reeling, my thoughts spinning, my world slowly toppling into abyss. I rinsed out the sink and sighed painfully.
I opened the cupboard absentmindedly, not really thinking, and then closed it up again.
Something caught my attention.
I opened it again. Everything was as I left it; all the cups, all the utensils…
A plate and a bag of flour were missing.
It wasn’t just any plate- it was the plate I ate out of the most. A small, rounded plate deep enough to be used as a bowl, but too shallow to be considered one. It was that kind of plate.
And it was gone.
I stumbled back, lost my footing, and fell to the ground, my butt impacting painfully. The cupboard was still open, the empty places where the plate and flour used to be lingered like bad odour. For the first time, I was afraid. I was afraid and frightened and I was shaking and I didn’t know what exactly to do. What this man was capable of… who he was…
My cell phone rang suddenly; it startled me as in was in my pocket. With hesitance I picked it up, “Hello?”
“That was a nasty fall you took- are you okay?”
My blood chilled. A stale, metal taste overwhelmed my mouth that almost made me choke. I sat up quickly and looked around, “Where the hell are you? What do you want from me?”
“Now, now- I asked you a question. Please answer it.”
His voice… sounded familiar, but I couldn’t pinpoint who it was exactly. I stood up carefully, my butt still aching. “Yeah, I’m fine. My butt aches a bit, but I’ll live.”
“That’s good to hear. I was worried when you suddenly vomited and fell back like that. But now that I think about it you’ve been vomiting a lot recently, haven’t you?”
I looked around the small kitchen, trying to find something that would indicate where that bastard was watching me from. “It seems so.”
“Tell me, my love, why are you wondering around like this for? It seems very unsightly of you.”
I hung up immediately. I grabbed my wallet and put whatever I could inside my bag, picked up my jacket and ran out of the apartment. No matter what I did, it was a lose-lose situation.
Heading to the elevator, there was a man waiting at the doors, someone that I did not recognize. He looked sort of like he came out of a magazine, but for some reason I didn’t feel like he stuck out much. I could feel his gaze through his sun glasses as my hand reached for the button.
“What rush are you in to be leaving so fast?"
As soon as he spoke, a chill ran down my spine rapidly. I froze and turned my head towards him slowly. He had the same voice as the one on the phone. He smiled and took my hand gently, “No matter where you go, I’ll always be watching, my dearest Quentenne.”
I stumbled back slightly. He tightened his grip on my hand, “What’s wrong?”
The elevator came. I looked deeply into his eyes and sighed miserably. He frowned, “What’s wrong? You need to tell me.”
I flashed him a look of anger, “You’re wrong.”
I kicked him, causing him to fall back. I slipped into the elevator as the door was closing and slammed my finger on the G button. I fell back against the wall, a feeling of heavy fatigue falling upon me. My eyelids began to droop involuntarily, my body began sliding down to the ground and I found myself falling asleep before I even reached there.