Creating Happy Moments

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Chapter 14 (v.1) - Phone Call

Submitted: November 04, 2016

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Submitted: November 04, 2016



Our last dinner was great. Bart managed to get Mina’s number and social media accounts, I’m sure they’ll be tagging and chatting in no time. Leo was a little bit subdued, though he still looked at me intensely, like he wanted to know all of me. It made me feel like I’m naked without taking any of my clothes off. But it was not only the sensual, physical sense… It was like he wanted me to bare my soul. I didn’t linger on that thought though, instead, I focused on enjoying the night.

The night ended and soon enough, we were on our flight home.

My apartment looked exactly the same, just a little bit dusty. Feeling as dusty as my apartment, I took a shower, then changed into my cleaning clothes. I proceeded to unpack my luggage, sort my stuff, and vacuum the whole apartment. It was tiring but fulfilling. I rested when I finally felt like I can breathe again.

I was eyeing my laundry, choosing whether to do it now or tomorrow, when my phone rang. It was my mom.

“Hey, mom”

“Lexy, you’re back? How’s your trip? You never called me.” mom sounded hurt.

“I just arrived today. I was going to call later.” I said trying to placate her.

“Hmp, you never visit and you never call. Do I have to remind you that you still have parents?”

“I’m sorry mom." I sighed, "What can I do to make it up to you?” Gosh, why does it feel like a trap?

“Come to our family reunion. All of your dad’s relatives will be there. Your aunt and uncle are asking for you and your sister. I already talked to your sister, and she agreed to come. Your uncle wanted to know where…”

I never got to hear what she said. I felt my heartbeat race. No, no, no! This cannot be happening! My eyes started to water and I could not breathe.

“Hello Lexy?!” I barely heard my mom on the line.

“I’ll have to call you back mom. Something came up. I’ll call you later.” I gasped and ended the call.

I slumped on the floor and buried my head on my knees. My uncle. I have to face my uncle. Oh God. And the memories of those dark times came flooding back at me.

I sobbed as I scratched my body. I felt dirty... I felt sick. I gathered my strength and went to the bathroom. I barely had taken my clothes off when the water hit me. I cleaned my whole body, soaping and scrubbing every inch of it. I only stopped when I felt my stomach lurch, and made it just in time to the sink. I threw up whatever contents my stomach had.

Feeling dizzy and weak, I turned on the faucet and watched my vomit go down the drain. I could not help but feel like it’s a premonition. That everything I had worked on, all the happy moments I have, went down the drain… until nothing was left… nothing but darkness.

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