Oblivious to my response, Andrea continued to mock me over the phone, "Miss Reid, if you really want Hendrix to return, I will let him know later. He might go back to you later. But don't wait up. After all, if the dishes are cold, it would not be tasty."
I couldn't take it anymore. I hung up the phone and looked at the dishes on the table. I felt completely ridiculed!
Love?
Trust?
It was all bullsh*t!
I returned to my bedroom, my mind was filled with the sarcastic words Andrea had spoken. It was ridiculous that I thought I didn't care at all. But in reality, my heart ached and I couldn't sleep all night.
Lying in bed, my brain could not calm down. My thoughts played back to the painful memories. I recalled how bad he had treated me in the past... And how all the happiness and warmth that I recently felt have all disappeared.
I couldn't fall asleep no matter how hard I tried. I started to feel painful cramps from menstruation again. Perhaps it was because I had gotten some
chills from the cold running water while preparing vegetables...
Perhaps it was also still early, or because I was not very sleepy... Whatever the reason was, I still couldn't sleep. So, finally I decided to give up trying.
I got up and went straight to the study and continued reading the book.
Suddenly, the sound of a car engine could be heard from downstairs and the lights in the yard lit up once again. My grasp on the book tightened, "Has he come back so soon?"
I continued to read, but I couldn't focus. After sometime, I put down the book and went downstairs.
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