Phone call 17

I woke up aching every where but it was a wonderful feeling. Does this counts equal to being in love? Because I was half way to that. He was very tender last night making me feel out of the world. I revelled in his nearness. I was in complete bloom right now. He is the reason for it. He is the sweetest guy I had pleasure of knowing even if he couldn't admit it to himself. I saw him, the real him. The amazing guy that he is. It was easy to love him. Even though he claim he is no prince charming he is better. He is the real deal.

I saw my phone ringing. I saw Bi's name. I debated whether to take it? She must be calling me to know the details and I want to keep it to myself at least for now. But I knew she will make me spill everything once she saw me in person. My finger hovered over the ignore button first but decided to take it.

"Hello you better listen to me girlie. International calls are not cheap so I will keep it short. The guy you are with is a number one cheat my girl. I just read in the gossip pages that he was having a brunch with a woman. Her name Cara or some thing. Please tell me you didn't sleep with that asshole. I will send you the photo. Check it out", she told me.

My fingers shivered when I saw the photo Bi sent. I saw her hugging him. It felt as though a dagger went inside my heart. This couldn't True. How could he hurt me like this?

"Tell me I'm not late sweetie", said Bi. I sobbed uncontrollably. I heard her sigh.

"It is Ok. Don't you worry. You have to kiss many frogs before getting the prince any ways", she said. I just could not stop crying.

"I have no way to come home Bi", I said my voice breaking.

"Oh. You went there in his jet. I understand Babe. Wait last minute flight cost a kidney. I will beg my cousin Willy to wire you some money. My parents found out I'm dating a tattoo artist they keep getting disappointed at me. I have no idea how I keep lowering myself in their eyes", she told me.

"What will I do?", I asked her.

"I will give you a call after sending money. You just buy the ticket and hop on the next plane. Where is he anyway?", she asked me.

"I don't know. I didn't see him when I woke up", I told her.

"Good you don't want to hear anymore of his lies. Come home. Everything will be fine", she said to me.

I went to the luxurious washroom. I knew it was a dream because it won't happen in real life. The poor girl don't get rescued by prince charming. She will be used till they are bored and then will be discarded . That will be their fate correction that will be my fate. I have to forget him. If I stayed here I will only get more hurt. I can't have that. I need to be away from him safe with Bi in our home. She will chase away my sadness even if she couldn't she will try. That is enough for me. As long as I was away from him.

Finally I got the money from her weird cousin. I will sure thank him when I return it. I wiped my tears. It simply won't stop. I put an expensive sunshade Bi packed for me. At least people won't stare at the crying girl.

I packed my little belonging. I knew I had to tell him something. I had no idea what to say. I don't want to say anything brash and abusive because I could never hurt him the way he did me.

I scribbled a goodbye and a thank you. I left the note on the crumbled bed. I hope he doesn't come looking for me. I hope he gets my message that I don't want to see him anymore.

I walked outside to the reception and requested a taxi. They immediately offered it for me. I hope I didn't run into him when I go outside and I didn't. I sat on the taxi feeling relieved for every for every mile I put between us.

When I reached the airport it was pretty busy. I got inside the plain my first international flight if I didn't count the jet. I was asleep for it anyways. My plain ride was uneventful. When I reached my airport I saw Bi waiting for me. I couldn't help myself I ran to her. She hugged me tight and I sobbed.

"There there don't cry. You are here. I never thought he will turn out to be such a bastard. Never worry if he comes at my door then I will tear his balls and feed it to dogs", said Bi.

"I don't think he is going to call", I told her. Why would he? He had a beautiful girlfriend already who forgives him for his occasional lapses.

"Whatever? But he is not going to set foot in our home", said Bi. She was scary especially when someone hurts me. She even broke up with her last boyfriend because he called me a prude.

When I reached home I checked my phone no calls. I sighed. Who was I kidding? He is not going to call me. Who was I to him? I knew he doesn't care about me. He would have called me if he did.

That is when my phone rang. It was him. I wanted to cut the call. But somehow I couldn't. I knew Bi would kill me. But I wanted to hear what he wants to tell me.

"Hello", I said in a raspy voice. It was hoarse due too much crying.

"Are you home?", he asked me his voice harsh.

"Yes", my voice barely a whisper.

"Do you want to go on another date with me?", he asked. But he didn't bother to ask me why I had left.

"No", I told him.

"That is it. So you are done with me?", he asked. I didn't know what to say. I was crying silently.

The phone went dead. I was glad he didn't convince me for another date. It was over like ripping off a plaster but only it hurts more.