Chapter 8 : Flashback (pt: 7)
I closed my eyes giving it a pause. Breathing in the orange and cinnamon room freshener trying to recollect everything that happened after that. Sometimes I feel deep down that some of my precious memories are taken away from me and like I have no absolute memory of what happened. But I guess that everything was written manually in my dairy that's why I'm scared to open it. I'm scared that if I open it, I might remember stuff I don't want to remember. Stuff that reminds me of my darkest memories
Darcy seemed so interested in my story. So, interested that she never even moved a inch and she also didn't take her eyes off of me. My mouth started hurting from explaining things in detail. It's been hours now, almost night time. I don't even remember narrating things to Evelynn like this. I feel free around Darcy. What's so special about her? Is it because she looks like a person who can help me out with what I'm facing? I don't know something in her face seemed comforting.
Darcy looks mature, She's a really good listener and probably a very clever girl. I blink several times and squeeze my eyes trying to recall things.
"Ok so when I reached home mom looked FURIOUS, she called up all my friends and none of them told that I was with them and they also said that they had no idea where I went. So, she slapped me and started crying. She thought I got kidnapped or worse. Aren't I too old to get kidnapped? But as a mother only she knows the pain of losing her only child, right? She grabbed my phone and seized it and hid it. She said I wouldn't get my phone anymore till I'm 18. I cried all day how am I supposed to contact Marcus in such a situation? I couldn't even tell him about it. I was scared as well, because I didn't want her to know I was in a relationship, it would only make things worser. If she scrolls through the chats, I was dead meat for sure. I told her I went out to take a look on the new comics available. Her only question was who went with me. She couldn't believe that I went out all by myself because in my life so far, I have never gone out alone anywhere. So, I spent the weekends sleeping a lot. Mom seeing me in such a condition figured out that I was broken over something or someone. She asked me if I was in a relationship or something because I was crying too much and I didn't even have my food properly. I started laughing I told her maybe she's right, maybe she did save me from addiction. she smiled and patted my shoulder with love and affection. my Sunday was spent on a boring lecture. I was not addicted to my mobile I was sure about that. I often read books and finish my works or do school stuff. it's just that mom comes inside when I'm using my phone and she assumes that I was using the phone the whole time.
"Mom paid close attention to what I was saying. She gave me a know-it-all look that pierced through me and I was convinced that she didn't believe a word of what I was saying. She shook her head and left me to sleep and cuddle on my bed for the rest of the day. The next day Marcus came running to me when I entered the school. He looked like he didn't sleep properly and his eyes were lined with dark circles which in a way looked cute on him. I always loved him for the way he was. He asked me what happened and why didn't I pick his calls. I explained everything and Marcus's face looked like all the colors got drained out, he looked energy less. Now we can't meet often or keep in touch. I gave him a pat on his shoulder and I promised to take the late bus home so that we can talk all evening and spend time together that way. From the next day I started going late to home. Mom would yell at me but my lifeless eyes made it clear that she did a terrible act by taking the phone from me. She would think that it's something good she did and the fact that I was dull and not motivated at all to keep the phone away from me only made her assume that I was addicted and she saved me from that very addiction. After school, me and Marcus ran around like we owned the world, we acted like it was our day and no one could stop us from doing what we wanted, he would wrap his hand around my neck and pull me and kiss my forehead, sometimes cheeks. We ate ice creams and burgers and tons of fast food almost every day. He paid the bills for me because I couldn't take cash out of my house without a proper reason, one thing I loved in him is he always took care of things. We used to go to internet cafe and finish our assignments together and we used to go to gaming centers and had all the fun we even went to the playground and played some soccer or basketball. One particular day I missed the second bus home which means I can only go aboard the 10 pm bus which is very dangerous and it was very late too. Marcus offered me to drop by his house overnight and that he would inform my mother about this, I asked him if his parents would be alright with-it coz after all I was a girl coming for a sleepover. He told me his parents would have no objection with it and would be more then glad to have me over. Little did I know about what was coming towards me that day.......
To be continued....