❣️ ROOMMATES❣️
?By Authoress Pinky?
?Chapter Eighteen (18)?
Subtitle: {Not again….?}
★Ella’s Pov★
“Thanks a lot for today. I really had fun.” I said to Owens as soon as we came to a stop in front of the build where I live.
He smiled and reach out for my hand squeezing it a little. “I’m glad you had fun today. I mean, that was my main priority for today….to make you have fun.”
I grinned as I blus-hed over that. “Thanks.” I whispered again.
He shook his head. “no. Stop thanking me. Okay?” I smiled and nodded my head okay. He leaned closer to me and dropped a light ki-ss on my forehead then came down and ki-ssed my gla-sses, the tip of my nose and my right and left cheek then lastly, my li-ps.
“I love you.” I whispered to me and I smiled before ki-ssing his right cheek. I couldn’t say ‘i love you too.’ but de-ep down I know that.
That what? Okay, let’s skip that.
“Goodnight.” I said to him. He said goodnight to me too and promised to call as soon as he gets home. I got out of his car and waved at him before turning around and walking into my apartment.
Today was more than fun. After we had left the cinema, we had went to a fun house. It was so muuuuch fun. We danced, play some games and all that. But there was actually a problem during those times… Owens and I never agreed on one thing. He likes are my dislikes and my likes are his dislikes. In fact he was allergic to strawberries and loves vanilla. Meanwhile I loves strawberries and hated vanilla but it’s not like I was allergic to them or something.
Well, we had gone to get ourselves some ice cream….
?FLASHBACK?
“ICE CREAM!” I squealed as I made my way to the cart dragging Owens along with me. “Let’s get one.” I said to him.
He shrugged. “Fine.” He turned to the man. “Um, we will take two ice creams….”
“What flavor?” The ice cream man asked.
I was going to say strawberry for myself but Owens beat me to it and said. “Vanilla. For the both of us.” He turned to me and smiled while wrapping his arms around my wai-st and pulling me against his ha-rd ch-est. “Right babe?”
I was going to say hell no! I hate Vanilla but…I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. Maybe I was so afraid of disappointing someone… again. So I smiled and said. “Yeah. I loooove vanilla.” Tsk, what a sarcasm.
“I know right. Strawberries are…. Yuck. Actually, I’m allergic to strawberries.” He explained further.
“Oh… I also don’t like Vanilla….oh, I mean strawberry.” I meant vanilla. Not strawberries. I hate Vanilla.
?FLASHBACK ENDS?
I really don’t know why I had lied to him but funny enough it felt right. I like Owens and I really don’t want to disappoint him. Ever.
I unlocked the door and stroll my way into the apartment. It was bright but…Smoke? Wait, is the house on fire. I coughed but quickly made my way to the kitchen. There was nothing on which means that there was nothing on fire. So what where are all this smoke coming from?
I started coughing again. Oh my god. The attack. I dug my nails into my palm as I try to get my breath into control. I opened my bag and took out my inhaler and press some few air into my mouth. Okay, it had subsided but that doesn’t mean I would be fine as long as I’m still in here.
“Shit!” I heard a voice said. I quickly recognized the voice. “I’m so sorry. I must have forgotten that I had a roommate who had asthma.”
“What happened in here?” I asked looking around as I coughed again.
“Well, I was just smoking with the guys.” He replied with a shrug as he stuffed his hands into his pan-ts pocket.
‘i was just smoking with the guys.’ Wait. smoking?
“did you smoke with them?”
“I had just said that, right?” He sighed as he made his way towards me but walked past me and collected a bottle of whiskey from the fridge. When did that thing get in there?
“i thought you promised not to smoke again?” I questioned him now.
He scoffed. “Did I? I only said I would make you my cigarette not i won’t smoke again. They is a big different in those words…. aren’t they?”
I clenched my fist tightly. “What happened? Did you have a fight with your dad or Sonia? I mean, what made you decide to smoke again?”
“YOU!” He yelled this time around glaring at me like I had stolen a huge sum of amount from his savings.
“What? Me? How do you mean? What did I do?”
He clenched the bottle of whiskey, still glaring at me. “You did everything. What, when I said I don’t share my cigarette, you thought I was joking, right?” I didn’t say anything because honestly, I thought he was joking. “I wasn’t, okay!? But it’s alright. I’m sure you had fun with your …. boyfriend and I don’t care but please stop bothering me and focus on yourself and your boyfriend. And believe me, I’m so sorry for making the house this way but I’m not sorry for smoking what keeps me at ease!” The Ryder I hated with so much pa-ssion was back again. The Ryder who makes my life so unbearable was back again.
My eyes were welled with unshed tears as I stare at him. “What did I do?” I asked him again. This time around I took the words slowly.
He shrugged. “I don’t know. Just stay away from me. I think that would be best for us both.” He took in a de-ep breath before adding. “And just so you know…you are more dangerous than a pack of cigarettes.” He eyed me from head to toe before walking out and disappearing into his bedroom, slamming his door shut. Really hard.
I just stood there like a pile of wood forgetting the fact that the place was filled with smoke.
*You are more dangerous than a pack of cigarettes.*
Those words repeated in my head continually. Does he know? Does he know that I am a murderer who had killed her mother? Does he?
The tears that had filled my eyes suddenly spilled out causing me to run into my room and break down into tears. I leaned on the wall as I kept on crying, clenching my phone really tight.
He was right. I was dangerous to him. I was dangerous to everyone who chose me as a friend. I was dangerous to Owens…. My boyfriend.
I don’t deserve to be here. I want to go home. I want to go to the people who loves me for me. And with that I made a decision. TBC.
A/N: *Sighs….* Like seriously what is wrong with Ryder? One day, he is nice and the next he is being a jerk to out sweet Ella.
Anyway, so sorry for the late update. But I’m trying you know. I really am. Anyway, how is your day going? Have a wonderful dayyyyy!??
Question: Describe Owella relationship in ur own way. And secondly, what decision do you think Ella has taken?
❣️ ROOMMATES❣️
?By Authoress Pinky?
?Chapter Nineteen (19)?
Subtitle: {Gone????}
★Ryder’s Pov★
“Hey girlfriend!” Sonia said as she walked into the apartment. I looked up from my phone to her but quickly look back to my phone without saying a word to her.
Actually, we haven’t said a word to each other ever since that fight. I still hate myself for hitting her. I won’t blame her if she decides not to talk to me for the rest of her life. I deserve it. I might be a jerk who plays with girls heart and treat them like trash but I’m never the one who hits them or something.
Girls are like eggs. You handle them with care so they wouldn’t break or better still have some kind of crack. I do respect girls. Some. But my sister is one girl I really respect.
“OH MY GOD!” I heard Sonia scream from Four eyes’ room. I quickly got up to my feet and tan towards the room.
“what is it?” I asked as soon as I entered the room looking around to see if I could see what had happened.
“Her bags. Ryder, where is Ella? Where did she go with her bags?” She asked me.
I scrunched my face at her before walking towards the wardrobe. Indeed it was empty. The whole room was empty. I didn’t even know that she had left. Or wait, has she decided to leave this apartment and move in with her boyfriend?
“She had probably moved in with her boyfriend or something. Who cares?” I said walking out of the room.
“what? Is that what you are going to say? your roommate isn’t home and this is all you could say? And what boyfriend are you talking about?” Sonia asked as she followed me out of the room to the living room.
I stopped walking, suddenly and that made her hit my back. She said some cuss words and came to stand beside me. I couldn’t believe my eyes. what was this jerk doing here? Why was he here in my apartment?
“Hey Sonia. You are here.” He said to Sonia, my sister.
Sonia smiled. “Yeah. I’m here. Um, what are you doing here?” She now asked. She obviously don’t know that this guy and her so called best friend were dating. Tsk, what a friend.
“I’m here to see…”
“Your girlfriend?” I said cutting him off. He glared at me and I returned the glare.
“Wait. What girlfriend? Or are you now living with another girl aside from Ella?” Sonia asked me, looking at my way.
“Why are you asking me? Ask him or no, ask your best friend. Or maybe I could tell you that your best friend as a boyfriend now. And her boyfriend is standing right over there.” I said as I nodded my head to his way.
Sonia gasped wide eyes as she stares at Owens. “you are dating Ella?” She asked still shock from the news.
Owens shrugged. “Yeah. We are sorry for not telling you.”
“No. I can’t believe you both kept this away from me! I thought I was your friend. Why would you guys keep this as a secret from me?”
“We didn’t keep it as a secret from you, Sonia. It just happened, suddenly. And I’m sorry but please don’t blame Ella. Blame me instead.”
“Tsk.” I scoffed. Like seriously, why was he acting like a nice guy now? What? Don’t blame her but blame me? Tsk, what a showoff.
“Wait, before we start talking… where is Ella? Shouldn’t you be here with her?” Sonia asked now.
Owens stare at her, confusedly. “Be here with me? Why? I mean, this is her apartment. I actually came to see her. I had being calling her phone but she wasn’t picking so I decided to drop by here to pick her up for cla-ss.” He explained.
Wait. If he isn’t with Ella….so where is she? Where had she gone too?
*Just stay away from me, that would be best for both of us.*
*you are more dangerous than a pack of cigarettes.*
I had said those awful words with her. Could that be the reason why she had left? Shit! What have I done? What do I do? Oh my god! She can’t be gone, right?
“Oh my God. Where had she gone too?” Sonia panicked.
“Gone???” Owens asked.
****
★Ella’s Pov★
I stood in front of the entrance of the cemetery, where my mother had being buried. I was afraid to take a step towards her grave. I don’t even deserve that right. I had killed her. Because of me…
Because of me… she’s lying in that cold ground….Dead. Because of me…
The tears of regret, of pain, of guilt stroll down to my face. It wasn’t a cold tears….it was a hot one. I clenched my fist tightly as my ch-est tightened in pain. My ch-est were heavy. It felt like a heavy load was dropped on my ch-est.
?FLASHBACK?
“What is this, princess?” My mom asked as she pulled out a red thing that had a green leaf had the head side.
“um…I don’t know? what is it, mom?”
She smiled as she dropped the thing on the basket and made her way to me, picking me up from my feet and pulling me up to sit on the counter.
“You didn’t even try guessing but gave up. That’s very wrong my child.” She said as she tuck some strand of hair to the back of my ear. “In what ever you do…always make sure you try first and even if you fail, keep trying until you succeed. The greatest enemy is oneself.”
“But I don’t know it.” I said.
She smiled and pinched my cheek, softly that made me giggle. “You know it.” I made a face at her. “What is the color of it?” She asked.
“Red?”
“what other colours can you see there aside from red?”
“Green?”
“Now, think of something that can be added to a food to spice it up that looks like this.” She instructed.
I stayed silent for a while until the answer pop into my head and my li-ps stretched into a smile. “A tomato.”
She grinned. “You see. You know the answer. Listen my child, every question as an answer. It is just left for us to find an answer to the question but always keep this in mind….Never give up on anything. Because when you do, you’ve done nothing but have accepted failure, defeat and pain. And no one would be blamed aside from you. You, my child will be the one to blamed for your failure.”
?FLASHBACK ENDS?
I broke down into tears and started crying all over again. I shouldn’t give up on my study. I had a promise to fulfil to my mother. Although after her death I had never step foot into this cemetery to visit her. The guilt was still there.
But it’s hard. It’s ha-rd not to give up. I don’t want to but I’m afraid of hurting someone else again. I’m afraid of disappointing those people who believed in me. I was afraid.
Those were my excuse.
****
I slowly made my way to my front door. I took in a de-ep breath. Dad will be so surprise to see me here. What do I say is the reason for coming back?
I stare down at my bags. I had packed everything with the intention of not going back. I needed my time. My time alone with my family. I had missed Boston. This was my home.
I took in another de-ep breath before I knocked on the door. I knocked again and it was suddenly pulled open. And there stood…. Sonia? TBC.