Enemies or Lovers

Chapter 2

I can barely hold my anger anymore, and I guess it is not weird at all to be angry at this awful situation. I swayed my hand and slapped him as if I gathered all my emotions in my hand, which made it a powerful slap. I could feel that he felt pain in his cheek because of the heat in my hand. It was like saying so.

“You deserve to have it,” I said.

I know I don't like rudeness or anything that comes to hurt someone in any way. But, I felt much more than the hurt and pain, not just because my boyfriend cheated with another woman, but also because I felt betrayed by my best friend, which ruined my trust in her. I stared back at that woman with the tears that already flowed down my cheeks.

“Am I not treating you well enough?” I asked.

“....”

“Do you ever recognize me as your best friend or family?” I asked with a deep voice.

“Nonono... You’re an important person in my life,” Alexa replied.

“Then why did you do that?” I asked.

“....”

“If you happen to ever recognize me as your important one, then you would never betray me!!” I said with an emotion that already blew up.

Alexa is one of the most important people in my life, who happened to meet me 3 years ago. I like her because she is the first person that treats me nicely and is always there wherever I am. I even put her as my priority because I thought that our connection was more important. Moreover, I always put my best friend first before my boyfriend. But seeing what I got for everything that I have done this whole time made me realize the most painful fact.

The fact that I can't even say it with my lips because it is too painful and made me barely hold back my tears.

I went forward towards her and stared at her for a second before I swayed my hand to her cheeks. Yes, I slapped her, to express my anger and my disappointment.

“I said don't hurt her!” yelled Teo while covering Alexa with her body, which made my hand lose control, and ended up slapping him back.

I turn my body and get my backpack before I get away from his apartment. I know I look pitiful just leaving them crying. I know that I look like a fool now for giving up my boyfriend for Alexa. But, seeing him so protective about her made me realize that I have never been in my boyfriend's heart, which means there is no choice for me.

“So it's always her!” I said.

Until I finally arrived home after 3 hours of crying on the train on my way back home. I wipe my tears and take a breath as if nothing happened because I don't want my family to know it. I put a smile on my face like a fool before I opened up the door.

“I am home,” I said while entering the house.

Not finding anyone at home made me worried and I looked for my parents' whereabouts. Until finally I heard their voices arguing from the kitchen.

“I told you he wasn't a nice guy... Look now what he did to your daughter! We should have stopped Carla from getting close to them," said Daddy angrily.

“But your daughter likes him? And you've also seen that Carla has become much happier after making new friends and having a boyfriend," Mommy said.

"So? Now what? They've gone too far and hurt our daughter... What will happen if Carla finds out we've known about their relationship all along?” He asked.

“We're doing it for Carla's sake too! If only he was like other kids and easily got along with new people... We wouldn't have come this far either! You also know how difficult your daughter is!!” said Mommy.

"Carla... My daughter... I'm so sorry," said Daddy, holding his forehead.

"We have no choice, honey... Our only hope is that Carla doesn't know the truth so she won't be hurt even more," Mommy said as she hugged Daddy.

What you guys heard is true. I'm not like other girls who easily make friends with new people. Like I've said before, I'd rather spend my time reading than dealing with other people. However, I never thought that my parents would feel sad about it. And I really don't like to see myself being a burden to them.

I was devastated to hear a very bitter fact regarding the fact that my own parents even knew about their relationship. And what hurts me, even more, are those who use the excuse of not wanting to hurt me and keep the secret to themselves. I think that we are a happy and harmonious family that will support and love each other.

“Turns out I am wrong....” I said, mumbling.

I never thought that my parents would not believe that I could survive on my own. I never even thought that they would doubt me and make me think that I was their burden. I never even thought that my parents wanted me to be the same as other girls in general.

I turned my body back and hid before they realized my existence. I sneaked out the main door to the front yard of the house before I finally went back to pretending I had just arrived home.

“I am home,” I said with the loudest volume.

"You're home sweetie... How was your trip?" she asked.

“Can I go to my room now? I am pretty tired and want to take some rest," I said.

“Yeah, sure....” Mommy replied.

Until I, who had walked halfway up the stairs, stopped again because I heard what Mommy had just said.

“Sweetie... We love you,” said Mommy.

I can't pretend and reply to Mommy's words because, to be honest, after hearing that fact, it makes me lose my trust in people who are even close to me.

I returned to my room and cleaned myself, letting the shower water wet my head and wash away the traces of tears that were currently on my face. True, maybe I sound whiny for crying, but today was hard for me.

I can't even be mad at my parents and I don't have the courage to be either. They are the most precious people in my life and I never want to get them in trouble.

But in fact, they were disappointed in me because I was different from the others. I'm not as pretty as other kids, I'm not as friendly as other kids, and I'm not as brave as other kids.

“Is it my fault if I am different? I never even asked to be born at all,” I said with the tears that still flowed down my cheeks.

I never thought that I would experience deep heartache like this, which I can't even hold other people responsible for, because honestly, this is my own fault.

"I am the one who is responsible for my own feelings."

Is that true?