Misery Is Sweet

Chapter 5 Making Plans

Meika's POV

This whole little dorm is tiny, I feel as if I am staying in a closet.. it makes me feel like Harry Potter. So it's no surprise as I look around the room at all the equally tiny things filling it, that the mirror fits the bill for matching everything in its unique tininess.

I lean in over the sink that slightly hovers over the toilet because whoever put together these rooms just wanted to make sure they got the toilet, sink, and shower all in here, not caring where anything sat. I touch gently over my cheek that's starting to swell slightly from the amazing hand-to-hand combat it has endured unwillingly.

It's changing colors as well as I continue to observe the damage done to this once pretty face. Ugh.. this sucks. I cringe and hiss in pain when I apparently touch the one sensitive spot that got hit initially. I touch it a couple more times for good measure because I'm an i***t and have to feel the pain before I can even start to appreciate what it is doing for me now. I am a person who says you have to make mistakes to learn from them and this bruise here is teaching me a couple of lessons.

The first lesson, don't push buttons with my father and brother because apparently they were holding back over the years and now they are letting loose.. learned that lesson. That's hard for me to do though because when I'm in the moment I talk a lot of sh*t.. I'm like a feisty little chihuahua... I know I'm not big but I know I can do some damage.. even if it's just mental damage.

The second lesson, even if I don't initially cause something to happen doesn't mean it won't drastically affect me.. so no matter what I should prepare my heart for any sudden changes to my life.

You don't think when you're thinking of family that you would have to prepare to be ostracized in a single second, but here I am on my own island now after just that happening. So if my only family would do this, then I bet anyone else would do that to me.. I'm going to be single and alone forever if this is how everyone can be. This is going to be hard.. maybe this is the time that I start thinking of something new for myself.. no more comfortable with family business maybe I start saving up to head out of this paradise and on to a better paradise for myself.. stability and not one ounce of dependability on anyone else but me. Maybe this is the time for me to really put my skills to the test making and creating a life of my own that I want.

Yeah.. that's exactly what I need is to stop making every move because of what would be best for my father, the family appearance, the company opinion or what anyone else thinks of me.. this is the age of a new Era.. where Meika does whatever Meika wants. I deserve that.

I have been working so hard for everyone else that just imagine what I could do for myself if I decide to start working hard for just me and no one else.. well.. until I get a man and eventually have kids if that ever happens because I would have to put the family first together, not just myself but that's a big stretch when I don't even have a man yet... But either way, I bet I could do amazing things.

So it's decided... I'm saving up money to leave this place and start out fresh without knowing anyone and definitely not having anything to hold me back as I strive on my own like independent women do.. because I know I can do it and someone had to believe in me since no one else does.

Well I mean Kristoff seemed like he knew my capabilities.. yea.. but he might just be being nice to make me feel better since I took multiple hard blows today... But he was staring at me like he was interested... I still go back to the thought that he was just being nice. Besides, how do you know when someone's interested.. have I ever had someone who was actually interested in me? The answer is no.

I sit there and have an internal argument with myself like I pretend to imagine that normal people do. I huff out brushing my hair as I stare at myself in the mirror.

I don't look too bad with this bruise and cut lip. I look kind of badass as if I might have kicked some ass.. or maybe I just look like I got my ass handed to me but either way, it's almost.. dangerous.

I run my hand through my hair to separate it down the middle as I start to French braid one half from the top all the way down to the bottom which is still halfway down my back... I have tons of hair and have to restrain it somehow. I do the other half of my hair the same way, not looking half as bad. Luckily I'm short so this tiny room fits my size almost perfectly but someone like Kristoff wouldn't survive too long in here.. he has got to be at least a foot taller than me but I'm a girl who has always liked to climb trees so I don't mind his height one bit.

Wait... I digress once again to Kristoff... I need to stop this sh*t... I always thought about him before, but not this much... but seeing a side of him I never saw before being so gentle and comforting with me, even protective for me today has implanted enticing, imagined thoughts of when it comes to him and I apparently because that would never actually happen.

I can't let it happen because I just decided I'm leaving.. and getting attached even more to this man than leaving will just break my heart and if he is even remotely interested in me like I am him then it would hurt him too.. but it's safe to say that after today watching me lose everything and seeing my problems first hand I can almost guarantee that he won't be coming around often.. he was just being nice. I only saw him all the time because he works for my father personally, other than that I won't see him. I sadly think this to myself as I take the damp wash cloth just to tap it over the top of my broken open lip. The now-dried blood washes away instantly showing how swollen my lip is. I look like I got some lip work done for sure.. doesn't look too bad maybe that's what I need to do to look more attractive, get into a fight to make my face plump and dangerous with the mystery of how I got these wounds. I laugh at my silly thoughts before finishing cleaning off my face.

I walk out of the bathroom and to my bed, staring down at it before I just let my exhausted body collapse on top of it. I bounce only a couple of times on my back before staring up at the ceiling. I let out a deep breath, closing my eyes as a light knocking on my door reverberates through this tiny area.

I open my eyes looking over at my door, curious about who that must be because no one knows what room I'm in.. no one but.. Kristoff. I hop out of bed because need I to say anything else to convince me otherwise. Nope.

I stand in front of the door feeling nervous now to see him, I let out a deep breath before opening the door to see Kristoff who was turning around and leaving.

"Hey, Kris," I say softly since it is in the late hours of the night at this point, and employees might be sleeping. He flips around to the sound of my voice as I watch a smile emerge. "Hey, Meika.. um.. sorry to bother you... I know you said you were going to be going to sleep.. but I thought you might need some ice for your cheek and lips." He says to me as I watch his eyes linger on my lips... I don't know if that's because he is intrigued by lips or because they look that beat up.

"Thanks, it would help. I just cleaned it up so it doesn't look as bad, but still bad." I state as he replies playfully. "Um, badass is the word I think you're looking for." I giggle at that as I state. "You know I did think for a second that I looked almost dangerous.. like I didn't get my ass handed to me, that maybe I might have handed out an ass whooping," I state just as humorously to him as he adds on. "Well we could always start a fun rumor about just that and I'll play the witness like... Oh man, guys you should have seen the other guy.. whoo.. she really kicked his ass! we're going to say it was a guy so you sound even more badass."

I laugh louder than I anticipated as I quickly quiet myself down by covering my mouth. "Sorry," I say between my fingers just hoping no one comes out mad at me. He reaches out handing me the Ice in a plastic bag creating a cold puddle inside the bag. I willingly take it, pressing it lightly over my cheek and lip. I cringe for a second at the contact as I watch him step forward taking the ice from my hand, using one hand to hold my chin up and the other to hold the ice on my cheek. He stares down at the bag of ice and then at me before replying. "Don't worry about it Meika, most of the people who live down this hallway work nights, so they won't get here until later. So you can make me feel funny, all you want."

I shake my head in his hand instinctively as I giggle more but making it hurt this time. I hiss as he steps closer to me just to numb my pain a little more with the frozen blocks of ice in this bag.

"Thanks for getting the ice for me," I say softly to him since he is in such proximity to me now. "I just had to make sure you were alright. I want you to know this isn't right what they did to you. I'm sorry this is happening.. especially to you... you have always been so nice to everyone around you.. even me." He replies just as softly to me.

"Of course, you're so sweet I have no reason to be mean to you... if you give me a reason then I might have to do this to you to prove a point." I state with a smile on my face as I point to my cheek, taking the ice from his hand. This makes him laugh and match his smile with mine.

"Oh no... I wouldn't want to give this beautiful woman a reason to harass me, now would I?" He states in such a playful tone that his iconic smirk has to join his stunning features before I watch him shove his hands into his pockets then leaning up against the door frame almost hovering over me now.

"Well, I would bet that if I were to harass you... then you would get tired of me pretty quickly. Quicker than normal at least." I state to him as he retorts. "I would take that bet... I bet you would get tired of me way faster than I ever would get tired of you."

I scoff at that comment before replying. "Oh yes, I could see you everyday day and I wouldn't get tired of that." I mock him as he steps closer saying right back in response. "I could spend every day with you, all day and I promise I wouldn't get tired of you ever." He tops my response making me laugh as I shake my head at that.

"Well, maybe you should just hang out with me first before you start making promises you can't keep," I say poking his chest still staring deep into his gorgeous eyes that I could easily get lost in. He clears his throat saying. "We maybe we should hang out.. tomorrow... I could take you to my secret spot to smoke a little."

I act as if I have to think about what I should answer, even though I already know the answer. "Yea.. that sounds.. fun... I can't wait.. see you tomorrow then Kris.. thanks again for the ice." I say stepping back into my room as I slowly shut the door before I get myself in trouble with this new neighbor hottie.

I turn around leaning against the door as I hear him say through it to me... "Sweet dreams Meika." I smile as I let out the breath I never even knew I was holding in. I think I actually have some kind of connection with him and for once I'm doing something I want to do... good for me.. a step in the right direction. I walk away from the door flopping back into my bed setting the ice on my head just trying to relax just to pass out and get some much-needed sleep.