Love Me Forever

All Alone

Chapter 5

“You know what, you are a spoilt brat” Sheila’s words pierced through my heart like a spear. I deserved it; everyone hated me, and my life sucked. I got home at ten; I couldn’t sleep or eat.

I drank a few glasses of vodka at the restaurant after Audrey and Sheila left; the drinks explained why my head ached like a pounding on the door. I couldn’t even remember how I got home. Although I could have walked since the restaurant was just a bend away from my house. I could get a car if I wanted one, but escapades like this were one of the reasons I never bought one; I preferred my bike.

Audrey would say my simplicity was only a disguise to avoid public attention. Going to Africa to help poor orphaned kids was next on my agenda since my love life sucked.

I needed to sleep in the arms of my lover, but I had already pissed everyone off. I was all alone now, with no one to call or assist me.

All I could remember now was how Jake looked into my eyes the first day we met, like I was the most beautiful girl in the world, how he brushed my curls back behind my ears when we were together and gave me the brightest smile I had ever seen.

I will never forget his touch on my cold hands the day we made out at his place after school hours. I was scared, and at the same time, I wanted him to make sweet love to me. As he kissed me on my lips, I thought I was going to melt. I had never felt anything so beautiful and electrifying simultaneously.

We were so attracted to each other that we couldn’t stay apart for a day. Sheila told me our relationship would end in tears and pain. If I had adhered to her warning, at least, I would not be in this mess right now.

The street was fast asleep now at West Street in Edison, but I couldn’t sleep when my body ached for Jake as I remembered how he fingered me to c*m one night at the restaurant where he worked.

Everyone was gone, and he was to lock up. We always resisted the urge to f**k, since he was scared that I was not yet eighteen. In my head, we were mature enough to make any decisions we wanted. I pleaded with him to stick his d**k in my p***y on some occasions when I couldn’t stand the torture of desire anymore!

He was livid with me on one occasion when I said we should run away together, so foolish of me to have suggested that. He looked into my eyes calmly after and said,” We have school, Claire, and a future we can’t compromise right now," also adding that

"your father would skin me alive.” I always wondered how he was always in control while I was crazy in love with him.

Maybe it was obvious, but I could not see that he never loved me, or perhaps he held back because he knew how powerful my family was.

Spring was beautiful, the flowers all robed in brilliant colors. I loved flowers and adored their beauty as I rode my bike to the flower shop, looking for the beautiful lilac species Dan loved.

After struggling with sleep last night, I finally dozed off into slumber at about 1 a.m. I woke up at the buzzing of my alarm, fed Minnie her much-loved milk, and took a shower in my small functional bathroom attached to my room. I chose to wear a knee-length dark green Prada gown that accentuated my curves and eye color.

Working at a fashion company came with many benefits; one of them included getting all kinds of designer clothes. Molly would often wink and get jealous of my outfits, as though I was showing off. I entered the office, which was well-lit with beautiful colored paintings hanging on the wall.

I sat down to sip a cup of coffee; Dan called and asked for me in his office. I stood up and met the stare of Molly at the entrance of my office, saying she was sorry for yesterday. I told her we were cool, and we shared a friendly hug.

I quickly rushed into Dan’s office with a sketch of what the opening gala event would look like, including the list of guests and designers who would attend. We said our pleasantries, and as I was about to give him the flowers, I heard a familiar voice from behind, Dan said,

“Here is who I called you to meet, our new client.”

“He is a movie producer and would like our services for his upcoming movie

” I turned around, and I almost fainted from who I saw.

“Jacob Martins?” he looked at me, and his eyes lightened with enthusiasm as he recognized that this was Claire Madison. Was I dreaming? I thought.

But this was for real. “Hello, Claire” Jake gave a formal pleasantry. “Hello Jake,” I replied.