Lured by the Captor

Chapter Seven

MILEY’S POV

I feel like s**t every time I wake up from bed. Melvin has still not replied nor called.

I want to move on but don’t know how. I feel I’m stuck, he just abandoned me on a road with a blindfold without explaining himself.

I feel so terrible. You know the kind of breakup where you have hopes that he’ll come back to you yet you’re soaked by anger that you wouldn’t even want to see or hear from him. That’s exactly how I feel, I’m angry at him yet I still have hopes that he will come back and make everything right.

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As usual, my eyes feel like they’re ready to pop out. I am very certain it has swollen up.

Honestly, I don’t feel like going to campus today but I promised my parents to be attached to my books and regular at college. I even despise truant students so there’s no way I’m becoming one. Besides I need fresh air and it’s also Monday morning. See? So many reasons to go.

I leisurely rise up from my bed to the bathroom. After my morning routine I move to my closet and changed from my pajama into jeans trousers and sweatshirt.

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The day will be over after my business communication class.

Mr Romeo is the lecturer of this subject. He reminds me so much of sir Anthony. The difference is, sir Romeo looks younger, taller and slimmer. He looks to be in his early thirty’s.

He has blonde curls. His glowing brown eyes almost looks like that of my aunt’s. He’ll be a perfect match for my aunt and I’m sure he will be the right man to melt my aunt’s icy-rock heart. I will think about pairing the two later, now my mind is not able to function properly. My heart is shattered so I’m not okay for now. ‘Yes it’s painful and maddening but it gets better with time’ so far this is the most sensible words I’ve heard from my subconscious. Thanks though, I needed it.

I can’t believe up until now I’m still hoping he calls or texts back.

My life is on a standstill and I must put a stop to all the emotional trauma before it gets out of hand. I won’t wallow in self-pity over a boy that doesn’t want me, at least I played a major role to make it work.

Instead of focusing on my studies, I’ve spent a whole year holding on or rather trying to sustain a relationship that didn’t exist.

He made the decision long ago without asking me. Unfortunately for my poor heart, my love story was one sides and it ended before it began.

At this point I need someone around me, someone that can look me in the eye and understand my pain and still assure me that this too shall pass.

I badly yearn and crave for a warm hug. I miss my mum’ hugs, the hug that I’ve grown used to, the only hug that solves all my problems.

I didn’t know I was silently crying until the lecturer called me.

“Miss Miley, why are you crying when I am busy explaining an assignment you had all wrong?”

Good job sir, announce my incompetence to the whole class so they can mock me. (Snort) The smart, brilliant and intelligent Miley is now non-rational and behind the class. I am not capable of scoring a mere assignment and I blame it all on him! I hardly study at home and when I do, it’s either I forget the following day or lose focus in the process. No amount or intake of honey can revive my memory.

He has managed to scheme his way in my head and has now gotten between my studies. I seem not to get anything right when I’m taught. The truth is I don’t pay attention, my mind is always occupied.

It’s high time I saw Kyle for assistance.

“No...............I mean I’m just emotional over something terrible that happened to my bestie in Brandenburg. She was amputated on her right leg as a result of a road accident she had over the weekend.” By the time I finished I sensed sweat beads forming on my forehead. Thank God I didn’t mention any name because I won’t forgive myself if it truly turns out to happen to any of my friends, God forbid.

“Sorry about that but please pay attention when I’m in class”. He still bombards me after all my struggle to get him a befitting explanation? He sternly looks at me, to make sure I heard him I nod and he goes back to what he was doing.

I’m new to love so this unexplainedly breakup has taken a toll on all aspect of my life. I’m so maddened that I pounce my fist on my desk unintentionally causing all my colleagues to look my way. I simply shrugged them off.

I might have loved you but, I won’t allow you to break me. I will move on with my life and prove to you that I can live without you. ‘Don’t do something you’ll later regret’ I won’t regret, I stubbornly fire back.

Even clock seems static to me, the day dragged on slowly and I’m now on my way home.

There’s a lot to do at home today and I must finish before my aunt comes home. She usually gets home at seven o’clock. I glance at my brown leather watch, I have barely three hours to accomplish my task. I need to have my brains occupied so if it takes doing things I will never do when politely asked or begged to then, so shall it be.

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Few hours later

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I am so exhausted; my back hurts like hell. I badly need a massage.

Earlier when I got home I indulged myself in tidying up the whole house. Need I remind you that my aunt’s house is bigger than our house in Brandenburg. I wonder why a single person will buy such a big house, to me it’s a waste of money.

There are five bedrooms in this house. There’re three master bedrooms, the remaining two rooms have an adjoined bathroom. My aunt lives in one of the master bedrooms of course, what did you expect? She’s good enough to let me have one of her master bedrooms.

I successfully unlocked all the rooms but the rooms that’s next to mine which is exhaustively locked wouldn’t budge. I didn’t really mind because there already were too many cleanings I had to catch up on.

Few minutes after I had finished, my aunt arrived and boy, need I describe the looks she gave me.

She looked impressed and wowed when she came in. She takes notice of the changes and thorough work I had done.

We have three maids that come in to generally clean the house every month. I can say my aunt is really doing well in life because I’m sure they charge a lot of money considering the size of the house. I saved her the stress and money this month.

She didn’t expect me to do all this. As a matter of fact I myself was surprised when I finished. These are some of the things broken heart can make you do. I smile despite myself.

“Oh my dear, did you do all this—“ she scans the place for the umpteenth time since she got back and adds “—just by yourself?”

“Just me aunt, I had no company” I proudly said.

“I sure am flabbergasted, with three maids this house is still big enough to wear them out once every month, I am delighted but you didn’t have to do all this. I’m very tired, I’ll be upstairs if anything”

“You are welcome”, I sarcastically mutter to myself as she walks away swaying her hips along.

A sincere “thank you” wouldn’t kill aunt Naomi, I pout.

I am worn out yes, but I don’t want to sleep just yet so apparently, I am sprawled on the couch with my legs stretched out and crossed on the centre table watching my favorite soap opera.

It’s a show titled “Today’s Woman”. It tells young ladies how to live their lives in order to become successful. It even features great women all over the world who come to share their success stories.

I must say this show has helped me to make bold decisions for myself.

I’m so in to the show when my aunt hurriedly descends the stairs yelling my name. For a moment there I feared she’ll trip and twist her leg.

“Miley!.........................”

“Miley....................” what has Miley done this time? I asked myself.

“Miley, did you by any chance unlock the door of the room next to yours?” She urgently asked that now I’m curious to know what’s special about that room and if I unlocked it or not.

“Take it easy and hush your voice aunt” I try to make her see reasons that it’s late and she’s yelling.

“Answer me! Did you?” I flinch by the harsh tone she used.

“No aunt I did not” she looks at me as if not believing.

“I tried to open it but my effort proved futile so I left”

“If you didn’t then that’s good. Don’t ever I repeat ever try to open that door.” With making sure she imprinted that in my brain she walks away when I nod.

Every right thing I do in this house turn out to bite in the end.

I angrily offed the television and carelessly tossed the remote on the couch. I suddenly lost interest in the educative program I was watching and storm to my room. I cried so hard I’m sure the whole neighbour’s heard.

I want to go to Brandenburg, I miss my loved ones in my hometown so much. I want to be that girl who is loved by all and worried about nothing. I miss my old self. I wish I hadn’t silently prayed to God to make me grow quickly.

I cried myself to sleep as usual. I guess I lied to myself when I said I won’t cry at night again.

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Do you think Miley is going through a phase of depression? She does a lot of crying lately.