Chapter 2 Hurt

EMILIA POV

I stared at the screen of my device, refusing to believe he would do this to me.

Of all days to hurt me, today?

Did he forget the plans we made? No, a plan I made for the both of us.

For goodness's sake!

We were supposed to meet at my place and spend some time together before the end of the day.

Why did he find it hard to take his calls? I wondered at this point, jumping off from the bed and pacing my large bedroom.

What is happening?

I walked back to the bed where I picked up my device.

My legs led me to the window and I opened the curtains, looking out of the space and gazing at the large compound with hopes that he was there.

He wasn't there.

"Damn it!" I cried and looked away, finding my way back to the bed where I took a seat.

Maybe he was busy and would reach out to me later.

The day had just begun, after all. There was more than enough time to see and spend together before the day ended.

But what if he doesn't show up?

My gaze led itself to the screen of my phone and again, I decided to dial his number.

My hands did the dialling and this time around, I was more than shocked at the response I got.

His phone was switched off.

How?

I lay on the bed and began to sulk.

This was not the first time I would be treated in this manner by Tristan.

He was like this several times in the past and even now. Why do I think he would wake up one morning and turn a new leaf?

My legs led me to the bathroom.

In a bid to forget about a man who had hurt me on several occasions, I walked back to the room and jerked my towel from the wardrobe where it stayed.

Once again, I led the way to the bathroom and on arrival, I stripped and stayed in the shower for quite some time.

It felt good.

At least, in the meantime. Tristan was not the right person to think of, since he has done this to me a lot of times.

After the moment in the shower, I grabbed the towel hung on the line and wrapped it around me.

My legs led me back into the room and for once, I gazed at my figure in the mirror, somewhere in the corner of my large room.

I would wait until evening.

And if Tristan does not make it to the apartment, or give me a call: I would be left with no choice but to do what I must do.

Who does he think he is to do these things to me? Does he think I would not be hurt? It has been over two years of being together with him in a relationship, and of truth, it is I who has been the backbone of our time.

There was never a day he brought gifts and flowers to my doorstep, while our yearly anniversary was never recalled by him, but by me who cried at the end of the day.

I have had enough.

I walked away from the mirror and caught up with the wardrobe.

What was I going to do today?

I had planned to spend it with Tristan. But according to the look of things, he didn't seem like he was going to show up in my apartment, nor would he give me a call.

How did I end up with such a man?

Now I picked one of the many gowns hanging in one of the many hangers in my wardrobe, and then walked to the bedside where I took a seat.

In moments, I was dressed for the day.

Not just for the day, but for my date with the man I love. If at all he was going to make it to the apartment, I didn't know yet.

After promising myself not to dial his number anymore, I picked up my phone in a bid to call. It was switched off, just as it was before I walked to the bathroom for a bath.

Without thinking twice, I flung the device on the bed and walked out of the room.

I led my way down the stairs, thoughts of what to have for breakfast, a thing to worry about.

Soon enough, I was leaning on the table in the kitchen. I looked around me, unsure of what to do next. My mind was not settled, and I thought of Tristan even though I promised not to have thoughts of him in my head.

How can I not?

He is a man I love and want to spend the rest of my life with, the last time I checked.

Why did he treat me like a piece of nonsense? Does he not love me? For goodness's sake, was two years not enough time to love me?

I got up from the table and walked to the burner. There, I rinsed the kitchen kettle, let some water into it, and turned on the burner.

My legs led me to one of the chairs where I sat and waited. Soon enough, the kettle alarm rang and I was standing in front of the burner once again.

I quickly mixed a coffee before pouring some of the boiled water into the mug.

Thereafter, I walked back to the chair after grabbing a pack of cookies, took a seat, and had my breakfast.

After eating, I did the dishes before heading to the living room.

A smile appeared on my countenance when the man who works at the gate, opened the large gate for a car to drive in.

Tristan had come.

The car drove into the compound, and I got ready to open the door of my apartment, although with a grimace on my face.

I was wrong.

It was not Tristan, neither was it his car.