Chapter 6 MONTI'S BETRAYAL.

Monti held Lucy's hand so tightly.

'I thought you were my friend,' she said. 'Would a friend do this to each other?' she asked.

'Yes, I was. But not again!'

'Wow!' Monti was shocked.

'You took someone I love away from me, you fat bitch, and you expect me to call you my friend!' Lucy exclaimed.

'You called me a fat bitch, Lucy.Howdare you call me fat bitch? I thought you were supposed to be my best friend; maybe I was wrong.'

'Who cares about a fat lady? Are you not supposed to be in your right senses to think that I would never be friends with you, a fat loser? Except for Eli, who seems to be so blind to see you, of course,' she laughed sarcastically.

'That's so hard to believe,' she concluded.

'It all seems that I don't even know you,' Monti cried. 'We have been friends for two good years. You have never behaved this way.'

'Now you know I do behave this way, you slut, fat bastard.' Lucy replied.

Monti wanted to swing her hair in pain to get rid of the words rumbling from her mouth. She couldn't; she respected her friend more than she did respect herself.

"Get out of here before I shred you to pieces, Lucy! You must have watched me slap and punch. You will be the first person I beat, and I wouldn't care to get expelled for that. Get out, you foe!' she yelled.

'Do you think you have won, Monti? You can beat me and get expelled. I am just getting started with you. I will get your boyfriend. Trust me, I will leave you with no one, nothing!' Lucy said as she walked out of her presence.

Monti cried; she clasped her hands and shook her hair. She didn't even like the guy her friend was yelling over. Lucy has left her. Her mom has traveled elsewhere; she didn't even know whom to trust.

Rage rises as she remembers her mom cheating with her boyfriend insinuating that she wasn't conscious of it .Her only friend is fighting her because of Eli, a guy in grade eleven whom she doesn't find attractive.

No one wanted her, 'a fat bastard,' as Lucy called her. Feeling overpowered by her rage, she walked towards the mirror close to the door of their room. The mirror they once shared together, she broke it with her fist; blood came out of her hand immediately.

She cleaned the blood with her shirt; it kept rushing out. She repeated the process of cleaning it with her shirt. Fearing anyone might have heard the noise, she bent to pick up all the broken pieces on the floor, caring less about the blood spilling out of her hand. Her phone buzzed again. It was an unknown number.

She thought it must have been her mom; she hadn't called since two days after she reached Florida. She felt gladness overwhelm her heart; she was eager to speak with her mother. She ran into the bathroom and locked the door.

"Hello."

"Hello," it was a male voice.

Fearing it might be Mark, who hadn't called her since the incident with her mom, she wasn't expecting him to call, though she was sure he wouldn't.

"This is Lumos," the stranger said.

Monti started to think of all the possibilities of how she met a man called Lumos.

"Your father..." he said.

Monti was shocked. "My father. This is indeed a strange thing to happen," she thought.

"I received a message from my assistant yesterday about the house you put on sale. We would love to purchase it," he continued.

"Well, I don't think I would sell the house to you."

"For what reasons?"He asked.

"No certain reason." She chuckled, yet feeling pain.

"You didn't even call to check on your only daughter. You called to buy an ordinary house, which one is more precious? Your daughter, whom you longed to connect with, or a square-meter house that you wouldn't even live in?" Monti asked.

"Erm... I was just..." Monti ended the call.

"What is all this?" she asked herself.

"Why am I so unlucky today?" The call came in again. She picked up the call once again.

"Mr. Lumos, don't you think you are invading my privacy?" She asked.

"Monti, I wish to see you." "Me? You neglected me eleven years ago. I only had my mother; your family rejected us. What else do you wish to see in me?."

"You know, it has been a while since I saw you, though. Don't you wish to see me too?"

"I don't think so. You are still angry and soon will get over it."

"What did you say?"

You heard me right, Monti. I am still your father, regardless!"

"Okay, Monti laughed; I guess you must have taken something alcoholic or smoked cocaine, Monti said."

"It seems your mother did no good by raising you without teaching you morals. Well ,how can I purchase the house?" He asked.

" Contact my mom."

"I contacted your mom; she says she has nothing to do with this."

"Neither do I."

"Monti!!" he shouted. I will be using the house for the preparation of my wedding. I need to pack all the unnecessary luggage we have into it. We also considered using the back view of the house for our engagement photos; it has a good mountainside."

"Congratulations! For that same reason, the house is not for sale."

"Then why did you place it on sale?"

"Mr. Lumos, you can do yourself justice by looking for another house on sale whose side view or back view has a great mountainside. There are many in Los Angeles and perhaps in Florida. Now ,I understand that If you could look for my contact because of the house on sale, irrespective of where you saw it from, you could have gotten my contact if you needed me all these years."

"I ... it's hard to explain." He clears his throat.

"It is quite saddening that you have forgotten your daughter's birthday; you celebrated with her for a good five years. Everything changed immediately when I turned six. Well, thank you all for making my day worse than it was.

I am giving a very strict warning: don't call me again. Thank you,"she said, ending the call.

Monti cried. Her heart was failing her, her bones were weak, her eyes were turning dim; she thought she was tired and wanted to rest. The blood from her wrist came out slowly at first, but now it doesn't seem to stop rushing out. Her eyes are getting dimmer; she wanted to sit, she wanted to rest, but she couldn't; she felt too big to sit. She hates herself; she hates her world. Suddenly, she couldn't hear anything; she spoke but couldn't hear.

She wanted to scream but was too silent. Her eyes were getting closer, and she fell to the ground. She remembered the glass she broke; she fell on it, and her body swung in pain.

A little bit sad.

A little glad.

She prayed silently,

'If there is another world to come,

she mustn't be fat.'

Maybe with that alone

Her world would change

Her parents,

Her friends.

She prayed for a rich and handsome boyfriend, not a betrayal like Mark, whom she thought she could manage to make her bullies and haters jealous.

She also wished for someone whose voice is bold and clear, but definitely not like Eli's.

Tears rolled down her eyes.

She made a little grin.

Her eyes closed.