An hour later, I make my way out of the loft.
Collins and Benny must be at work and Rogerâââ I guess he's in his room.
I don't bother telling him bye. I leave without making a fuzz about it, which usually isn't my way.
Once on the street, I walk up the road towards Joanne's and my flat.
I hope she has calmed herself down by now and isn't still mad at me.
Sighing, I walk up the stairs of the building, feeling a bit of pity for Mark.
I guess he might think I still have feelings for him, which – of course – isn't the case.
At this thought a tiny grin spreads over my face.
God, he is so cute. But that is just it. He's cute. Nothing more.
I unlock the door, meaning to sneak into Jo's room, cuddle up against her and let her tell me how sorry she feels.
I suppress the grin, still spreading across my face and enter the living room.
"Where were you?"
I look up. "Hey Pookie"
Damn, I didn't have this planned.
"Iâââ I've been for a little walk. Just had to get my mind cleared."
"You weren't at home this night.", Jo continues, with an angry voice, which isn't unusual for her. But this time she sounded really freaked out.
I begin to feel uncomfortable. There's something going wrong here. Why is she still angry?
"Pookie", I start again, walking towards her.
I sit down beside her and give her a hug, pressing my face against her neck. But just as I do so, she gets up and walks towards the other end of the room.
"Maureen, we can't go on like this. It just happens too often."
Now I'm in panic. She can't take all of this serious! I love her and she knows so why is she behaving like this?!!
Just now I realise the ready-packed suitcase beside the door.
My heart jumps. She can't do this!
"Maureen. I'll spend some time at my parents place."
"No! Pookie! Please no!"
I run up towards her, hugging her right arm tightly, to prevent her from picking up her suitcase.
"C'mon Maureen, you behave like a 4 year old."
Joanne sounds so terribly cold. Not like normally when I can make her laugh with such a thing.
I let go of her arm and look at her crossly without really wanting to.
She looks away and takes her luggage. "Bye."
I could swear her voice was trembling.
As would mine have been if I had said something, but I didn't. I could hardly believe what was happening.
