Chapter 4: Come Home
*Colin's point of view*
I have been totally in love with Aleeysha since preschool, and have managed to snag a job in her dad's shop. Surely I could win over her dad with my charming skills. But what of that, other guy, Darren I think. He has her totally smitten and even worse he doesn't look like he notices, because he's just as smitten.
I'll bet you, he hasn't even tried. He just some guy who can thinks he can get any girl he wants; probably just to mess with her. He can't possibly care about her as much as I do, considering he looks foreign, and I've never seen her with him until now. It disgusting how he just sweeps her off her feet, kisses her in such a cliché way, it's disturbing.
But no, I'll not have it that way. I'll have her totally mine, and there is no way that idiot Darren take her away. He doesn't deserve her. She deserves someone like me, and I know just how to do it.
*Back to Darren's point of view*
I was on break, in the back of the shop when my phone shrilled. I checked my pockets but remember, I had left my on the counter. I got up planning to get my phone, when Aleeysha burst in holding my phone.
I knew immediately something was wrong. Her eyes were sad, but her whole face was contorted with rage. I did my best to comfort her; I tried to slip my arm around her waist but she stepped out of my grasp.
"What's wrong?" I grabbed for her hand but she turned away from me.
Her words were clipped with anger. "You should know."
"Come on; tell me, so I can make you feel better."
"Sure, lying to me will make me feel a whole lot better."
"I don't know what you're talking about." She was seriously starting to scare me. I tried to make me face her, but I couldn't touch her. "Please, you're being totally unfair."
"UNFAIR!" she screeched, then her voice returned to its normal tone, although a bit shakier this time. "You're the one who's been unfair to me all along."
"Are you even going to tell me?"
"Why should I? You know exactly what I'm talking about."
"No, I don't. Otherwise we wouldn't be wasting our time on this useless conversation."
At this, she said nothing. On the outside, I may have seemed calm, maybe even angry, but inside, I was a tide of confusion and hurt. This was our first fight.
"Fine, if you won't tell me, then there's no point in being persistent."-a sob wracked her body, but I didn't rush to clutch her in my arms, no matter how much I wanted to-"Can I at least have my phone back?"
She set it on the table between us, her arm was shaking. I could cry for how much I wanted to be able to comfort her. I pushed it down, while I grabbed my phone. My hand lingered, by her closeness, but she was already too far from my reach.
I check my phone, to find it opened to a message, I've never seen before. I trembled with rage, so much that bile rose in my throat I swallowed it down. I didn't know what made me angrier; the fact that someone framed me for cheating on Aleeysha, or that she believed it.
"You seriously believe that I could cheat on you?"
"I caught you red-handed. There's no denying it"
"Oh God, this is all too wrong. I swear I've never seen this message. I'm not cheating on you with whoever this person is."
"What about the other messages? The opened ones?"
"What? I've been framed, Aleeysha. I'm your damn security guard, and your boyfriend, and you can't trust me?"
"I did trust, Darren, just not anymore."
I closed the distance between us, her back was stilled turned. I didn't touch her, but it was as close as you can get; instead I leaned in and whispered in her ear. "What will it take to get you back? I'll do it."
"Nothing." It rang finality and coldness; she stalked out of the room.
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I stood at my post for the rest of the day, staring down everyone enter and exit. I can't say I was in a good mood. I felt like picking a fight with every couple that entered, but in all honesty, I was so off that I probably couldn't win any of them.
Finally I was discharged, as my shift was done. I did not wait to drop off Aleeysha, to kiss her goodnight; I just left. Jackson told me I did not need to come back tomorrow; I guess he heard about the fight.
It turns out I wouldn't have gone to work anyways. I got a letter in the mail, with no return address and I knew it was from home. I knew it wouldn't be good, after all its very risky sending mail from an unknown place; I wonder how much they had to pay the person. I was right. There were only 2 sentences in the letter. It was brief, and unspecific. It read: Father's dead. Come home, immediately.