Chapter 7.1 Punk's Story
"I hate you so much, Punk!
I watched her run away from me, tears falling from her face. I would have stopped her, but I couldn't move. I was in shock as why that word came out of my mouth. It wasn't supposed to come out like that. I felt a boulder fell on top of me with regret pummeling me downhill.
It was yesterday, out of the blue, Maria decided to break up with me. She wanted to be with John, again. Why are all women like that? Why do they always go back to their abusing ex-boyfriends? It never made sense to me. For some reason, the thought of Alana every being in that situation was provoking. As long as my heart was pumping blood, I wouldn't allow that for her. I'd get so frustrated, when that stupid girl thinks she can do anything she wants.
What bothered the most, Alana didn't try to find me, after my break-up. Even if she didn't know, she somehow was there at the right time. But this time, she didn't come to find me. It bothered me so much, that I had to find her. So the thought of Dean having sex with Alana was my last straw. Out came my anger. Out came those stupid words. The relationship between Alana and Dean was strange to me. If Dean made her happy, I had to accept it. But, the thought of them two made me feel like I would shatter into pieces if Alana lavished all her attention on Dean. I don't even know what to think or what to do.
I'd probably die.
The reason why I became close with there, with or without her realization, was because they were always together, in the good and bad times. She was not like every woman. I can speak my mind and she'd listen. My feelings were an open book to her. She was the only person, I open my feelings to. She was the only person that sees me cry. She accepted me and I felt like I meant something to her.
She was so different from Sylvia. Sylvia had to put a façade so everyone could like her. Alana wasn't like that. Even if she tried, she still is an upfront and honest girl. This was probably one of the reasons...why I began to like her.
I don't know why I feel this way.
"You like her, don't you?"
I turned around, surprised to see Roman watching him from the room.
"What?"
"You like that girl. It's so obvious, man." Roman smiled at me.
I thought about what he said. I really thought about what I really feel. I had to find her. Whatever the lengths may be, I had to bring her back. I would die for this girl. She doesn't know. I don't know how to tell her.
So, I like her.
I like her a lot.
I looked down on the ground, my eyes wandering around, trying to come to terms with myself and for her. Yes, I made up my mind. I like her. Even though, she hates me.
I walked towards the elevator, still feeling both happy and sad.
"Hey man, where you going?"
I saw Dean walk up to me as I pressed the elevator button. I stood there silent, frowning at him. There was no way in hell; he was stealing her from me.
"You can't possibly blame me for this, right? She's free to choose what she wants, man" Dean said, his hands in his pockets. He looked a little nervous, but he was just an outspoken as I was.
"Whatever, man. I'm going to find her. So you guys just wait here or just leave." I said, quietly, before heading inside the elevator.