Chapter 3

"Can I have my wrist back?" I stared down at her hand that softly clutched my wrist like a bracelet and she released me.

I carried my plate and averted my gaze to Cameron who was silent throughout the entire conversation that I forgot he was even present. I gave him a small nod and my eyes fell on my mother once more.

"I'll be in my room." I croaked, fighting back the welled up tears in my eyes.

After washing my plate, I heaved a sigh of relief when I got into the warm place I called my room. With my back plastered on the already closed door, I rested the back of my head with my eyes shut.

Slowly, a tear trickled down my left cheek and another followed it's path. I couldn't hold it in anymore. It felt like my body was being weighed down by a grand piano, making me feel helpless.

"No..." Maya said softly and my ears picked up the sound of her light footsteps towards where I stood. "Don't do that, please."

She enveloped me in a hug and held me tight like it was going to be our last–my hands hung beside me with my shoulders fallen.

"Everything would be fine," she said softly.

"I doubt." I muffled and hugged her back with my eyes open.

I didn't see why you tie the knot with someone to separate after two kids. To think that I wanted to be like my parents with my significant other. Wasn't marriage for better for worse?

Few hours ago I was upset my father was too busy being chief of police–totally forgetting my parents were filing for a divorce. I cried a little in Maya's arms before she led me to my bed.

"I want you to know that I love you and I'm always here for you." She swiped a tear off my cheek and gave me a small smile, which I tried to mirror but failed.

"Thank you." It came out more like a whisper and I couldn't ask the Lord for a better human diary. Maya was absolutely the best.

"Remember we have a party to attend." She shoved me playfully. "And Bellamy would be there."

I snapped my head up and felt a light tug in my heart. The piano was gradually lifted from my shoulders.

"Shut up!" My eyes widened before I smiled slowly. "Did I tell you he spoke to me on Friday?"

"Shut up!" Maya beamed and amusement flashed in her eyes. She slapped her laps and waited for me to tell her everything.

"I'm dead serious." I nodded my head and laid on my back. "He introduced himself and said he had been seeing me around but never got the chance to say hello."

"Gee!" Maya shouted gleefully with a hand over her mouth. "But-"

She hesitated and I rolled my eyes. Here we go again. She was going to make her distaste for him known to me.

"Listen." She shook me with her hands on both shoulders. "Why is he talking to you all of a sudden?"

"Beats me. I don't care, as long as I got to tell him how much I love him." I smiled with dreamy eyes.

"Are you-" she gasped. "As if! I know you. You're always duhhh duhh dumbo when he's around."

We snickered and there was a light knock on my door, drawing my attention away from Maya who was yapping about not liking Bellamy because he was popular.

"We aren't nerds you know." I pointed a fact to her before getting to my feet.

The door creaked open and my mother peered her head into my room. Her black hair was packed in a messy bun with loose strands plainly laying around her fore head.

She stepped into my room and the air became thick with something I couldn't place my finger on.

"Your father said to tell you he'll be coming around to take you for some ice cream tomorrow." Dry toned my mother and I responded with a nod.

Just as she turned, Maya stepped on my feet and mouthed 'tell her about the party.'

"Mom." I called and she spun immediately like she had been waiting for me to reach out to her. 

"Yes?" Her eyes brightened. "You want me to tell your father you can't go?"

"Mum, I and Maya would be going for a project at a friends house," I said,  while looking at my feet. "And I'll go with dad to get some ice cream tomorrow."

"What project?" she questioned, her eyes never leaving my face and I looked at Maya for help.

"We were paired into groups and asked to show the beauty of fashion and arts. We choose paintings and also picture taking." Maya said with confidence.

Wow! What a very stupid reason. I widened my eyes at Maya, but to my surprise mom accepted.

"Ok, but don't be late," she said. "You can tell me if you don't want to go out with your father."

"Mom, I'll be fine." I assured her. With that, she left my room and when we were sure she had gotten into her room–we squealed.

"You see, I'm a genius." Maya praised her self.

"Yeah, in being stupid. It was a very stupid thing to say," I said sharply, while bringing out my cloths from my wardrobe.

"Hey, did you have a better idea?" She asked sarcastically.