• Did You Hear ? She Made The Playboy Cry !

    Chapter Four: Now What ?

    Angelina P.O.V


    I got up and moved as far away from him as I could. It was torture even looking at his face.

    “I’m sorry” Zaine mumbled, pleading with his eyes.

    I laughed manically “Oh your sorry are you, for which part? Stepping over me? Not saying anything about the rumors? Letting your friend pour juice all over me?”

    “I know I’m a jerk, but at least I’m saying sorry now”

    “But you kidnapped me to do it. I don’t know where the hell I am, for all I know this is not even your house”

    “Angel you have every right to be angry with me but please I’m sorry”

    “Don’t call me that”

    “But Ange-“

    “Don’t”

    But it was too late the memory came rushing back, like I was watching it on a T.V screen behind my eyes. I could still see Zaine but the memory played on top. . .

    I was cuddling up with Ayden on my sofa watching Tom and Jerry. He was absentmindedly playing with my hair, it felt nice.

    “Angelina?”

    “Hmm” I answered.

    “Do you know what your name is?” He asked. I shook my head “its Angel and Lina put together, I like it because you’re my Angel, and I love you”

    I smiled up at him, it was the first time he’d said it. I leaned in and kissed him. I pulled back for air but I wasn’t done yet, I leaned in again, showing rather than telling him how much I loved him.

    ***********************************

    I was walking down the corridor at school, a massive grin on my face, it was my birthday today, I hadn’t seen Ayden yet but I had next period with him. I was stopping off to get my books first. I opened my locker and I froze. Inside was a little fairy cake. On it someone had stuck an edible Angel.

    I picked up the card from the side, it read;

    I love you Angel, you’re the reason why I get up in the morning I hope you have a amazing birthday, Ayden xxx P.S the angel on the cake is supposed to be you, J

    Tears welled up in my eyes, it was so romantic. I turned to the little purple box next to the cake inside was a ring. It was so pretty; with sapphire gems emblazed on the outside, inside was an inscription. It read, my Angel.


    I snapped back to reality. When I looked around me I found myself collapsed on the floor in a corner, my arms wrapped around my knees. How did I get like this? Zaine was watching me wearily from across the room. I untangled myself and got up.

    “Are you alright?” He asked.

    “Don’t act like you care” I spat back at him.

    “I do your my friend Ang- Lina of course I care about you”

    “Prove it” I demanded “If I matter then prove it”

    “How?”

    “Use your imagination”

    I stomped from the room and down the hallway. I pulled open the front door cold air blasting my fragile body; I wrapped my arms around myself trying to get warm. I stalked half-way down the drive way when I realized I had no means of getting home. I turned back to see Zaine watching me from the front door. He flicked something at me and instinctively I caught it. It was car keys.

    “I’m not saying thank you, you know” I said frostily.

    “Didn’t expect you too” He said closing the front door on me.

    I smiled briefly before pressing the button on the key. A red BMW flashed at me, damn and I hoped he’d given me the keys to his SUV or his Hummer. I climbed in the car and looked around. Flowers? What was this his mum’s car? Oh well, he wasn’t getting it back for now. I put the car into gear and backed out the driveway.

    I pulled up onto the curb outside my house, all the lights were off. I glanced at the clock, it was pretty late, where was dad? I clambered out the car and into my house, flicking on the lights as I made my way to the kitchen. A note was stuck to the fridge.

    Going out with boss be back late, money for pizza in cookie jar, love ya – dad x

    Great, I thought, pizza. Ignoring the money I went upstairs to run myself a bath. I pulled off my clothes and gently peeled off my bandage. I looked at my mangled wrist. The lines were a clean cut, none of them overlapping. Not that that made it any better. I gently washed away the dried blood with my flannel. It stung a bit, well the cuts were fresh.

    I slipped into my pajamas; yes I’m so sad I still wear PJ’s. I curled up with my duvet on the sofa, I flicked the T.V on. Gossip girl was playing. I loved Gossip Girl, Dan was my favorite he was so hot. But not better than my Ayden, no one was. My heart throbbed unevenly, stop thinking about him Angelina! It’s not good for you, maybe in 10 years when you’ve healed but not now.

    But that didn’t stop me rocking back and forth, crying my eyes out. That didn’t stop me when my dad came home and saw the condition I was in. It didn’t stop when I heard him begging me to stop crying and tell him what was wrong. Eventually I muttered one last word before I fell asleep.

    “Ayden...”

    Tony (Angelina’s dad) P.O.V


    I came home and she was crying her eyes out. The T.V was off; she was sitting in the dark rocking back and forth crying. She was scaring me. I remember how bad it was just after Ayden passed on. I came home to find my girl, passed out, cold, immobile on the bathroom floor. I’d called the ambulance. They said I was lucky to have found her when I did. Any later and I would have lost her forever.

    I tried to keep watch of her I did, but I had to work to support us. I went to work worrying about Angelina, and came home worry about work. It frightened my sometimes, to see how much she’d loved this boy, how much pain she was really in. I thought she was getting better.

    I thought that maybe if we moved, different scenery, different people, new friends, I thought that would help heal her maybe. But apparently where ever we went the hurt was the same. I tucked her sleeping frame into her bed. She’d lost a lot of weight, I could carry her easily now. I was scared that she was wasting away in front of me.

    I wanted to take her to the doctors, but I thought that it might frighten her if anything, cause her to do more harm to herself. It’d been 8 months since Ayden died. And she was still broken up, I knew she loved this boy but it was only now I was finding out the extent. 2 and a half years they were together for. 2 and a half years. That’s longer than me and Lina’s mother. We were only together about a year, maybe even less.

    As I moved her arm I caught sight of her wrist, I felt sick to my stomach when I saw the fresh cuts there. I thought she’d stopped this, didn’t she know how much pain this was putting ME through. I rubbed some Vaseline over them and she rolled over curling up into a ball. She looked like her mother when she slept. She was beautiful.

    Tomorrow I would take her to the doctors, no arguments she needed to talk to someone any one. Since clearly she can’t talk to me, and do you know what? That’s the part that hurt the most.

    Zaine P.O.V


    I lay in my bed that night thinking about her. No other girl had made me do that. But three days in my life and already Angelina was keeping me up. ‘Prove it’ was all that was replying in my mind. Prove it how? I screamed in my thoughts frustrated. Why do you even care? The little voice asked me. But I had no answer, why did I care?

    Was it because Angelina was different, because she didn’t care for my charms, she treated me like just a friend. I think it was her generally. She seemed so closed in on herself fragile. When I thought about her sitting in the corner of my front room today, I knew something was seriously wrong with her. Bad experiences, memories whatever it was it was eating her alive.

    I wanted her to talk to me. When I saw her expression in the coffee house I nearly broke down. She looked so weak, so used to it, so pathetic. There was no other way to describe it. She looked so hurt, but hurt deeply. I rolled over, trying to nod off to sleep. But all I could see was Angelina’s pretty face screwed up in anger at me. ‘Prove it’ she kept yelling.

    Prove it... Prove it....... Prove it............


    ***********************************


    I woke up to my alarm blaring loudly. I jumped up and hit the snooze button. I really didn’t feel like going school today. But I got up anyway, I parked my car in the usual spot, smiling when I thought of Angelina parking next to me. I trudged off to French, Mrs Kingsley was strict about being late she really didn’t like it. I walked in and nearly the whole class was in, all except Angelina. Was she not coming in today?

    She came in 10 minutes late, I stopped breathing when I saw her, she looked rough. Was it my fault? She didn’t look at me as she made her way to the back. She sat down next to my, flipping her hair over her shoulder so I couldn’t see her face. Her hair looked like liquid chocolate. It was so thick, so wavy and long. I caught myself staring.

    I blinked and turned to the front, I glanced at the clock. Whoa there was only 5 minutes left, where had the lesson gone. I looked around in a daze; everyone was bent over their books writing in silence. I looked down at my table; I hadn’t even taken my book out. I blinked a couple more times, had I really just spaced out for 55 minutes.

    I looked at Angelina’s book she’d written 2 pages in her neat handwriting. Just then the bell went, I was the first person to get out their seat and leave the room. I was walking to gym when Josh, Henry and Matthew appeared at my side.

    “Hey” I said, bumping fists with each of them In turn.

    We made our way to gym the usual groupies flocking around us. We flirted and paid little attention to them as usual. I saw Bianca in the crowd smiling up at Henry; he was blissfully checking her out. Wait a sec; wasn’t she going out with that Jeremy dude?

    I grabbed Henry by the arm and whispered “She’s taken” In his ear. He frowned at me before turning away from her.

    “Zaine” I quiet voice whispered behind me.

    I turned around, surprised I could even here her over the noise we were making. Angelina stood behind me holding her folders to her fragile chest. She looked worse up close, her eyes had a gray tinge to them and her skin looked waxy. She looked like a newly widow. I wrapped my arm over her shoulder pulling her along with me. We both had gym.

    “Zaine, what are you doing?” She whined.

    “Proving it” I whispered into her ear.

    Angelina P.O.V


    How was this proving anything? This was going to make the rumors worse? Did he want me to be killed was that it? I tried to wiggle free but I was just too weak, or he was just too strong. He left me at the girls changing rooms.

    “By buddy” He called before slapping my back. My knees nearly buckled it was so unexpected.

    I walked into the changing room shock etched on my face, Bianca pounced on me straight away, pulling me in front of a mirror, she plonked her make-up bang on the sink before attacking my hair. I stared at her in the mirror.

    “What?” She asked “You have to be looking good for your boyfriend now don’t you?”

    “Zaine’s not my boyfriend” Ayden is, I added in my head.

    “Oh well, who says a girl can’t randomly look pretty”

    ***********************************


    It took us 20 mins to get dressed and prettify ourselves. My hair had been brushed out, and my fringe had been combed to the side. She’d lightly added peach lip gloss to my lips and a few touches of foundation to hide my bags. She layered me with mascara but no eyeliner. I blushed as we stepped onto the volley ball court. A couple of the boys wolf whistled.

    Bianca basked in the glory, whilst I tried to hide behind her. Zaine and his blond bimbo friend, whose name I wasn’t planning on remembering, were team captains. I nearly died of shock when Zaine chose me to be on his team first and then let me pick Bianca second. I was even more surprised when he pulled me into a hug when I scored the winning point.

    I pulled back looking at him, my eyes were wide open, horrified, I did not want to be centre of attention. His friend Matthew kept giving me dirty looks, I finally couldn’t take it, I stuck my tongue out at him the next time he screw faced me. He raised his eyebrows shocked and stuck his tongue out at me. He came over to me, and Zaine.

    “Dude what are you doing, have you forgot Mason already?” Matthew whispered loudly into Zaine’s ear. I figured he done it on purpose so I could here and leave his precious Zaine alone. If only he knew that it was Zaine who wouldn’t leave me alone.

    I saw Zaine tense up his jaw clenched together. “Don’t mention it again” He said threateningly before stalking away.

    I turned back to the game just in time to get whacked in the face by a ball. I fell over with the impact. Zaine’s dumb blond bimbo b***h was smirking at me; I knew she’d done it on purpose. I’d fallen down on my wrist. The blood was starting to seep through my long-sleeved T-shirt.

    “Sh*t!” I hissed running to the changing rooms before anyone saw.

    I wasn’t an attention seeker, and I was an addict. I was going to stop; my dad was taking me to get help this afternoon. I looked at my ashamed face in the mirror.

    “PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER!!” I yelled into the mirror before punching it. The shattered glass fell to pieces by my feet.