08-26-2011, 06:01 AM
CH 2 - Despise
Liliana took a look at her watch.I t was late for her too. She really didn't have any business to attend to, but she had to find another place to live. She knew she couldn't go back to Johnny's place. Except to pick her things up and leave right away, again.
When she returned to the apartment, there was no one there.
She began to take a look around, probably just trying to see if there was anything different from the time she had left until now.
There was quite a mess, but that was the usual wherever Johnny went. If it wasn't for her, he would probably prefer to sleep in a dumpster.
Then she focused on the motive of her visit. She began to look for the suitcase.
It was at the top of the closet.
It was too high for her, so she had to stand on her toes. She could barely reach the suitcase, and started pulling it as hard as she could.
When she was almost done taking it out of the closet, she pulled hard one last time, and in doing that, she discovered something not very pleasant.
The suitcase dragged with it a ton of pictures that got scattered all around her.
she didn't pay attention to it at first, since she was in a hurry, but she saw that there was someone in the picture that she hadn't seen before. It was a woman. Had blondish hair, was really skinny, pale like a ghost, and had a funny smile.
She shuffled through the pictures one by one. It was like a dagger at the heart. Johnny, the love of her life, being with another woman. The tears began to come out her eyes. They fell from her cheeks and onto the photos. One by one, the pictures began to drench in Liliana's sorrow. But then, Liliana heard a noise. It was the door. Someone was in the room! And she didn't get the feeling it was the landlord. She ran into the closet and stayed quiet. She tried to look through a little gap, and there she saw something worse than a picture.
It was Johnny, laughing and joking around. But make no mistake; he wasn't drunk and talking to himself. No. He had that plastic b**ch in his arms. He threw her on the bed, and began to make out; all in front of Liliana's watery eyes.
Liliana tried to look away, but she couldn't. The man she thought was a dream, had become a nightmare for her, and worst of all, it was a nightmare Liliana didn't want to wake up from. The pain was to overwhelming for her, and yet, she preferred to look and suffer. Then, a rush of adrenaline ran through her system. Jealousy began to take over her good common sense. She stormed out of the closet, grabbed a flower vase that was on a small table next to the bed, and hit Johnny on the head with it. The woman began to scream out of terror. Johnny wasn't moving, and her hands were stained in blood.
Liliana stared at the scene in confusion. She still hadn't grasped the seriousness of the situation. The screams of the plastic girl woke her up. Liliana turned around and left in a hurry. She run and run, with no direction.