Russeli's POV.
After she left the hall, I thought it was my moment of victory as I leaned back to the chair, but the whispers I heard in my back made me stop smiling, many eyes were on me and I am sure that they must have recognised me.
Girls are just so troublesome, I.wish I had made her leave in a less crowded place, I stood up and went after her.
Outside the hall, I saw her walking away. "Yvonne, Yvonne!" I called out but she didn't stop so I ran to her and held her hands.
She halts and turns to me in anger. "Why, why are you after me?" She asked me and I sighed in my heart, I had only come after her because I couldn't bear the stare I received inside and she would have just not spoken it out loud that I was using her.
"This is supposed to be a date, but you are running off, whereas you did not see the show till the end," I said in a calm voice that made her angrier.
"What!" She raised her chin to look up at me furiously. "You expect me to sit and pretend I am alright? No, I can't!"
"Was it because of the word I said earlier?" I chuckled. "Don't be like this, we all know that this is a date, remember we only met for the first time today."
"I ought to be on a date, but it doesn't look like one." She told me with a hoarse voice and I wondered what she meant. We had lunch together and watched a music contest. What wasn't a date?
"Is it because I did not do the man stuff?" I touched my nose and looked around, there were few people since many were still inside watching the contest. I held her hands and pulled her into a hug. "Will this do?" I asked.
"Are you playing with me right now?" She asked, but didn't pull away, who will when I am damn attractive? She must be blushing right now, but I can't see her face since I was still hugging her.
"Let’s just act like normal people on a date, just for today okay?" I smile and pull away, I look at her small face, she is a pretty girl, but I was not attracted to her. "Yvonne, why don't we go to the game centre since we missed the contest already."
She scoffed. "You are good at acting too." I was glad when she finally dropped the offence, I would never want to spend my life with someone who takes things seriously and gets angry over little things as we had just met only today.
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I came back home late after sending Yvonne home. She was the first girl I drove home after a date. I just felt that if I do all that, maybe it will make my dad forsake the date. I was already tired of meeting ladies of a different class.
I had something to say to my dad so I went to his study room but I realised it was already late and he might be asleep, so I turned to leave for my room. Just as I walked upstairs to the lobby I saw the figure of our maid walking towards my direction.
"Good evening." She said to me with her eyes on her feet as she walked past me in a swift move, I knew she had been avoiding me or was avoiding me, that's what someone guilty of an offence does.
"Hey!" I called out and she stopped, she turned slowly without looking up. "Are you done?" I asked with an angry voice.
"No, I am not." She said softly, her hands were gripping the hem of her dress, she must be terrified at the tune of my voice but, I still don't care.
"Why?"
"I find it difficult, and I am trying my best." She pressed her lips together as she gently raised her head to look at me, but in a swift move she looked down at her feet again like my face terrifies her, and her feet give her comfort. "I am sorry."
Hearing that word made me hold my chest as I felt a tiny prickle. I glared at her in anger. "How many times do I have to tell you not to say such words again to me." I scowl.
"I am sorry, I don't mean to..."
"Shut up!" I shouted and held my painted chest as tears rolled down my cheek, I turned around immediately not to let her see my tears. "Just get me water to my room," I told her and walked into my room, banging the door after me.
I found a bottle of whisky and took in a large gulp, drinking half of the bottle as I put it down, there was a burning sensation in my throat but the ache in my heart was too hurtful.
I sat down on my bed in tears. "Mom... Mom.." I buried my face in my palm as the past events came to my mind.
When I was little, I went to the amusement park with my mother on my eight-year-old birthday. My mother had taken me to go have fun. On our way back I saw an amazing toy and left my mother's hand to go take it, but unknown to me, there was a truck coming.
My mother, in order to save me, had pushed me away and was hit by the truck. I ran over to her in tears as I watched her choke to her blood, struggling to breathe, the last words she had said to me. Was she grateful I was safe and she was sorry.
I begged her and pleaded with her not to say that, but my mother closed her eyes and died in my very eyes. "Mom... Mom." I pound on my chest as I keep on crying. "I miss you mom, I miss you so much."
Someone held my hands to stop me. "Stop, you would hurt yourself." I heard the soft voice and looked up at the face I saw. "You will hurt yourself." She said again.
"It's all my fault, she is dead because of me." I sob.
"No, it is not your fault, though I don't understand, I know it is not your fault." She said, she was just like an angel that had come to stop me from hurting myself, she was like a fairy in wonderland.
Tears blurred my gaze and I pulled her into a hug. "Right, it's not my fault." She was the first person to say this, like a guardian sent by my mother. I pulled her to arm's length. "She's dead, my mother is dead." Tears filled my eyes and I leaned in and kissed the angel that was before me.