I heard a shout. It wasn't very loud but it was a sound of distress. I went out and walked up to his door and tried to listen in. Everything was silent. "I trust him," i thought to myself. It's not like he's going to rape her or anything. He's a friend. Plus he didn't look that drunk. He should be conscious of what he's doing. As i continued staring at my laptop, i started getting diplopia. I need to rest. I closed the main door and left my room one ajar so if she came back and she needed me, she could just come in. I drifted off. I heard her pushed my door, and closed it back.
I woke up in the morning, all geared up and ready to parade! Not really. I was half awake as i got up brushed my teeth and got changed. But right when i was about to open my main door, it was as though my sleep bubble burst, and i knew something had happened. There was a key on the door. She locked the door. My block door is never locked. It had became faulty sometime ago, and hers was the only key that worked on it. And there it was, just hanging at the lock. She's still asleep, i'll just have to find out when i get back.
I came home around 6.15pm. 15 more minutes before my dance practice. I had to hurry. I walked into my room and started gathering what i needed for practice. She poked out from her room.
"Hey! I wanted to ask you. What happened last night. I saw the key on the lock. Did he do something?"
She started tearing.. crying..
"He slapped me. Twice. He accused me of lying to him and seeing another guy yesterday,"
I was stunned. The words just couldn't come out of my mouth. Even if it could. I didn't know what to say. It just didn't make any sense to me. I gave her a hug. Still bewildered, confused.
"Why didn't you shout for me. Or try to run away,"
"I did but he kept shutting me up and pulling me back. I couldn't get away,".
I wanted to stay to comfort her. But i was running late.
"I'll kill him when i come back. I'll go talk to him".
When my practice was over, i went back to my room. The door was locked. Poor girl must be traumatized. I knocked till she opened.
"Are you going to talk to him now?"
"Yea, i'm going over right now,"
"It's okay, you dont need to. I'm fine,"
"Nah, i need my guitar back anyway. I'll just talk to him,"
I walked across to his door and banged on it. I didn't realise how angry i was. It took him awhile to open the door, and when he saw me he had on a blur look on his face.
"Hey, did we exchange guitars yesterday?" he said with a puzzled look on his face.
Confused. Is he trying to pull a fast one on me by acting blur?
"No. You borrowed mine. Don't you remember?"
"No, I don't remember anything from yesterday. Then where's mine? Why? What's wrong?"
Ohhh he's good.
"You seriously don't remember anything from last night?"
"I remembered seeing you, then i went to bed. When i woke up i saw two empty bottles of vodka and i knew we drank."
"We? I didn't drink with you. You drank all that yourself. By the way, did you remember seeing BNN?"
He thought to himself for awhile. "No. I don't remember seeing her. Why?"
By this time i was shaking in anger. I was furious. Words just came flying out of my mouth and i couldn't stop myself. I can't recall what i said exactly but it was more or less
-Do you know you slapped her?
-How could you do such a thing a girl.. to a friend?
-Do you know you've traumatized that poor girl to death. She's in there crying
-I've lost all respect for you...
-I don't think i can face you anymore...
-I thought so much of you and now after all we've done for you, befriending you. All she's done for you.. putting up with you harassing her.. disturbing her life.... so what if she sees another guy. You're not her boyfriend. You don't own her. She can do whatever she likes.
-Don't lie to me and say you can't remember a damn thing...
He stopped me. Scratched his head with a bewildered look on his face followed by a What-on-earth-are-you-talking-about stare.
"First of all, I'm telling you. I honestly don't remember anything that happened last night. I swear. You know me. I would never do such a thing. And why did you say i was harassing her. I've never ever disturbed her. Call her here, i need to clarify this."
"She doesn't want to see you again. Ever. She wants to cut ties with you. It's over. I don't think i can be your friend either. I'm sorry."
I was. And i felt sad. I felt like i knew he was so much more than this. Then again, people do stupid things under the influence of alcohol. I could tell he was confused. He stared at his hands then into space as if trying to search for memories he knew he just didn't have.
"I can't remember what happened yesterday. I don't know what i did. But one thing for sure, is that i've never harassed her. So what makes you say that?"
Huh?
"She did! She's been telling me all this time that we've known you, you keep on disturbing her even when she told you she's got a boyfriend. Do you.. like her? Cause she doesnt like you. She doesn't think of you that way. You keep on disturbing her and yet she's willing to be your friend. She's naive, so damn innocent and you've destroyed that in her"
He smirked. WTF?
"Innocent you say. Naive.. Why don't you ask her.
"Ask her what?"
"I won't say. You just go ahead and ask her"
I am puzzled. And intrigued.
