“But why? Surely one of them was good enough.” A pang of jealousy hits me, but it’s gone as soon as it came because I quickly remind myself that it must’ve been worse for him to see me getting engaged to a man- his brother out of all people.
“Easy.” His eyes meet mine, and I swear my heart almost lunged out of my chest once he clarifies, “None of them were you.”
At around 6 pm, Adam was no were to be found. We had breakfast together this morning, but I have to admit that after last night’s conversation, things were pretty much awkward. During our breakfast, I tried to distract myself from the deafening silence by taking sneaky glances at the front door, waiting for a knock to ripple through the hard wood at some point. It didn’t, and I can’t tell if I was surprised that it didn’t, or if I was- somewhere in my mind-anticipating it.
Needless to say, I was disappointed that my father took my threat lightly. It’s either that, or he really doesn’t care whether or not I avoid them forever. If it’s the latter one, then I don’t get it because he seemed pretty adamant on mending our already broken beyond repair relationship.
Feeling slightly frustrated while sitting around in my room doing nothing, I pick up my phone and dial Caroline Forbes <3 aka Lexi. Several rings vibrate in my eardrums before the call ends, and my frustration even grows stronger. I brush my hair backwards with my fingers before deciding to go outside for some fresh air.
After changing my PJ’s into some denim, boyfriend jeans, a plain full sleeve nude pink sweatshirt and white converse, I pull my long hair into a ponytail, take several dollar notes with me and head outside. Since this morning while I was preparing breakfast there was close to no food in the fridge, I decided to make my destination the hypermarket to buy us some groceries. From what Lexi’s told me, it’s only a few minutes away from Adam’s place.
The moment I pull the door open, a cool breeze of freshening air hits me, causing me to thank God that I chose to wear something heavy. I suddenly find myself wondering about the last time I was actually outside on the streets, and I wish I haven’t thought about it because it wasn’t a pleasant memory.
The last time I left Adam’s was the night I decided to confront my parents.
The night that revealed to me that choosing Adrien wasn’t the right choice.
The night he hit me.
The distance between the hypermarket and I was slowly diminishing with every step I took. People were walking in the streets around me everywhere, heading in different directions, when the sky suddenly turned a darker shade of blue and just like my intuition told me, it started raining a few seconds later.
I pulled the hoodie on top of my head, seeing as I didn’t have an umbrella with me at the moment like most people did and fastened my pace to the door of the market.
A rush of relief hits me once I was safe inside, protected from being completely drenched by the bright white ceiling on top of my head. I pull down the hoodie, grab a shopping cart and start throwing in everything Adam and I usually eat throughout our day. After about ten minutes, I was finally done. I slowly started walking with the cart to where the cashier was when an unfamiliar woman with long raven black waves, spotless white teeth, cerulean blue eyes and a curved nose, who seems to be about my age, calls out Evelyn’s name.
“Yes?” I answer hesitantly.
“It’s Laura. Don’t you remember me?” She pushes her cart forward, which had a cute small baby placed in it as well as many groceries, as she approaches me.
I swallow anxiously as I have no idea what to tell her, but then I muster an apologetic smile on my face as I answer her, “No, I don’t really remember. I’m sorry,” I then force a lie out of my mouth, not wanting to embarrass the woman. “But your face looks familiar though.”
“We went to the same school and shared many classes together- advanced math, biology and chemistry?” The smile on her face dims a little, hurt that I don’t recognize her.
I hate myself for lying, but I couldn’t watch her day dampen just because I lost my memory, so I fake recognition on my face and offer her a beaming smile. “Oh yeah, I remember now. How are you?”
“I’ve never been better actually; I got married to Eric Davidson, and had this baby girl here.” She points to the two-year-old baby playing around with the bottle of milk in the cart before her eyes avert to my hands and her expression morphs into a one full of pity and sympathy. “You and Adam haven’t gotten married?”
Her question takes me by surprise since I don’t know what exactly she knows about my personal life, but I compose myself quickly. “No, we didn’t.”
She lets go of her cart, takes a few steps forward, and places a comforting hand on my shoulder. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?” I eye her genuinely pained expression with confusion.
What can she be sorry for?
“For what your parents did.”
My breath hitches in my throat because this conversation is just totally taking a drastic turn. She knows about what my parents did? About the reason why Evelyn hates them? I’m not ready for that- especially not here. In the back of my mind, I knew the reason was there somewhere in the diary; I just felt like I wasn’t ready to learn the truth so fast. After figuring out that Adam and Adrien were brothers, I wanted to take in this fact slowly and
