Tears On My Pillow 3 by Elle Welch

Author:Elle Welch [Welch, Elle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tiece Mickens Presents, LLC
Published: 2016-02-20T05:00:00+00:00

March 1st, 2014

Saturday

Qia

I step out the shower and dry myself off before wrapping the towel around me and going into my bedroom. I sit on the edge of the bed and lotion with my Sweet Pea body cream and think about Chan. I miss him but hey, if he is that pissed, then maybe it is for the best. Jakari and I have been going to counseling and I have to say, it has really helped.

When everything first happened, I was passed angry. I didn’t understand why he would choose to do all the things he did but listening to him in our therapy sessions has brought a lot of things to light for me and him, I am sure.

I am starting to think that maybe my intimate feelings for Chan were triggered by anger and not by the fact that I was really in love with him in that way. I would like for he and I to sit down and talk, so we can hopefully rekindle our friendship because that I really do miss, but I have reached out for the last time. If he wants to talk to me, he has my number.

I put my body cream on the nightstand and go into my closet looking for something to put on. I am standing there, debating, when I hear the doorbell sound. I peek out of the closet and look at the alarm clock on my nightstand because I know it is not time for Qisha to pick me up yet. She is supposed to pick me up at two o’clock and it is barely eleven o’clock.

I shrug my shoulders and figure it is Jehovah Witness making their Saturday morning rounds when I don’t hear J calling me to let me know that Qisha is here. I get back to the task of finding something to wear and I make the decision to sport some jeans and a Pink hoodie from Victoria Secret, which is actually purple in color. I spot my purple suede Timberland heels and decide they will set this outfit off just right.

I step out of the closet and lay everything out on the bed. I go in the bathroom and play around with my hair, trying to figure out what I can do with it, but get frustrated with it instead. One day, I am going to cut all this shit off, I think to myself as I look in the mirror at my hair.

I’m curious as to how Jakari would feel about me cutting my hair, so I decide to go and ask him. I walk down the hallway and take a left headed towards the kitchen and the living room because I actually am not sure which room he is in. When I look up, I look right into Chandler’s face. My legs lock up instantly, which forces me to stop walking. As I stand there frozen, staring at him and him staring right back at me, I realize that I do still crave him.

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