Can't You Be Mine

Episode-38

Episode-38

   Edward’s
POV:

Same
evening,

        I
am sitting in my penthouse, holding my glass of whisky. I am really mad… Anger….
isn’t it smaller word to describe what I feel right now… I am angry on my Amber….
No… not Amber, she said she don’t want me call her that. I should call her
Miss. Amber since she called me by my last name… she called me ‘Mr. Rae’

   I thought I could talk to her, I don’t know
what was I excepting, but I was clearly not ready have her cold eyes and sharp
words. She made me angry, she showed me my place… I care for her so much and
that teenage girl made me look down on myself…. but I have to admit I shouldn’t
have pulled out Masson’s topic in front of her like that, now I know she will
be more angry…. what right I do have on her? I just worry about her too much.

 I gulped the rest of the drink and poured some
more. Amber, stop this already. I was happy when you were around me smiling,
laughing, whining. My Amber, you are making me angry.

  I said to myself, “she is a teenager… it’s
normal… let’s talk to her later… she needs to tell me why she is behaving like
this and left my place… I should give her time…”

 My phone rang and I annoyed by the sound, I
looked at the time it’s 11:34, it’s nighttime. I saw Aunt Linda’s call, I
answered it.

 I said, “Yes?”

Aunt Linda said, “Edward…
Miss. Amber is in her workshop and she refuses to eat…”

  I asked being confused, “What?”

   Aunt Linda explained, “Edward, Miss came
home in the afternoon, she straight went to her workshop…. When I checked on
her she was crying… but she asked me leave her alone.. it’s been hours she is
still inside and refusing to come out… she threw the food plate out of the room
and closed the door again… I don’t know what should I do?”

   My grip got tighter around the glass, she is
angry and throwing tantrum like a 5 year old. I gulped and said, “leave her
alone…. If she needs space let her alone, if she wants to starve let her, she
will eat when her stomach will force her… let her be alone, maybe she is not in
mind to eat or sleep… let’s give her space…”

  I heard Aunt Linda sigh through the phone,
she said, “you are right, that kid went through a lot… we should understand
sometimes she needs her own little peace… I hope she will deal with, why is god
doing this to sweet child like her?.. anyways, I will look after her… sorry to
disturb you..” she ended the call.

   I looked at the glass of whisky in my hand
and said, “she is angry about today… she needs time….”

     Amber’s POV:

                       I threw
the paint can on the wall in frustration, I remember him with her….. Edward and
Olivia… they look perfect together…. Really perfect… am I third wheel….

  He showed me his kindness, and he is doing
his job at last… and I took it for something else… am I this desperate for
attention, this desperate to have a person who will love me.

    My phone rang it’s early in the morning, I
checked it. Masson texted me about college…. I just replied him, ‘I can’t
come…’

  I have no mood to go anywhere. I heard the
maids bang the door, “Miss…. are you ok?.. I heard a voice… Miss..”

  I sigh, and took my brush and continue to
paint on mom’s panting, it’s almost done. I don’t know how I managed to do
it.  after an hours, I took a deep breath
looking at the painting. I smiled in tears, it’s her… my mom…