Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 61: Hot Chocolate

Over the next couple of days Michael calls me another two times, but I ignore him. I'm trying so hard not to give in because I'm upset with him, but I find myself wanting to text him back. Deep down I want to see him, but I'm holding so much anger towards him right now.

I grab a small tin of paint and start painting one of the walls in my bedroom. My phone rings. I put the paint down and grab it. It's Michael again. I sigh and stare at the number until it eventually stops ringing.

If it means your stop calling me, I'll meet you. Avenue Park, tomorrow at 1.

I stare at my text message and hesitate to press send. I sigh and quickly press send. My phone pings instantly. I look at his reply.

I'm looking forward to seeing you then x

My heart skips a beat, and i instantly get butterflies in my stomach. Over a freaking text!! I rub my face. Why did I send him that? Now I'm all fucking nervous. I shake my head and continue painting.

The next day my alarm wakes me up. I found it hard to get to sleep last night... I sit up with a nervous sick feeling in my stomach. Stop freaking out Layla, and remember how he's treated you. I sigh and get in the shower. I dry myself off and look in my closet. I stare at my clothes. Shit, what am I going to wear? What the fuck? Why does that matter Layla?! I roll my eyes and pick out a grey jumper, a red and black check skirt and a pair of black tights. I dry my hair and start my makeup. I sigh and start my eyeliner. I don't want to look like I'm making an effort or anything... I keep the makeup light, with a little bit of lip gloss.

I look at myself one last time and put on my shoes. I go down stairs and have a banana for breakfast. I'm not hungry at all. I look at the time. Just a couple more hours and then we're meeting. I pace my kitchen, thinking through what I want to say to him. I'm going to get fucking emotional, I know it. I make myself a drink and try to watch some tv to take my mind off of today. It doesn't work. I look at the time again and sigh. Should I leave now? I mean, I don't want to be early. That would make me look keen, and i'm not keen. And I don't want to get there before Michael does... I roll my eyes. Why am I stressing so much?

I walk down the hall and look in my big mirror. I finger comb through my hair, checking myself out. Maybe I should change? Am I over dressed? Do I look desperate? I feel down my skirt and shake my head. I'm not trying to impress him. He can fuck himself. I grab my jacket, and quickly take one more look at myself before leaving the house.

The park is only a 10 minute walk from my house. I try and make the journey as slow as possible, but before I know it im already near the park. I stand and sigh tapping my foot. I wait for a little while feeling nervous. My heart feels like it's going to beat out of my chest. I look at the time. It's 1:07. I wanted to be a little late. Make him sweat a bit. I make my way in to the park, and walk up the path. I see a bench in the distance and see Michael sat on it. God, now I'm really shitting myself. I breathe out heavily. He looks around and spots me walking over. We lock eye contact and my heart skips a beat. I break the stare looking down, taking a deep breath. He stands up as I reach him.