Chapter 46
Those were the last words I heard from his mouth before he hung up, leaving me with the word on the tip of my tongue.
I tried to understand what he had just told me, how was I supposed to feel now? Damien was okay, he apologized to me, despite what Gérard had done to him, he held no grudge and wouldn't press charges against him either.
He said he would stay away from us, but... Gérard and I, we're not together anymore.
So many mixed feelings, I couldn't even handle them. I felt overwhelmed, confused, sad, angry. And even though in some way I felt a little better for Damien, Gérard's actions made that feeling fleeting.
Damn, I think I'd better get some ice cream, or I'll start crying again. Damn hormones.
I went to get the tub of ice cream from the fridge, and thankfully, my mom still had the habit of buying my favorite flavors, even though she didn't live here anymore.
I grabbed the vanilla ice cream with Oreo chunks, with a spoon, and went back to the living room to find something to watch on TV.
I scrolled through several movies without anything catching my attention, until I stumbled upon a movie I had watched with him, not only tragically sad but also something I had watched with him.
So, if it made me cry before, it's going to make me cry twice as much now. It's "Me Before You." And being the masochist that I am, I didn't hesitate to play it.
An hour and fifty minutes later... What was the worst part of the whole movie for me? The ending.
And now, here I was on the couch, crying my eyes out, still holding the Oreo ice cream in my mouth, but not because of the movie, but because of him.
Idiot, now I wouldn't even be able to enjoy my favorite movie again because of him, I hated him.
I was about to take another spoonful of ice cream when a few knocks on the front door distracted me and made me set my dessert aside.
Could my parents or Chloé have forgotten something and come back? I didn't think it likely, they would have already done so long ago, but it could be them.
Before going to see who it was, I wiped away all traces of tears with my shirt, then headed to the door.
"Did you forget something?" I asked as I unlocked the latch, but I got no response.
When I finally turned the handle, opening the door, my heart started beating uncontrollably, and the urge to cry became stronger as I looked at the person in front of me.
At the moment she opened the door and I saw her in front of me, the first thing that struck me was to laugh.
Her nose was redder than a tomato, and her eyelids were so swollen it looked like she had been stung by hundreds of wasps.
It was evident she had cried a lot, and had just done so; I could tell by the moisture on her lashes and the irritation in her eyes.
We stared at each other for several seconds, neither of us looking away, and during that time, I could see how her expression quickly shifted from shock to annoyance, a sign that it wasn't going to be easy.
"Are you going to let me pass, or would you prefer I take root here?" I was the first to speak, as she stood frozen, a look of annoyance on her face.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she suddenly yelled, but so loud it almost burst my eardrums.
She was furious.
"Are you going to let me pass?" I asked, trying to keep my cool, as we had already argued too much to start again.
But she kept staring at me, as if she wanted to kill me.
With that gesture, I wasn't sure if she was trying to appear intimidating because even though she was tall, she was still much smaller than me, and the last thing that scared me was her.
Then, she crossed her arms under her chest, and it couldn't go unnoticed how that movement made them stand out and poke out of the tank top she was wearing.
"Stop staring at my boobs, asshole!" I heard her say, managing to surprise me a bit and snap me out of my very good distraction.
"So are you going to let me pass?" I insisted again, struggling to regain my focus on her face.
"You better get the hell out!" was the surprised response I got from her, before slamming the door in my face. What's going on!
When I finished processing what I had just done, I couldn't help but start laughing non-stop, honestly I didn't expect it.
"Juliette, open the door," I asked again, knocking incessantly, while trying to hold back my laughter at what had just happened.
"No, I told you to leave!" she said from inside.
I lost track of the number of minutes she made me stand there waiting for her to show up again, until the idea of sneaking around the back of her house started to take over.
I was about to turn around to do just that when finally the door swung open again and she reappeared.
"And now?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I said no," she said seriously. "I just want you to tell me what you're doing here."
She was furious, but the truth was, I had had enough, and I wasn't going to wait for her to calm down either. I wasn't going to wait for her to calm down to let me in, until I was angry like an ice demon out here.
"I was trying to be polite," I retorted, and without further ado, I approached her, unexpectedly grabbed her by the waist, and carried her away from the entrance.