angrier and guilt

She sat at the corner still and scared.. I left her alone for some minutes in the room not that I don't care about her but just so she could get some time to refresh herself..I silently walked away and closed the door behind me...I was worried sick about her but I knew this was a big dilemma for her.. not only for her but it would have been for any normal girls out there...I couldn't sit eat or even sleep I was just restless

After leaving her alone for five hours I silently went to checked on her I carefully opened the door so that she wouldn't notice she was still there silent and quiet the only active thing in her was the movement of her hands wiping her tears away and when I saw this my heart just broke there was a feeling I couldn't tell in words and I feel more guilty because I was the one who made her cry I silently closes the door and went to my room lay down there and I let myself out... I cried in sadness and in pain as I was laying in there a called came in it was an unknown number I picked it up it was a man in a cold voice

Hello

I responded back hello who is this? (with the tone of confusion)

I am Beck he told

Beck who??? I asked

Manager of the Tom he told me to passed on this information on you that you won't be getting any money...

Why???I questioned

He told me that is because he don't want to..

What does that mean ???(angry and frustrated)

I don't know that's the only thing he told me if you have issues you can email him his email ID is tomton@gmail.com and before I could say a word he cut the call with his final words may you have a great hours ahead. His very last sentence makes me feel more annoyed and angry . Out of my anger I threw the phone high in the air and it got a smashed by the floor but I was too angry to care about that

I try to cool myself down in different stupid ways and(taking a deep sign)it didn't work/help waste of time and energy

The next instant I talked to myself and decided to take another look at Camilla I walk silently still angry about the money but worried about her I opened the door I saw her laying down in the floor maybe she was too tired from the exhaust of tears she was in a deep sleep like a little baby girl

I went closer to her and carefully put her in the bed and patted on her head I looked at her in pity and felt miserable for I treated her in that way