At The Door

Since she can't finish her food she took out her phone

and she turned it on. The sounds of receiving messages continue

popping out. So she put it on silent as she felt embarrassed for

disturbing them from eating.

Due to her lack of appetite, she held the utensils out of

her sight. She continued to lower her gaze and only focused on

switching her phone on, when she noticed the hundreds of

missed calls and texts she received.

She let out a sigh, embarrassed about how she ended up

disturbing their breakfast. After checking everything on her

phone, she lifted her gaze and saw all eyes on her.

"I'm sorry about last night. I was not feeling well," she

reasoned out. "My phone also ran out of batteries when I woke

up," she added to which everyone nodded except for Oddie. He

was eyeing her with his eyes narrowed for some reason.

"How are you now?" he asked, afterwards.

"Much better," she replied weakly.

"Did you take medicine?" Miranda asked.

"Yes," she said with a loomed smile. Her eyes then

landed towards the stranger in their table, it looked like she

wasn't bothered nor did she care about the conversation. After

all... she's an outsider.

****

As they were busy finishing their food, I stood from my

feet and excused myself. I wanted to freshen up on the

washroom and calm myself up since I've been agitated since

earlier. The group stared at me for a second, looking concerned

and worried however, I only mindlessly told them I was fine.

Upon arriving close to my destination, I motioned to look at

where James was sitting and exchanged a smile.

He seemed like a recent graduate, though he didn't tell

me about his age. In my perspective, he approximately looks five

to seven years older than me.

I stared at my gaping reflection. My body isn't so bad as

well. I have a brassiere of a 34B and a perfectly fine ass on jeans.

I could say that my curves can be easily flaunted wherever I go

and no one would think of me as a minor.

I brushed my finger across the locks of my hair. I'm

close to turning eighteen now. If only my parents didn't leave me

behind at an early age, I'm sure they could have been proud and

happy for me. A bitter smile crossed my lips again. Well, it can't

be helped.

It already happened. I'd rather save the money for

college than to use it for something personal.

As I confided myself in the room for several minutes, I

didn't think someone would suddenly barge in. His foot was at

the panel of the door, his hand creeping towards the doorknob.

When I stared at the person from the entrance, I looked

at him with confusion and surprise.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Oh, I-I'm sorry." James scratched his head, looking

guilty and hesitant. I didn't expect him to act like this. Upon my

confused state, he immediately excused himself and closed the

door back.

It looked like he had hidden intentions yet I managed to

fend him off. A dry smile engulfed my face. It was not too long

ago when I became an orphan nor did Zoren leave me. It's also

just today did I find out that Oddie never harbored any feelings

for me except for lust.

My hand brushed its way past my face as

I felt my ass landing on the floor. I couldn't stop it

anymore.

Tears started streaming down my cheeks. I've always

been like this. For some reason, every time I try to love, it

disappears. It always feels like I'm doing something unfair when

I'm not.

I wanted to whine, shout and scream but I chose not to.

Only the sound of my sobbing engulfed the four corners of the

wide washroom.

I don't know how long I've been staying inside the

washroom when I heard a knock on the door. It immediately

made me realize that I was there dumbfounded, hurt and ruined

inside. I sprung up to my feet and quickly fixed myself. I wore

sunglasses from across my eyes and despite seeing some redness

sored, a bitter smile formed into my lips.

When I twisted the doorknob to open, I went out;

looking half dead