Chapter 27: 26- Watching Horror Movies With Bruce And Skittles

26

The sun woke me up the next morning. It was Sunday and I was not in the mood to get up, what more going out of the house. Bruce and Skittles were lying down beside me, both of my hands were busy rubbing on their stomachs.

I knew my eyes were still swollen by the amount of crying I did last night. My throat was dry and sore from screaming too much on my pillow. The sheets were already on one side of the bed because I pulled it off.

This wasn’t easy. Every time I closed my eyes, I pictured Blake crying on his knees and face buried in the pam of his hands, an image from yesterday as I finally closed the door on him.

The pints of ice cream I had stored in the freezer for emergency cases such as a zombie apocalypse, and this one of course, was finally going to be consumed. And the numerous movies I had bought a while back that I never got the chance to watch would finally be played in my laptop, that’s if I find them.

I looked like a burrito now. I had my quilted blanket wrap around me when my dogs left me to go downstairs. I want to stay like this forever.

Unfortunately, I was living in the real world where I have work, responsibilities, and bills to pay. However, I did choose to skip work on Monday just for the heck of it.

Something good came out from my pigging out though. I have reunited with my best friend now, there’s two of them actually. Everyone, I’d like to introduce you to my newly reunited best friends who have been with me through all of my heartaches, from my douchebag teenage boyfriend to Blake Greene- the best man I have ever met. Meet Ben and Jerry. And guess what? They own an ice cream company.

Not only that, I also managed to get started on my one thousand puzzle piece of Cape Town Reese had gotten for me. I finished a quarter of it already.

By the time I was ready to sleep and work for the next day, I probably finished four and a half pints of ice cream. The other half of the pint which had my tears on was back in the freezer. It was cookie dough.

It was the same ice cream I had eaten when we were in the ice cream place. And I remembered everything again. So I put the lid back on and tossed the pint back in the freezer. I’m not so sure whether I should just chuck it in the trash bin or preserve it.

Four days later, I was in the baking room, making myself busy in creating new cake flavors. All I wanted was to forget everything and what better way to do that than by distracting myself with work? I had been locked up in here since Tuesday creating new flavors.

You could say I’m taking this fake break up rather seriously.

“Beth, you’ve been living here for days already!” Dani burst through the door of the room, scaring the crap out of me making me drop the whisk that I was holding.

I stared at the now dirty buttercream on the floor before sending a death glare to Dani. It was mint. Ignoring her, I picked up the whisk from the floor and tossed it in the sink, the sound of metal clanking echoing in the room. I took the empty pastry bag from the table and started filling it up with the remaining frosting I had when Dani marched up to me and pulled the bag away from my hands.

So determined. Can she not see I am still in my after fake break up work mode?

“Give that back to me.” I mutter, stretching my arm to reach it. “As you can see, I’m busy so please give that back to me and leave.”

Dani scrunched up her nose as she said, “Looks like someone’s cranky after a break up.”

“Shut up.” I said, and took the opportunity to reach out for the bag and this time around, I was able to reach it. “And who said I was on a break up? I don’t even have a boyfriend to begin with.”

“You’re still not with Blake? I thought you two were already together.”

“Well we’re not.” I snapped and continued piping the frosting on the cupcake. “If that’s all, can you please leave?”

“Beth, what happened?”

Still focusing on the cupcakes, I asked, “What do you mean? What are you talking about?”

“Something obviously happened.” She stated as a matter of fact. “You’ve locked yourself up in here, you haven’t been as happy as you were these past few weeks, and you’re way grumpier now than before. So what happened?”

“Nothing happened. “ I lied with ease.

One thing I would love to change was how comfortable I was with lying. I was pretty good at it and I was not liking it. Growing up with a father who constantly cheated on my mother, who told me to help him lie to my mother made me a splendid liar.

And apparently I had been able to fool myself.

“Stop lying.” Dani said. “I’ve never seen you so happy before you were with Blake, and now you’re not even smiling a little, so I know something happened. You don’t need to tell me Beth. But do keep in mind that I ship you with Blake. He’s good for you. You’ve never been happier, anyone with eyes could see it.”

I think she said what she wanted to say because she left me back to my own little work bubble after she said that. I kept my mind clear for the rest of the day and didn’t let Dani’s words get into my head.

The next day however, her words went floating back in my head. It was the first thing that popped in my mind when I woke up. And it was five in the morning, too early for any thoughts, too early for my brain to function.

Reese went by the bakery today with Liam who was secretly stuffing his face with the reject cookies he found in my office fridge. Everyone, and I mean everyone, even Marcus said that something was off. Reese told me almost the same thing Dani said.

I don’t know whether I should be offended or not. Hearing those words from them sounded like I had made the right decision. They make it sound like my happiness relied on Blake.

One Week Later

My love for ice cream has dangerously increased. I bought over seven pints of Ben and Jerry’s, finished around two packages of cookies and to match my hazardous increase of sugar intake, I watched a lot of movies, and finally finished my one thousand piece puzzle set, twice. Bruce and Skittles were playing as I was about to finished and they just ran straight past my almost finished puzzle, flinging the tiny pieces all around my living room.

On Tuesday, Reese had barged in the bakery looking for me. Apparently Dani had spilled to her what I have been doing recently which includes not leaving the baking room, glaring at almost anyone and everything, and kicking anyone who enters the baking room out, and she most likely concludes that it had something to do with Blake.

I was not happy.

So Reese marches in the room, grabs the front of my whites, and drags me out and in my office before shutting the door behind her.

“You need to stop looking like a baking addict hobo.” Those were the first words she said to me. “I don’t know what happened between you and your boyfriend but I do know that you need to get over what happened, or at least fix things through.”

“I am fixing it.” I muttered, straightening my now wrinkled whites. “I just ironed these.”

“And what have you been doing to ‘fix’ it?” she said, air quoting, with a brow raised.

I gave her a toothy grin. “I’ve been eating ice cream, watching horror movies with Bruce and Skittles, and screaming my guts out.”

“Beth.” She rolled her eyes at me and as if a light bulb appeared on her head, she grinned. “I have an idea! Let’s go!”

Let me be the one to tell you that my sister is very strong. Once she took hold of my whites and started pulling me out of the shop without telling me what her idea was, I had no chance, not even a smidge of a possibility to say decline.

We ended up at my favorite salon and I knew where this was going.

“A haircut.” I deadpanned at the same time Reese cried excitedly, “A haircut!”

“No!” I shook my head at her.

“Yes.” She nodded, oblivious to my desire to leave. “Let’s go!”

Thursday, Reese called me at around three in the afternoon, her third phone call for the day. She really misses me so much.

“What do you want now?” I grumbled.

“Do me a favor and get Liam for me? Dominic and I are stuck at work, again.”

“Alright.” I agreed. Due to my recent obsession with work, and with Reese being busy, I haven’t been able to see Liam for the past few days and I miss him terribly.

I tossed the shop keys to Marcus who caught it easily on my way out.

“I’m leaving ahead.” I called out.

I removed my whites on the way to my car. Driving to the daycare where Reese had dropped Liam off this morning, the thought of Blake popped in my mind.

I haven’t seen or heard from him for the past week, ever since I broke off our relationship, and to be completely honest, I miss him very much.

Liam jumped on me the moment he saw me, giving me a tight hug. A hugged him too, and planted a kiss on his hair.

“Aunt Beth!” he jumped on my arms.

“Hello to you too.” I smiled.

“Your hair!” he grabbed a lock of my now shorter hair. “It’s short!”

“Bye Liam!” a familiar little girl’s voice said. I turned and found Allie waving at both of us with a wide grin, she was with a woman. She was absolutely beautiful, with golden blonde hair, a body and a face that belonged to a model.

And my heart broke all over again.

I know after everything I’ve done, I didn’t have the right to get heartbroken, after all it was all my fault. But seeing the woman in front of me, I wanted to run home immediately and cry.

How could Blake replace me so fast? I thought he loved me? You don’t get over someone you love that easily and yet he did with a better, way prettier, and sexy woman. And she’s a model!

Was I just past time to him as he waited for his supermodel girlfriend to return home? Something churned in my stomach and I wanted to puke. So I was just a toy, a game he liked to play while waiting, something for his own amusement.

Allie let go of the woman’s hand and ran to where we were. She had a huge smile on her face as she tucked a stray hair behind her ear. When she eyes passed me, she gasped.

“Beth! Your hair.” She placed her hand over her mouth dramatically. “Why is it short?”

She is so adorable. I forgot how much I missed hearing her voice and seeing her beautiful face.

“I had it cut.” I smiled. “Do you like it?”

Allie pursed her lips for a moment before nodding. “You’re pretty.”

I opened my mouth to say something when Miss Supermodel finally caught up with us. She held Allie’s arm. She’s even prettier up close.

I shift uncomfortably in my position as I tugged my shirt. I was very well aware of how well dressed Miss Supermodel was and how I was not in a pair of jeans and a shirt.

“My name’s Alicia Vega.” Miss Supermodel introduced herself with a smile.

So not only was Miss Supermodel beautiful and sexy, I had a big feeling she was a very nice person. Looks like Blake found Miss Universe.

“Bethany Hamilton.” I replied, faking a smile to hide my disappointment. I was hoping she was at the least bitchy so that I could judge Blake’s girlfriend in the attitude department (Obviously I was in no position to judge her in the beauty department).

“So you’re the famous Bethany Hamilton!” She said, her smile growing wider. “Blake talks about you, a lot. No offense or anything but it’s getting annoying. He won’t shut up about you.”

I do not understand.

First of all, I was deeply touched and already had butterflies in my stomach as she told me. Blake talks about me!

Second, he talks about me to his girlfriend? I’m no relationship expert but I know that’s not what you could just say to your girlfriend. Was she not his?

“The pictures he has of you on his desk doesn’t really do you justice.” Alicia shook her head. “You’re way prettier in person.”

He has a picture of me on his desk! I wanted to jump and scream but I didn’t want to embarrass myself in front of her so I just smiled. What was I supposed to say?

“Desk?” I asked, a little confused.

“Oh right. I also work in Design Accents. We’re colleagues.”

“So you’re not his girlfriend?” the question slipped from my mouth right before I could think it through. My face felt hot right away from the embarrassment of making a fool of myself.

Alicia looked at me in amusement as she started laughing. Liam ad Allie were already busy playing in their own little world to notice us.

“Oh no.” she shook her head, clearly trying her best to stop her laughter. “Blake Greene’s all yours. I don’t bat for their team. In fact, my girlfriend works for you.”

Silently, I heaved a huge sigh of relief. All my worrying for nothing. It felt like a ten ton load has been lifted off my chest. “Dani?”

Alicia nodded with a proud smile. “But wait, I thought you’re together with him?”

I shook my head slowly.

“Where is he anyway?” I ask.

She looked at me sadly for a second before replying, “Didn’t you know? He’s sick. Since yesterday, and he called me if Allie could stay at my place for the night since he didn’t want Allie to get sick too.”

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