♥♥Emmalina Santiago♥♥
After a couple hours of wondering what Eric was doing, even though she had an idea. Yea, she knew he got over stuff fast mainly when he didn't really give a flip about it and she knew she was one of them. It was actually quite laugable when she thought about it, why woulda guy like that be in love with her of all people. She went on the rest of her day working out the kinks of her moving trip to Spain next year. Somethine she yet to tell Eric about just for the fact that she was too afraid that he would say something about how she wan't smart enough to get into a community college espically not a college half way across the globe. She got enough of the bull from her brother,Alex. For most of the day she tried to keep focus which wasn't easy for her as most knew if they knew her. There was to much fasinating stuff in the world just to focus on one of them. Yet, she could still focus on one guy unlike some people she knew. But, she knew one thing she wasn't been able to do in a while because she didn't want to seem like a spoiled rotten princess and that was shopping. She grabbed her purse out off of her coat hanger and grabbed her credit card....that may or may not be payed by her parents and started to walk out of her loft that her parents owned in her aparment buliding. What? She wanted to move out of the house...not out on her own.
That night after shopping her butt off at every expensive store she could find. Emmalina opened the door to her living room and dropped maybe around eleven to fourteen bags on her white plush couch. She looked at the time and saw it was midnight. After checking her phone for about the tenth time in a about three minutes she still didn't have a call from Eric. Now, that wasn't like him, no call, no hateful text, nothing. Maybe he really did move on and forgot all about her. She exhaled and just walked into her room to call her parents to see if they found out or not. She never told them about the verbal abuse she took whenever Eric was drunk or in a pissy mood. She wanted them to like him, a little so when and if the time came they would give him permission to marry her. She called her mother who just told her what she already knew. "Princessa, don't even worry about him. You deserve better than that American boy. You need to find yourself a nice Latino who will treat you right." Yea, that didn't happen. It made her feel even worse. After see what people were saying about the break up on her page she put her phone on vibrate and went to sleep promtly around one in the moring. That was too late for her.
Yet, around three in the morning she started to hear her phone. Who calls a girl at three in the morning. Anyone who knows her knows she doesn't stay out that late, what logical person does? She grabbed her phone from her nightstand and smiled seeing Eric's number and picture on her touch screen. She looked and saw she had a few different messages all for the same person. As she listened to them one by one she could feel her heart breaking into a million pieces. "You're just a fucking Jesus-freak who doesn't give a damn about anyone but yourself," Did he really think she didn't care about him? That she was so selfish that she only cared about herself? Really, he was the one saying that to her when really it was the other way around? She exhaled and called back leaving a voicemail. "If that's what you think then maybe we should have never been together in the frist place. You shouldn't have wasted your time on a girl who is so selfish then,Eric. And I shouldn't have wasted my time on someone so cruel." She never felt more angry and sad in her life. Say she isn't inteligent, fine but never say anything bad about how religous she was. That was crossing the line in her line. She knew he wasn't always this way. But, for the past few months he hasn't loved her as much as he used to... Hanging up she felt....different. She never stood up for herself like that before but now, she was sick of the abuse she took from him. Just because he never hit her doesn't mean he still didn't hurt her. She turned her phone off not wanting to hear it ring again if he called. Because she knew she would just start to cry even more than she already was.She was done trying to be the good guy, tomarrow she promised herself that she would go down to this place her brother gve her the name of to hurt Eric just as much as he hurt her. Only if she could remember the name.
After a couple hours of wondering what Eric was doing, even though she had an idea. Yea, she knew he got over stuff fast mainly when he didn't really give a flip about it and she knew she was one of them. It was actually quite laugable when she thought about it, why woulda guy like that be in love with her of all people. She went on the rest of her day working out the kinks of her moving trip to Spain next year. Somethine she yet to tell Eric about just for the fact that she was too afraid that he would say something about how she wan't smart enough to get into a community college espically not a college half way across the globe. She got enough of the bull from her brother,Alex. For most of the day she tried to keep focus which wasn't easy for her as most knew if they knew her. There was to much fasinating stuff in the world just to focus on one of them. Yet, she could still focus on one guy unlike some people she knew. But, she knew one thing she wasn't been able to do in a while because she didn't want to seem like a spoiled rotten princess and that was shopping. She grabbed her purse out off of her coat hanger and grabbed her credit card....that may or may not be payed by her parents and started to walk out of her loft that her parents owned in her aparment buliding. What? She wanted to move out of the house...not out on her own.
That night after shopping her butt off at every expensive store she could find. Emmalina opened the door to her living room and dropped maybe around eleven to fourteen bags on her white plush couch. She looked at the time and saw it was midnight. After checking her phone for about the tenth time in a about three minutes she still didn't have a call from Eric. Now, that wasn't like him, no call, no hateful text, nothing. Maybe he really did move on and forgot all about her. She exhaled and just walked into her room to call her parents to see if they found out or not. She never told them about the verbal abuse she took whenever Eric was drunk or in a pissy mood. She wanted them to like him, a little so when and if the time came they would give him permission to marry her. She called her mother who just told her what she already knew. "Princessa, don't even worry about him. You deserve better than that American boy. You need to find yourself a nice Latino who will treat you right." Yea, that didn't happen. It made her feel even worse. After see what people were saying about the break up on her page she put her phone on vibrate and went to sleep promtly around one in the moring. That was too late for her.
Yet, around three in the morning she started to hear her phone. Who calls a girl at three in the morning. Anyone who knows her knows she doesn't stay out that late, what logical person does? She grabbed her phone from her nightstand and smiled seeing Eric's number and picture on her touch screen. She looked and saw she had a few different messages all for the same person. As she listened to them one by one she could feel her heart breaking into a million pieces. "You're just a fucking Jesus-freak who doesn't give a damn about anyone but yourself," Did he really think she didn't care about him? That she was so selfish that she only cared about herself? Really, he was the one saying that to her when really it was the other way around? She exhaled and called back leaving a voicemail. "If that's what you think then maybe we should have never been together in the frist place. You shouldn't have wasted your time on a girl who is so selfish then,Eric. And I shouldn't have wasted my time on someone so cruel." She never felt more angry and sad in her life. Say she isn't inteligent, fine but never say anything bad about how religous she was. That was crossing the line in her line. She knew he wasn't always this way. But, for the past few months he hasn't loved her as much as he used to... Hanging up she felt....different. She never stood up for herself like that before but now, she was sick of the abuse she took from him. Just because he never hit her doesn't mean he still didn't hurt her. She turned her phone off not wanting to hear it ring again if he called. Because she knew she would just start to cry even more than she already was.She was done trying to be the good guy, tomarrow she promised herself that she would go down to this place her brother gve her the name of to hurt Eric just as much as he hurt her. Only if she could remember the name.