It's been two weeks since the whole drizzle of jizzle incident happened. Since that day I've been going to the gym early in the morning as well to try and get stronger. There's no way I'm going to let some guy with little hamster balls think that he can overpower me.
Andy has been kind enough to be my trainer early in the mornings. We've gotten closer, mostly because we share the same sense of humour. I get such a good tummy workout when Andy tells me about all of the corny pickup lines he has to endure in the gym.
I haven't seen any of the Strauss men since that day. The receptionist in the music building called and explained that Alaric has gone away for business, therefore he would not be able to attend my music lessons. Professor Flinn has been filling in for him. Don't get me wrong, he is very good, but it's hard to focus on the music when his curly long ass nose hairs keep stealing my attention. I have dreamt about taking a stick topped with wax and just shoving it up his nostrils. The other thing is, he doesn't give off the same energy as Alaric, well as any of the Strauss brothers for that matter. The type of energy that let's my mind lose track of any rational thoughts and actions. I haven't seen any of them so my best guess is that wherever Alaric has gone, his brothers have gone as well. I see it as a good thing though, it gives me the opportunity to build resistance to the inexplicable things they make me feel.
I've been trying to get rid of the memories... The fears that were triggered that night, but they keep creeping their way back into focus. Not to mention the fact that I keep getting that familiar feeling of being watched.
I've been trying to get a hold of Bree - she's the only one that I can be completely honest with. The only one that won't tell me I am absolutely batshit crazy since she was actually there to witness it all happen. I've been sending emails, messaging, even calling. But no reply, no answer, nothing. Maybe she has finally realised how much better her life is now that I'm not in it. Yesterday I tried to call Bree again to no avail, it just made me feel very overwhelmed. Needless to say, I felt uncontrollable tears leaving my eyes and rolling down my cheeks. I missed my best friend, the last evidence of the life I previous lived.
I know putting up with me couldn't have been easy, but Bree was my lifeboat and not having her here made me feel like I could drown at any second. However, it's also forcing me to learn how to swim on my own.
I let out a deep sigh for probably the eighth time today. Taking another book in my hand I place it in its designated spot on the shelf.
"Honey, are you ok?" Arlene asks from behind me.
I turn my head to face the elegant woman behind me before giving her a silent nod. The motion makes me realise that some of those stray tears have made their way to the surface again. I quickly wipe the tear rolling down my left cheek. "Sorry, looks like my dust allergies are acting up again." I lie.
The look in her eyes tells me that she is not buying what I'm trying to sell. "Valerie, I know we haven't known each other for long, but I like to believe that I'm good at reading people. I can see you're not alright, but I will not force you to talk to me. Just know that you're welcome here any time and if you need anything I'll always try my best to help." Arlene gives me a genuine smile, showing that she means every word. She starts turning on her heals to leave.
"Wait Arlene!" She freezes and glances back at me over her shoulder. "I... I'm not... Thank you, for your kindness."
As if looking right through me she replies: "Valerie, don't hate on yourself so much my dear, there's much more to you than you think." With those final words she vanishes up the stairs.
Her words ignites even more tears. I lift up one of the books and try to cover my face. Maybe I'll skip the gym this afternoon and just head straight to the dorms, I'm sure the boxing bag wouldn't mind a bit of a break from my punches.