Listening to "one of my favorite song"
I thought of everything, the conditions he gave me, the looks we exchanged that day..
The deadline is getting closer. I don't know what he might do, but he'll do it either way out of his whims, he's always been like that reckless, direct and ever so childish.
I, his family, I did that to them. I caused it.aaq
reliving the sin in my mind
3 years ago, on his birthday 3/3 I got the invitation as usual. I was still his Best friend then, a big important part of his life. He always were picky about the people he adds to his little world around him.
I got excited, I dusted my shoes, and bags, I even decided to wear a hat to his party, I intended to place a smile on his face that day by wearing the hat, knowingly him too well he would make fun of me in it... It was our thing, plus I always did look funny in hats..😸
Thanks to the city traffic I arrived late to his party, and thanks to the rain my beautifully wrapped gift and clothes that I wore got ruined and wet. I could've avoided it, if I had accepted his offer to send his family's chauffeur to my rescue, but out of my self stupidity I declined his generous offer, plus I had a gig to do 40mins before his party's time.
He glared at me the first 30mins after catching me in the crowd, I wasn't had to spot, looking like a wet awkward cat at a dog's gathering.
He yanked my arm and pulled me to the side, didn't even notice my hat the whole time...
He scolded as usual, and sent me upstairs with a maid accompanying me to get my clothes and shoes changed, he was always fond of doing such unexpected and kind gestures towards me. Being his best friend always had its perks....
Without hesitation, I obeyed. Well I had no choice this time to decline his kind offer again...
The maid gave me quite a fair share of her glare as she walked by my side, leading me to a guest room, one among the seemingly countless doors on each side of the hallway. His family's mansion was ever so intimidating to me, most times I ask myself countlessly how we became best friends, with our lives so different and all...
Pushing all that unnecessary thoughts to the back of my mind, I change into the plum sun dress she hands me to wear, still glaring at me. They've never seem to like me, the lots of them, his parent, grandparents and even his extended bit of families, not to mention the maids and most of the service people working in the mansion. Either way I got used to it, he always protected me from them, well he did until that Moment till this very day. *exasperated sigh"
I stayed back in the room to make a call using my earphones since I had a bad phone, unexpectedly talking to Martin took a handful of 30 to 40mins. When he hung up, I began making my way to the door, intent on leaving the room and rejoining the party downstairs when he pushed the door open on me, pushing me to the ground, smashing my already bad phone's screen some more...
Angrily and still shaken I got up, but before I could say anything he yanked me again pulling me harder and rougher this time, staring at his angry looking side, many questions built momentum in my mind, I just wanted him to let go so I can yell at him for what he just did.. But right there he stopped in his tracks and pointed yelling "DID YOU DO THIS, DID YOU V?!?"
Unsure of what he was talking about I follow his gaze and saw it, my bag tossed on the floor next to the broken antique box, just then I realized we were in his grandmother's room.
We've been friends since childhood so I always came over to his house, I knew the mansion like the back of my hand, being a smart ass kid I had the wit and brains of an eagle, familiarized myself to the whole vast mansion in less than half an hour the first time I came over, no one knew I did except him, except Logan.
Our friendship was very old and as I fooled myself to believe I thought it was sacred too, but I was proved wrong in that moment, it seemed he now saw and regarded me as a bad thief, glaring, shouting and accusing me of whatever had just happened.
Moments after they all spoke, those who supposedly saw me came into the room and those same devils hell bent on making him see their lies as truths. After the chatter, the slap I received from his mother. He dragged me downstairs, and out to the pouring rain on the terrace, in the cold he asked me earnestly "DID YOU DO IT, V? DID YOU?
I said nothing but look back into his eyes, swallowing my tears that still came out pouring down my cheeks alongside the rain, I just couldn't believe he'd ask me that, that he'd believe whatever had happened to be my doing and intention.
Me his old and best friend of 20 years, his favorite Violet would steal and hurt our friendship, over what a piece of antique jewellery he knew I admired and wished to have as a child. No he doesn't believe them, does he? No, this is all just one of my vivid imagination, I just had to snap out of it.
snap, pls snap out it Violet
