Chapter 6

"Jesus Christ!" Jade screamed on the top of her voice as she saw me immediately she came into her living room and turned on the lights.

I had waited so long to have a one on one girl talk with her. I had wanted her to redeem herself. Give her a chance to explain why she did what she did. I wanted so desperately to hear her beg and say it was all Roderigo's doing, maybe he had something against her he was blackmailing her with.

I didn't have the lock to her house anymore because she had changed them, but I had the man I asked to stalk her get the new locks anyway.

I watched as she curiously and fearfully approach her house, looking in all directions as if she was being followed. I also saw the strange look on her face when she reached her doorstep, like she noticed something different.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She asked in astonishment.

"Why are you so worked up? Is that how I'm now welcomed into your house? Have some manners." I replied calmly and turned to take a sit on the cushion behind me.

"I don't know what game you're playing, but just know you're wasting your time." She replied anxiously, still standing at the same spot, far away from me.

"I'm just here for a girl talk." I chuckled. I stood up and headed to her mini bar and took out a wine and observed it for a moment, then turned back to her and smiled.

"I must say your taste has really improved. One of the benefits of rubbing on what doesn't belong to you. But be warned, everything that has an advantage comes with disadvantages." I chuckled again. I took out a glass and opened to wine. I took the first gulp then handed over to her, then it came to my conscious when she stood there disapprovingly watching as I hand over a glass of wine to her.

"Oh, forgive me. I forgot. How's the baby doing?" I added. She hearing me speak of her baby sent cold chills through her body. I cook see her trembling feet and her shaky hands, also the heat dripping from her forehead even as the weather was as cold as ice.

"Don't you dare speak of my baby ever again." Her voice became shaky and her eyes of rage.

"Why?" I asked dropping the empty glass of wine I on the counter.

"What?" She asked as she knew not of what I ask of.

"Why did you do it? I want to give you a chance to explain yourself, a chance to redeem yourself before it's too late." I said with a serious calm voice, but anyone could tell how hurt I was by how I sounded.

"I didn't do anything wrong." She became defensive all of a sudden.

"If you didn't do anything wrong, then why do you act like you see a ghost whenever you see me. Why do you become shaky and all defensive. Even a kid could tell the guilt writing over your face." I said sympathetically. I wasn't sure who I sympathized more. She stood there like a statue starring at me in anger. I was confused.

"You were the one who did something wrong. Roderigo was never yours in the beginning. I took you as my friend, my family, but you took the one thing that I ever cherished in my entire life. You pretend to be all noble and helpless, but did you ever for once in your life calm down and know me? What I was going through." She started to pour out her heart. For a moment I could have actually blamed myself for all she was saying.

"What are you talking about. I cared about you. I've was always there for you. I made you who you are today." My emotions started to get the best of me.

"Of course you would say that. You just love the spotlight don't you. Where everyone else will be in your shadows. You say you were always there for me? The one day I ever needed you, I cried and wished you were with me, where were you? Because only that day would have counted because I never asked you for anything or to do what you did for me. I simply took back what was mine. So what? What's the problem with that?" She continued to pour out her questions and speak more in metaphors.

"What are you talking about? What day are you talking about? Because I missed to be with you just once when you needed me? Is that what all this is about?" I was more confused, or rather disappointed at the answers I was getting from her.

"You don't get it do you? Because you never took the time to know me, if you did you would have stopped this hatred growing like a tumor when it was still early, you were ignorant of the important things. You selfish little bitch." Before I knew it, my handed had landed on her face. I was furious. I grabbed her hand before her hand could land back on my face and threw it aside fiercely.

"All this for what? A silly high school crush? Or because of a silly phase or family issues you couldn't summon the courage to tell me about? You always brush me off when I asked, you hit me and quarreled me when I tried to dig up the problem and pushed that I let it go. How the hell do you expect me to know what you don't want me to know? Is this your silly excuse?" I turned away from her as I couldn't bare to see her pathetic face any longer. I really wanted to feel pity for her and badly wanted a reason to forgive her. But this, it was just messed up.

"I was being abused by my parents, they hit me but I always tried to cover up... I" I interrupted her.

"Don't you dare do that with me now. It's too late to be telling me all this now." I concluded. I stared into her eyes and I all I felt was hate. I despised her. She took away everything I built, the only person I loved. I would have blamed myself for not paying more attention to her then but I just couldn't get myself to.

"I loved him. It wasn't just a crush. He was all that kept me warm and happy at the moment... But when you came into the picture with all this your sad and lonely shit, he wasn't the same to me again. Then you two would always go out together on dates while I waited to spend time with my friends." She replied anxiously. Trying hard to redeem herself now.

"You think what he felt for me was pity? He loved me. He did not for once feel pity for me. Never. Maybe you should ask yourself why he is with you, because from the looks of it, you're the one who's looking more pathetic." I said furiously. I couldn't take it any longer. I slammed the door so hard as I stepped out. I rested on the door for a while. I felt all the strength I had had been drained out of me.

Without knowing, I began to sob, till I got to my car, and all the way home. All at once, different thoughts started rushing through my head. I desperately didn't want to doubt what Roderigo felt for me. By the looks of it, it seemed that it was Jade who was the devil incarnate. She must have done everything to turn Roderigo away from me and despise me to the extent of treating me like I was a nobody.

RODERIGO'S POV.

As I sat on my desk in my room in the lonely night. The only thing the light that shun from the moon reflected on were the photos on my desk.

"What have I done?" I asked myself in confusion. I had never been this clueless before or lost. I thought for sure I was doing the right thing. Then what was this feeling of regret I feel. Jade was beautiful, we shared the same pain and were there for each other when we needed someone most.

I blamed Rose so badly for what happened to me. Things wouldn't have been this way if she was there that night. I've wanted so badly to forget those memories and tried to forgive her, but I still find it so hard to.

Before I knew it, I felt strands of tears rolling down my cheek. I hated feeling this way. I know she hurt be beyond reasoning, but I still feel I hurt her beyond understanding or reasoning as well. I didn't know what was right or wrong anymore. Deep down inside me I knew I missed her. I missed her embrace and how she would have made me feel like a prince whenever I was in a state like this. She knew me all too well.

I started to have regrets and doubts about everything. If she had known what I was passing through then or that she hurt me, I'm sure she would have tried to make things right, but I don't know why I just couldn't bring myself to tell her. It was just too hard for me. Maybe because I just didn't want to forgive her and blame her for everything.

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