MIRA
- Flash back
Walk fast, Mira. Just walk. They’re not going to notice you, you are wearing shades and hoodie. Typical outfit when a celebrity’s outside. Nice.
Why the hell does Ocean wants to meet at a public place? The restaurant he wants us to meet is the dating place we usually go before when we’re still together. Only famous and rich people are allowed here. But still, it’s a public place.
He texted me to meet here even if I said that maybe we can meet at his private place in the Village so we have more privacy. He ignored me so I don’t have any choice but to meet him here.
I know that he’s trying to control me.
“Good afternoon, Ms. Mira. Sir Ocean’s waiting for you.” The man in a suit politely said.
I followed him to the private back part of the restaurant. Ocean’s already here, sitting in our old spot. He looks more calm now than yesterday. He finally collected himself.
Speaking of yesterday, my mom called me saying that Jasper called her asking how she is. She’s very happy that Jasper’s here.
His fingers are tapping the expensive wood base of the table. When he saw me, he got up and went to hug me.
I did not resist. I just want this to be over so I can go home.
“Alright. Let’s get this started.”
They changed the colors of the wall, as well as the tables and chairs. It looks so well but I still miss the aura here before. After Ocean and I broke up, I avoided going here. Avoided everything that reminds me of him.
“What do you want to eat? Should we order the usual?” He’s browsing the newly designed menu.
Usual your face, Ocean. Do you think we’re still dating? Do you think that I went here to eat with you? I wonder what’s going on inside your head.
I rolled my eyes and made a sound of disgust. “Oh, please. I’m not here to eat with you, okay? I’m here because if I’m not, you’ll just disturb and annoy me. So please, say what you want and I’ll say what I want then we’ll go our separate ways.”
He puts the menu down. Looking at me with his pleasing eyes, he gently reached for my hand. “Just, I feel terrible right now, Mira. Give me this.”
“Oh my god. Are you trying to sound like a sad boy?” I scoff. I pulled my hand and crosses my hands across my chest. “You are unbelievable. You’re full of sh*t.”
I’m not finished. “You made a scene on an Official After Party just to talk to me, then we’re here. Now, stop wasting my time and tell me what you want to tell me so I can go.”
He sighed. He licks his lips and taps the table again. His head starts shaking left and right faster and faster. Is he about to go off again? Because that’s fine. At least I will have enough reasons to ignore him.
“Uhm. Yeah, so I told you about uh…” He sniffs. Tapping the table is his only way to compose his sentences so I let him even if it’s annoying. “About, uh, me hitting her. Right?”
“Yeah. That’s no news.”
Aside from tapping the table, he sniffs too before saying something. “That time, the last time…” it’s easy to sense that his voice is about to shake because of his tone going up and down. “I wasn’t drunk.”
Is he serious? His reason of being this guilty is because he hit Denise and he wasn’t drunk? I’m starting to think and thank the Creator that he replaced me with Denise.
He hit me once before, I forgave him. Then he hit me again and I forgave him. I don’t know what’s with me that time but after the second one, he never hit me again. But now, he’s doing it with another person.
“Are you kidding me, huh, Ocean? You are this guilty because you hit your girlfriend when you’re not drunk at all?” My eyes are flaring with anger but I’m still in the condition not to make a scene.
“I know. I know, okay? That’s why I wanted to talk to you.”
“Talk to me, for what? To try and reason out for when you hit me?”
“I want to apologize to you, okay? I’m out of my mind when I did that horrible thing to you and I’m out of my mind every time I hit Denise. I was drunk all of the times I hit someone.”
He’s crying like a baby. I want to slap him to make him stop because I’m sure that there’s someone staring at us. Of course, we are celebrities and we’re never alone.
“I…” his tears starts to fall. “I just… can’t stop. Now I’m getting worse. Maybe it’s really a part of me, eh? Cause I hit her with out any alcohol in my system.”
I slowly took my phone out and hid it under the table. I press record.
“All right. Slow down, okay? Tell me what you want to tell me.” I said, successfully calming him down.
“Okay…” he postured himself straight before telling me his sad boy story. “Look, Denise is different—“
“Yeah, why’d you think I cut her off?” I cut him off then signaled him to proceed.
“She’s monitoring, following me, every move. Her commands and her sneaky way to control me is getting really obvious now.”
“Like what?” I ask. I’m not really interested with his reason why he hit her. HE HIT HER.
“Like, she used my phone to pretend that she’s me and rejected a project that involves a lot of models.”
“Maybe she’s just protecting her ownership over you? I mean, that’s how she got you, right?” being sarcastic never ends.
He ignores what I said. “She’s done it many times. Then she always wants me for herself. It’s suffocating, Mira. And I don’t have the right to say anything. Maybe when I’m drunk, my anger just—“ he’s trying to explain his next sentences with a hand movement I can’t understand. “-gave me a reason to hit her.” He finally said straight.
“You hit her, when?”
“Yesterday earlier before—“
“Before you ruined my fairytale with Jasper.” being frank never ends.
“That’s Jasper?”
“Yes. He arrived yesterday and went straight to the party for me— Oh please, this is not about me. Continue please.” I’m not here to tell him stories about me and my new possible love interest. I just want this to be done.
“That’s it. I hit her, I panic. Felt the need to talk to somebody so I went to you.”
“That’s it? Your own words. You hit her?” I asked, emphasizing my question.
——
The recording ends.
“That’s it?” The man typing on his keyboard aggressively, ask.
“Yes. He nodded to my question. But there you go.”
“When did this happen?” This gentleman in the middle, I like. He looks so professional and smart.
“When you captured the photo.” I sip my tea.
“But, sound like you guys were fighting in the recording. How are you guys smiling in the photo outside the restaurant?” Jess ask.
That’s right. That part is not clear and confusing.
I put my tea down. “Look, he’s out of his mind and he’s crying like a teen age boy who doesn’t know how to manage something bad he did. So I try my best to make him happy and smiling until I get out of that place free of him.”
They all nodded, agreeing with what I said. I’m glad that I chose to talk to them instead of the Police. They’re not going to believe my side of the truth.
“So, what? Are you guys going to write about this or not? Because this is big.” I really need them to write about this and I’m not letting them go until they agree.
“This is big, guys.” Typing man said.
“I agree.” Smart man said.
Jess is thinking about this throughly. Typing and smart man is waiting for her approval. What is she? The boss?
“Alex, my office is always open for you. Just knock.” That’s all she said then she got up and left.
“What does that mean? Did she reject?” I don’t know why a simple yes or no is hard for that girl.
Maybe she still loves the monster? Ew. Or maybe she was manipulated and now, trapped? Poor Jess.
“Nope. She agrees.” Perry said. I finally remember his name from where I ask my P.A. to find out who captured that photo outside of the restaurant.
The typing man? I still don’t know his name. “What’s your name?”
“Oh, I’m Alex.” he looks so nervous.
“So, Alex, do we have a deal?” I reached for his hand.
He looks at Perry. Perry nods.
“We have a deal.”
I feel our hands shaking each other. Then, I realized that I just shot one of my bullets and next day, it’ll hit her.