C28 Twenty eight

After a few moments, Samuel's cellphone rang.

"Should I just answer this?" he asked.

I nodded in agreement.

"Who's that?" Sai asked irritably.

They watched Samuel as he walked out of the apartment.

I raised my brows. "It's Samuel,"

Are they deaf? I mentioned it earlier.

"That's who we want you to answer," Wendrix replied coldly.

I rolled my eyes. "Then you should've asked that, right?" I retorted.

Ben chuckled. "And who is he?"

"Probably a friend! Duh, what do you want me to say? He's my boyfriend? I already have one," I sarcastically remarked, holding my head slightly as it started to ache.

"Why does it seem like you're overly concerned and he's here already?" Hugo suspiciously asked.

Seriously?

"Because that's how friends are," I replied with irritation.

I felt like throwing up after what I said. Seriously? I have a friend with a twisted mind?

They scrutinized me intensely, like they were studying my expression. Crazy bastards.

"Yor, your sister called. She wants to talk to us for a moment," Samuel said, gesturing for me to come closer.

I lazily stood up and sighed. What's the problem now? Is his mind twisted too? We just talked a while ago!

I looked at Ben. "Just get some food from the kitchen if you want. I'll talk to my sister," I said.

They just stared at me and nodded simultaneously. To be honest, they looked like dogs being commanded by their owner.

I rolled my eyes before turning away.

"Here,"

He held my elbow and guided me to the chair outside the apartment.

He handed me the phone and my sister's worried face appeared on the screen. She straightened up when she saw me.

"The professor isn't around, so we'll talk. I called Samuel so he'd also know your problem. He'll be there to support you," she started.

I glanced at Samuel, who had a gentle expression. That's what I like about the two of them; when I have a problem, I can open up to them. They don't judge me like when I opened up to them when Josh and I broke up.

I returned my gaze to the screen and took Samuel's phone, facing my sister who looked concerned.

"S-sister," my voice trembled as I called her.

She took a deep breath. "Go on."

Tears immediately streamed down my cheeks like a fountain.

I recounted to her how I met Cyrus and what has been happening until now. Tears flowed continuously from my eyes as I spoke. I didn't expect that I'd end up crying again in front of my sister and Samuel because of a guy. That I'd cry again because I'm hurting. That I'd cry again because I'm hurt again.

I'm so grateful to Samuel; for every tear I shed because of a guy, he wipes them away with his handkerchief.

"S-sister, it's heavy... I don't know what it is exactly. If it's still me or not," I hiccuped. "I-I'm scared to ask, sister," another hiccup. "I'm scared that maybe... I'm not... that maybe I wasn't really me," tears fell rapidly again along with my sobs.

They stared at me intently, like they were studying my expression. Crazy bastards.

"Listen to your sister, Yoreh. Just because he's cold in texts or calls doesn't mean he doesn't love you anymore. You need to listen to his explanation. Why he's with his ex. Why he's not by your side. Everything happens for a reason, so don't jump to conclusions because that's usually what ruins relationships," my sister pleaded.

I burst into tears again at her words. I hope, I hope he has a reason... I hope he explains. Because I don't know what to do anymore. I'm hurting... I'm hurting in a way I didn't expect... in a way I didn't anticipate... in a way I wish it didn't have to be.

"Your sister's right, Yoreh. You can't just jump to conclusions," Samuel calmly said, patting my back.

I know I shouldn't, but what can I do if this is how I think? If my mind is ordered not to think too much so I won't get hurt, then I would have ordered it already. To stop because I'm already hurting. To stop because the heaviness I'm feeling is unbearable.

"Okay, it's time. Just rest," my sister gently said. "Samuel, don't leave Yoreh alone until her friend arrives. You're the only one I can rely on," my sister instructed.

"Sure, Babe. Bye, I'll take care of this," Samuel replied.

I just gave my sister a faint smile.

"Okay, sister. Thank you," I said.

"Alright," she replied with a nod.

I ended the call immediately because I didn't want to bother her.

"Let's go," Samuel urged.

I still sobbed as I stood up.

"Stop crying, you'll feel worse," he scolded.

I hiccuped but now, there were no more tears. "Okay,"

He held my arm to support me, as my body felt like jelly.

I saw Hendrix watching us, each of them holding snacks. You'll be in trouble with Angel.

They stood up and looked at me. I'd be fooling myself if I said they didn't notice my tired eyes from shedding tears because of their friend.

We went upstairs, and they all followed. I wanted to thank them for their concern, but I couldn't.

"Thanks!" I enthusiastically said to Samuel.

He probably knew what I wanted to convey. I didn't want to appear pitiful in front of others.

"Lie down!" he ordered.

He held my elbow before guiding me to the bed. I just gave a slight smile to Ben, who was also in the room, seemingly monitoring Samuel's every move.