Chapter 8

JAY
I was thinking that it's just attraction and making her my whore that will be the solution to what I feel. Now I think I'm wrong. I want to be with her, ever since she saved my life. I don't care if she says she doesn't want commitment, it's not new to me anyways.
I want to have her to myself and no one else. I'm going to break the strong walls around her that's making her something she's not supposed to be.
"What have you been doing for the past few days Jay?." My friend Nelly asked.
He's a fashion designer and is quite famous most especially in Asia. But he always keeps his identity hidden, so he can live freely he says. He's a year older than me but he acts like a teenager sometimes.
I didn't even know he already got into the house, probably because he sneaked in with the help of my workers.
"I'm already used to you sneaking in. I don't think that's a problem anymore." I said.
He shrugged, "You can't blame me if I wanted to surprise my friend right? You've been hardly seen for a few days now, tell me what have you been up to?."
I took a sip of my champagne, "I don't think I need to tell you that."
"Oh you know you're just bluffing. Stop acting all cold with me or I'm gonna pour some hot water on you if that's gonna melt you. Now start talking." He ordered.
"I met a girl who is not only satisfying my urges, but has gotten me attracted to her that I want her for myself." I said.
He kept silent for a while before hitting my head.
"Hey what did you do that for?." I protested.
"You're telling me you've fallen in love. Don't you think I need to check if you're still my friend?."
I rolled my eyes, "I didn't say I'm in love with her. I just said I want her for myself." "That's the same as saying you're in love dummy." He fired back.
Is being attracted to her and wanting her for myself the same as falling in love?. I have given up on love a long time ago, so I don't know how it feels.
"Tell me how you met this girl."
"I just met her one day when she saved my life and we've been meeting since then." I explained.
"So you're saying, you just met this girl and you both already... What kind of girl is she? Is it what I'm thinking?."
"You sound like it's wrong to just have fun even if we don't know each other but it's not. And think whatever you want. I'm not ready to be bothered.
I'm going to take a nap."
"Whatever. That way I can have the living room all to myself."
I left him in the room and chuckled. Nelly is a really funny person. I can't be my cold self when I'm around him, he makes sure he just makes me smile before he leaves.
My mind drifted to Carla, I wonder where she is and what she's doing now. I might call her to come in the evening. I just want to see her face, that shouldn't be a problem for her.
JOYCE
I understand how Carla feels and how much she doesn't want commitment because she can't stay with a man. She's not doing this because of her job, it is fear. Fear of getting abused again, fear of what had happened to her a few years after she left the orphanage.
Carla grew up in an orphanage at a remote town. She was a young sweet girl, but one of the nuns always treated them like slaves. Sometimes they would work so hard, they might even collapse without eating. Still the nun would make them work harder and threaten to kill anyone that refuses to work.
She was the leading matron so it was hard for anyone to protest. Sometimes Carla would go to sleep and find her friends gone in the morning.
Whenever she asks, she would be told they got adopted or they ran away.
By the time she reached thirteen, the nun woke her up one night and took her out of the orphanage. They walked for a long time till they finally reached a point. She saw two men waiting in front of a jeep, her nun took her there. She was sold to these men who took her home and molested her. They would rape her until she fainted then locked her into her room.
This went on for two years that she got so used to them. Then she got an opportunity to escape with the help of the man's niece who saw Carla and felt sorry for her. Then they both went to the police and reported all the people responsible. At first Carla was scared that the nun would kill her but the police assured her.
The nun and his accomplices were arrested and sent to jail. They helped her and put her in another home, the girl left for Europe afterwards. When she turned eighteen, Carla left the home for this city. Then she met someone who showed her this lifestyle and we met a few months later. I was looking for a roommate so she applied, then I got to know all about her.
Carla has being through a lot in her life and I understand why she's upset, but I feel like she's wasting her life instead. There are so many men who want to be with her only if she'll open up herself but she has refused to. She doesn't want commitment, and I don't want things to turn out bad for her.
"Carla, I made lunch. Aren't you hungry?." I asked standing at the entrance of her room.
"No, I'm good." She replied dryly.
I walked in and sat beside her on the bed. She looks sad and this is all my fault. Though I only want the best for her, I need to respect her decision too.
"I am sorry if what I said earlier really upset you. I'm not trying to judge you, I can never do that and you know it. I just want the best for you, I'm sorry bestie." I apologized.
"It's okay Joyce. I'm not mad at you. Maybe I just lived in the past for a moment. Let's go have lunch and forget all this." She smiled.
"Of course. After you my lady." I said making her laugh.
That's my friend, she's always full of life. I just pray she finds a good man who will love and understand her one day. Not these sex starved men chasing after her all over.