THE EGOCENTRIC MAN

"Something like that... But we just want..."


I freaking knew! And these are the fools I call my friends? I think I should remain without a single friend. Ooh, sorry, at least I have Grace.

"You already said why you are here, Sherry." I cut her off. I was right when I ran away without telling them. They are just, argh!

"Your father just wants us to talk to you, Ellie. Just listen to us. Let's meet, please!"


Who is she trying to delude, huh? Me, who knows them like the back of my hand? Give me a break!

"You two are just impossible!" I fire. "I can't believe you came all the way on my father's command."


"No, Ellie. Forget what your father wants, Ellie; we just need to talk to you as our good friend. To know how you are coping?"

Yeah, right! As if I am an idiot! Shit! I don't even think I would allow them to see me this way, even if the situation were different.

"I am okay, and that is all you need to know. As for my father, I need you to turn your asses back and tell him to leave me alone. He already did enough harm."

"But..."

"If he is not yet through with me, tell him that I dare him to come look for me himself. I am more than ready to face him! Goodbye, and bother not calling me again!" I speak my mind ferociously, and before she utters another hogwash, I drop the call.

They have some nerve! Screw them!

I was about to smash this fucking phone on the table, but upon whirling around, I greeted the four pairs of eyes. I thought Grace left? But forget her for now. What is this ugly jerk doing here?

"I am sorry, Ellie! He insisted."

Insisted, huh? Like he affirmed on me leaving his office yesterday. He has the audacity to show his face to me after all that hostility and chagrin? He got real hard balls!

"It is okay, Grace. You can leave," I mumble, my eyes not leaving this jerk.

She leaves after shooting me a contesting glance, leaving me alone with him—this son of... All the memories of yesterday are in my head, fresh! And all I want is to kill him right now, but a small spot in my heart goes against this will.

"Ellie. I..."

"You came to vent all the remaining affronts and outrage?" I cut him off, raw and emotionless. 'Wow! I really must have angered you, huh?" He starts towards me. "I don't remember welcoming you in, did I?" He stops in his tracks.

Didn't he kick me out of his office like a useless bitch? What was it that he called me again? A bitch, a whore—the latter hurts like a double-edged sword against the human flesh. A whore, seriously? He has no business being here.

"Can we please talk? Please?" He pleads, shoving his hands in his pockets.

Talk? I had to laugh at that.

"If we have anything to talk about, Mr. Almeda, it will only be about you explaining that uncalled-for fury and insults. That is the least you can do, and I think I deserve the explanation. But on second thought, after how cold and hostile you treated me yesterday, I don't think I want to talk to you. Fuck you and your explanations," I scoff.

He shuts his eyes for a fleeting moment. "That's why I came to talk. I..."

"I don't want to talk," I harshly cut him off. 'In fact, I can't even stand your face alone. You are so disgusting that I so badly want to puke my lungs out just by the mere presence of your face."

He drops his head down for a moment as if he is remorseful for anything. He looked so straight-faced yesterday, calling me a whore and treating me just like one. What changed overnight?

"Let's forget all that, please."

Wow! I like the sound of that! I should run into his arms and seek an embrace. I should hug him tight and let him senselessly kiss all this pain away, right?

Screw this bloody jerk! I mean, forget all that?

What an egotistical jerk! Forget? After all that humiliation he made me go through, will we just forget? Just freaking forget, as if it were just a mild headache that comes and goes? There is no freaking explanation? Not even a worthless, stupid, sorry? Really?

Wow! This sure must be the newest modern way of resolving feuds, which I won't fucking buy!

"Get your ass out of my office, Damian!" I mumble with so much bravery, earning a vague look from him. What? He thought I would run into his arms and accept him back just because he came all the way here just to utter some absurdity. He must be a pathetic joker!

"Come on! Let's..." He starts, but I can't turn him off, and I can see anger boiling in his throat again. Well, this is my office. If it's too hot for his ass, he should get out like now before he gets burned.

"When you learn how to swallow your ego and apologize, maybe then, just maybe, we will have something to talk about, Damian. Until then, you disgust me. Just leave!" I insist, sounding as serious and angry as I can ever get.

He bounces his head in a bustle, and like the conceited son of a bitch that he is, he turns his gorgeous back on me and clicks his Chelsea boots on the floor. The next thing that follows is the raucous bang of the door as he slams it furiously, and I count his savage steps until their sounds vanish completely.

Talk of superiority complex, domination, and ego blended with arrogance! That is him. He can't say sorry. He can't explain himself. He would prefer ending things just like that instead of explaining and apologizing for his own mistake. Great, just great!