4 The Meeting 4

Back inside the house Tara slowly sank to her knees again, her hair is a mess.

She could still not believe it. The one who had melted her heart was a female.

She kept pinching herself to make sure it was not a dream. Why did those two raise her hopes and then dash it to pieces at the last minute? It just isn't fair. Not fair at all.

She crawled back to her study, her eyes dizzy.

She picked up her phone and made a call.

"Hello! Come right now. I'm at the gates of hell" Tara yelled over the phone.

"Dear, are you alright," the receiver who was her friend asked concerned.

"Diana, you must come or else... I'll die"Tara threatened.

"You..fine! I'll be there in 10 minutes. Try your best to fight king Yama before I arrive." said her friend.

"Whatever.," Tara muttered before throwing the phone to the wall. It broke into two.

"Why? Why? Why?"Tara cried as she pulled her hair in frustration.

She suddenly got up and headed to the kitchen which was filled with lots of used and dirty plates used yesterday at the housewarming party she threw last night.

She roared and started smashing as many plates as she could.

"Why?Why me?" she cried loudly.

"Why did they have to play with my feelings like this?" she thought as tears rolled down her eyes.

"Is this karma? Is this my retribution?" she shouted to no one in particular.

9 minutes later...

Tara's door swung open as a blonde young lady ran in carrying two nylon bags, a worried expression on her heart-shaped face.