Best Defense

Can't survive

My steps galloped around the bed to pick up my phone lying on the side of the bed. I just finished taking a shower after I had previously prepared dinner for Ben and played with Lily. Now the two young children had calmed down with their nanny.

It's been two months since I last talked to Sean, until now I can say we never speak again. I met him a few times when he came to play with Ben and Lily, but I haven't opened my mouth to discuss the problem. My mother, Mia, and Edward also came several times, and my response was always the same.

From: Husband 'Stopped: Franda, please come back. I missed you, baby.

I exhaled a heavy breath as I read the message. He kept sending me messages like that. Every day. I know he's tormented, I'm the same, but I still can't take it. I'm not ready to hear any more lies from him.

Regardless of what he did, I could never stop thinking about him. I myself almost died enduring a painful longing. There were nights when I sat alone in the room, after drinking a few glasses of wine, I wanted to return the message and ask him to come to see me. I still couldn't get it out of my head. Disappointed that his actions remain, but I miss him too. Missed him so much.

Veronica, the girl who was my driver, invited me to meet tonight. He wanted to take me to the most crowded club, which he said was more cool than any other place I've ever been to. I didn't turn it down, it was one of the diversions I needed in order to forget about Sean for a while.

I put down my phone and immediately got ready to have fun with it. I wore a light floral dress and white sneakers. Don't want to bother using heels. When I finished I went out and said goodbye to Dian, one of my house assistants.

The first thing I found out about Veronica after we walked into the bar was that she was a heavy drinker. We started with two tequila sips at the bartender table, then moved to one of the empty tables at the corner of the bar and ordered an extra drink.

A few hours passed and I had emptied my wine glass which I knew how many times, I decided to give up on it. We chat, laugh at stupid and funny things, and get to know each other better by sharing more personal stories. Some of his friends also joined in.

My night was fun and filled with laughter, making me a little more relaxed and forget about my problems, so my phone did not stop ringing. I grabbed my phone from my bag and saw who was calling me while Veronica and her friends were in the middle of a funny story.

My heart stopped beating for a moment when I saw Sean's name on my phone screen.

It's almost midnight and he's never called me before. I jumped at the thought of how he would react if he knew I was outside and didn't tell him. Even after what he did, I still appreciate it so far. I still think about his feelings. And one more thing, this afternoon Ameer told me that Sean was in Singapore and was sick, but I ignored him.

Panic attacked me. I interrupted Veronica's chat for a bit and told her I needed to get out to pick up the phone, then I stepped up to leave them.

"Sean," my voice choked and quivered, a feeling of nervousness and anxiety running through me.

"Franda, hey..." Her soft and raspy tone felt very soothing in my ears. "Are you busy?"

I ignored the question. "Are you okay? Ameer told me that you were sick." I asked trembling while putting one hand into the hair.

"I'm fine," she replied, her voice sounding as smooth as bourbon, sending warmth all over my body. "I just want to talk to you."

I exhaled a sigh of relief. "Speaking. Oh. Okay." I said quietly, unable to cover my clearly drunken tone. "All right."

He laughed softly, and I could hear his footsteps walking. "Are you drinking?"

"Little." I admit it with a smile, yet believe that I actually picked up the phone. "I'm glad to hear your voice, Sean."

He was silent for a few seconds before answering me. "Franda, baby."

My tears welled up at the sound of her voice so softly sweeping my ears, and slowly those tears came down my cheeks. It's painful. Holding back is painful, and even more painful because I'm the one who doesn't want to see her.

"Are you alone? Or is there someone with you?" ask after a while.

"I'm with my driver and his friends, but they're inside. I thought something happened to you, Sean. You never called me this late." I murmured, explaining.

"I'm sorry if I surprised you." I guess he's grinning right now. "I love you, Franda."

I laughed and shook my head. "I'm afraid something's happened to you."

Sean's pounding. "I'm fine, Franda. Do you want to go back to your friends or can we talk for a second?" I was forced to close my eyes to hear his voice that continued to sound comfortable in my ears. The voice I so missed.

"Yes, we can talk." I replied shyly.

"How are you, baby?"

He was silent for a few seconds before his voice came back. "really?"

"Yes," I'm panting. "It hurts, Sean."

"I don't know if this will help you, but I miss you too, Franda. I miss you so much." He cleared his throat, trying to raise his trembling voice. "Listen, Franda, you're drunk, you probably will..."

I couldn't hear his voice any longer, he was so soft, and it was not impossible that I would end up with all my body shaking in front of the club like a madman. So I cut off his words. "I can't forget you, Sean."

Sean said nothing. I sobbed and tried to calm my uncontrollable emotions, but hearing her voice was something very thrilling. I won't be able to escape this man. He was a real jerk at luring me.

"Franda, get back to your driver and have him drive you home." My heart aches because he ignored my words.

"Sean, I can't forget you." I said repeating in a desperate voice and sobbed again. "Please, say something."

"Franda, I can't forget you either, but you're drunk and tomorrow you won't remember what you said tonight. Damnit damnit! Quickly go back inside and ask your driver to drive you home."

"First,"

"Yes,"

"Please, come. I need you."

"Franda, I'm in Singapore. I can't come to you tonight. We'll meet in the morning, okay?"

"First,"

"Yes, Franda."

"Please, come, Sean... Please, I need you. Come to me..." I could no longer hold back my crying. It's really crazy and painful.

He tied me up so hard and strong. I will never be able to part with him until anytime. To hell with pride. I need it to be near me. I want to spend every day with him.

"Frank, please..." I pleaded again with a choked voice.

"Oh my God, you're really drunk, Franda."

"Please, come to me." I said ignoring him. I know I'm drunk, but I really need it.

"Sean," I started laughing like a madman. "Sean, Sean, Sean,"

"Yes, Franda. What's up?"

"Your name is so funny" I laughed again, completely unaware of what I was saying. "You're a cold man but your name is Sean."

He chuckles. "So, you don't like it?"

I'm shaking. "I like your name, it sounds sweet. It's just that it's more appropriate for the kids who use that name." My laughter exploded, and people looked at me in wonder. I don't give a shit.

Sean laughed at the end of the phone. My heart was filled with serenity upon hearing her loose and carefree voice. Makes me miss him even more.

"Sean," I said after our laughter subsided. "I missed you. I need you, Sean. Did you hear me?"

"Fine! You better make a reminder on your phone right now, 'cause I don't want you kicking me when you see me tomorrow morning."