It's been two weeks since I caught Christopher with Sophia. It's been two weeks since I left his house and came back to live with Becky. And in these two weeks, my life has been really horrible. That night when I came home, I didn't expect to get a surprise like that. A terrible surprise to be specific. It's still hard to digest that Christopher would do something as horrible as that to me.

The moment I saw Sophia open the door of his room with a towel on, I was shocked. And then when my eyes fell on Christopher laying on the bed nearly naked, it felt like my world came crashing down on me. My heart broke into million pieces watching them being together in one room in that state. And the scene just reminded me of a glimpse of what my father did to us. He left my mother for another woman and I could see Christopher doing the same thing to me. And the moment I realized that I couldn't let myself stay under the same roof with him. So I left and came back to live with Becky in my old house.

It's such a weird thing that the house that I was living in a few months ago now doesn't feel like home. I hate to say that I miss Christopher's place and living with him. I wipe the tears that slowly begin to roll down my cheeks and try to take a deep breath. Why did Christopher do so? Why would he cheat on me? And after doing everything, he even had the audacity to explain what I just saw with my own eyes? I am equally angry and frustrated as I gobble fries from my sixth bowl of the day thinking about what happened that night. I am just really sad and you guys know I tend to eat freaking more when I am sad, especially junk food.

"Open the door, Nikki!?" Becky screams, banging the door again. Why can't she just leave me alone in my room?

"Go away, Becky. I don't wanna talk..." I reply to her, slumping into my blanket.

"Nikki, open the door!!!!" She yells ten times louder now, almost intending to break the door. What the fuck?

"Nikki? I swear, open the door, or else I am going to barge in like a fucking mammoth." She says in a low, threatening voice. Uff! She is so dramatic.

I know Becky wouldn't listen until I open the door. And from the way she is screaming, it wouldn't be long before our neighbors call the cops to get a complaint against us for causing a nuisance. I sigh and get out of the bed to open the door. I can't even weep in peace now.

As soon as the door opens Becky marches in, dashing me to the side, and scans the room.

"What the hell you think you are doing?" She crosses her arms and says, narrowing her eyes towards the bowl of fries resting on the bed.

I purse my lips and look away. Jeez, what's her problem?

"That poor guy has been showing up at our door for the past two weeks just to get a chance to talk to you and here you are drowning your fat ass into a bowl of French fries, not giving a fuck about anybody."

I ignore her sarcasm and ask her instantly with curious eyes. " Is he here again?"

She nods and I rush towards the window. I find Christopher pacing in front of the house, and my heart melts. He is here for me. Yes, Becky is right. He had been showing up here daily since I left his house. I notice that his hair is longer now, which makes him even sexier. Suddenly, I feel the urge to run my fingers through it. It makes me think about the time when we were last together and then my face hardens when I think about the night I saw Sophia in his room. He told Becky that he wants to talk to me. But I don't want to listen to him. How can I forget what I saw? I watch him stop for a second and my heart beats faster. I know what he is gonna do next. As he turns his head to look up, I move away from the window.

"How can you stay angry with him for this long? Don't you think he is too hot to be mad at?" Becky says cheekily when I turn to look at her.

"Stop it, Becky." I roll my eyes and say.

"Okay, fine." She throws her arms up in surrender. "Are you ever going to hear him out?" She asks after a moment with a frown on her face and at the same time Sam and Emily enter the room. Emily is holding Frosty in her arms. I noticed that he grows pretty comfortable with everyone except for Christopher. From the time both of them heard from Becky that I came back in an awful shape, they have been visiting constantly to check on me. I told them that they don't have to do it, but they just don't listen.

"What is there to hear from him, Becks? I caught him having sex with another woman." I huff angrily and answer Becky.

She narrows her eyes at me and walks towards me.

I look away from her and snort. "Fine, I caught him with a naked woman in his room."

She again glares at me, and I roll my eyes. I know I can't win. "Okay, she was in a towel. Which actually means she was naked."

"Nikki, you sound ridiculous. Just because Sophia opened the door in a towel and Christopher was in the bed with his boxers on doesn't mean that they were having sex." Becky says exasperatedly.

"What if they were just dry humping?" Sam says and for a moment the room grows utterly silent. We all just look at Sam in pure astonishment. After a minute, I let out a whimper and look away to control my tears. Maybe Sam is right.

When I look back, I see Emily and Becky shooting daggers at Sam. "Okay, I was just kidding. Calm down, ladies. It looks like you two would rip my ball out just with your glare." Sam states, looking a little baffled, and walks towards me.

He smiles and puts his arm around my shoulder. "Nikki, Becky is right. I hate that guy, but I can't see you suffer like this. Look at you? I don't want to be rude, but you look barbaric." He gets another dirty glare from Becky and Emily as he says that. "Okay, let's pretend that I didn't say that." He lets out an awkward chuckle and then says. "My point is you have to talk to him."

Becky reaches near me and pushes Sam aside angrily to stand next to me. "You said you have met Sophia, and she has got all those vamp vibes. Then how can you be so irrational about what Christopher told you? Maybe he was telling you the truth."

"And from the description you gave. This Sophia seems to be a total bitch. You shouldn't believe her." Emily sings along with Becky. I know they are right. Sophia really seemed to be a bitch from the first encounter I had with her. I remember how she and her father threatened me to get out of Christopher's life.

I suddenly consider giving Christopher a chance to explain, but then the image of him being in the bed with Sophia in the same room flashes in front of me, making me clench my jaw and say. "Emily, just tell Christopher to leave. I don't want to talk to him."

Emily looks at me in shock and then nods slowly. Emily and Becky exchange a few weird glances before she leaves the room. What was that for? Sam smiles sheepishly and follows her out soon, leaving me alone with Becky again.

"Okay, fine. Don't talk to him but at least, get out of this room Nikki." Becky says, looking at me after they leave.

"You have kept yourself locked in this room for the past 2 weeks. You just come out to grab your food and go back to sulking in your bed. You can't keep doing this, Nikki. You'll get sick." Her eyebrows draw together as she gives me a concerned glance.

"You need to get out. How can you forget about your work? You can't be so careless. You have a clinic to take care of, Nikki." I know she is right. I can't keep it unattended for this long. I need to go to my clinic. If I want a distraction, I need to work.

I sigh and nod. "I know."

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If it would have been any other day, I would have been enthusiastic about meeting my next patient. But not today. From the morning I have been feeling irritated and tired, that too for no reason. I didn't intend to come to the clinic for that sole purpose. But just because Becky kept pestering about it, I had to. I thought it could serve as a good distraction, but now it feels like I made the wrong choice. It wouldn't be fair if I let this frustration out on my patient or their owner. I regret it now. I should have stayed at home until I got better.

I scroll through random stuff on my laptop and silently pray that I won't get any patients to attend to today. Unfortunately, that's when the door opens and a man comes in. I see that he has weird blonde hair and a similar beard as he stands at the door, looking at me. He looks a bit scary with those big glasses and a brown coat. I don't know why, but he looks oddly familiar. I clear my throat and look down, trying not to reflect my obvious irritation. I keep my vision fixed on my laptop as he sits in front of my desk, and I wonder why he hasn't brought his pet with him.

"How can I help you?" I ask him politely.

"Ma'am, my dog has a serious problem." He says, and I nod, asking him to keep going.

"He is suffering from a major heartbreak after his girlfriend left him." He says, pulling a stuffed dog out of his coat and places it on the table in front of me. "There was a small misunderstanding created by a bitch between them. His girlfriend thinks that he had been cheating on her with that bitch behind her back. But that's not true."

What the hell is he talking about? I frown and look at the man to check if he is okay. Has he gone mad or something? When I look at him closely, I realize why he looks strangely familiar. My eyes grow wide when I notice those familiar grey eyes behind those weird huge glasses. How couldn't I recognize Christopher's face behind that ugly blonde wig and beard? He pouts, making a sad face, and says. "Yes, Miss. I need your help to bring back his girlfriend."

"What the hell, Christopher?" I throw the toy that he brought on his face and stand up abruptly. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to talk, Cole..." He catches it instantly and looks at me with concern, removing his glasses and fake beard. "You don't pick my calls. You wouldn't meet me when I show up at your door. You haven't been here at your clinic since Sunday. How am I supposed to see you?" He stands up to look at me.

I frown. Then how the hell he knew that I would come to my clinic today? Wait! Now I realize why Becky and Emily exchanged those weird glances. I am so gonna kill them. "Haven't I made it clear to you that I don't want to talk?"

"Nicole, please. Give me just 5 minutes..." He pleads.

"Are you crazy? This is my workplace, Christopher. Do you think it's funny?" I stomp my foot angrily and yell. This is ridiculous! How can he do this?

"Nicole, I am sorry. Just listen to me..." He says trying to take a step forward but I stop him.

"I don't appreciate any kind of drama in my clinic. Please leave." I glare at him and say in a low voice.

When he doesn't move, I sigh in frustration and seethe. "Get out of my clinic."

"Nicole..."

"I said fucking get out of my clinic, Christopher..." I finally scream, losing my temper. Christopher stares at me in shock. From the way his jaws clench I can see that he is angry too. I cross my arms and look away to avoid the intensity of his eyes as he keeps gazing at me. It looks like he wants to say something but he is trying hard to refrain himself from doing it. After a moment, he purses his lips and storms out of the clinic.