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2024-10-29 19:42:56As the afternoon classes come to an end, my anxiety has just risen and risen. I'll get the money today from Ryle. That means tomorrow is when Mom will get her spinal cord surgery. I'm joyful knowing that she's recovering one step at a time. I saw that this day would come . . . but not this sooner. Thank you, God. Thank you, universe. Thank you time and fate. On the other hand, this also means I have now to repay Ryle for the money. I have to spend a night with him. Am I ready yet? Honestly, not really. I've told myself since this morning that I can do this, but that seems to be a blur as seconds dramatically fly into nonexistence. I wish I could just requite with money, but that would be another burden to carry and I'll never have that kind of number in a month or two. It'll take me more or less half of a year to wholly recompense him.
I go out through the school gates and cross the street and then head to Aunt Hilda's block. I'm sort of proud of what I've done to endure saRelated chapters
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My heart beats faster as I look up at Ryle's eyes and all I can see is his lecherous side. I seemingly can't find my composure in the current situation. I've been chaste for my whole twenty years of existence. Kent and I never had sex when we were in a relationship, so I can't have the right grip right now. I kind of ignore sex education in our school, so I'm severely anxious to do the next step. What if I do it wrong? He won't be satisfied and he sure will leave me. He won't give me the money I need for Mom's surgery. Oh, gosh. This is disastrous, but I have to do this if I don't want that to happen. I have to pull this off. I need to please him.I then slowly rub my hands up and down against his thighs, bringing more heat to our skin. I gasp when he pulls my hair gently and then grabs my chin with his other hand. An odd, salty, sweet taste subsists in my mouth after he's slid his thumb into it. I don't know what to do. I'm super nervous. I envelop my tongue around his cal
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Ryle's arms are still around me. I'm like tightly sealed in his embrace. I can't explain it, but this is like a haven to me, his touch. I feel safe and my mind feels freer when I'm in his arms. The warmth he gives off is inexplicably giving me life. His presence gets me the feelings I didn't see I'd get from him. This includes the urge to be just by him when I'm alone. I've fought that feeling in the past few days, but now I've finally given in to it. I've broken through that isolated room. I'm finally more than fifty percent sure I'm enjoying his company.His face is still on my shoulder, his stubble casually satisfyingly poking my skin. We're backlit, accenting his facial features. This is the closest I've gotten beside him, excluding when he's kissing me. His hair and brows are healthily thick and all pitch-dark. He's gotten a Roman nose shape and its base is straighter than my future. His lips are small, heart-shaped, and handsomely pinkish. His limestone skin color is
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After the afternoon classes, I quickly pedal back to the apartment. I take a warm shower and then have a snack. I just eat the leftover cake from Mom's birthday and have two cups of two creamed coffee. I'm about to make another cup, but I force myself not to. It would be bad for me to constantly chug caffeine. I take a night off the restaurant because of the event happening right nowTonight is Mom's surgery. I don't know what to feel. I'm glad this has come, but also, I'm more anxious than I've been. It's Mom's life at risk right now. I know the surgeons are professionally trained and educated, but there's a piece inside of me that's kept saying negative thoughts about the operation. I've tried to shrug them away, but they just keep on coming back. Is this the consequence of keeping Mom's current condition from our relatives and friends? I'm brazening it out, the poor situation we're in? Well, I guess this is better than being aided by people who've helped us more than eno
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I've been trudging through a dark, narrow alley for some minutes. I don't know where on Earth I am right now. All I know is when I opened my eyes, I was already standing still here. The wind is icy and begins to numb my flesh. I keep on stepping until two people pop out in front of me. As they raise their heads, I get nervous — they're Sean and our father. They're looking at me with a blank expression. They're so stoic that they start to internally freak me out. And in a blink of an eye, they're already gone. But a pool of blood has replaced its position, and it flows toward me even though the surface is flatter than a metal sheet. I try to move backward, but my feet seem glued to the ground. I can't step back at all, not even a muscle in my legs.I scream and close my eyes, my hands covering my ears, but when I open my eyelids, I'm already in Ryle's room. O God. I had a nightmare again. I've been getting nightmares lately, I sense. And they're all quite provokingly violent
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I open my eyelids when Ryle gets up. He dresses in his comfortable-looking outfit and then turns on the television and turns its volume down. The news tackles something about anti-virus vaccines and whatsoever. I sit straight and then later get out of bed to wrap a towel around my naked body.Ryle looks at me with an interrogative expression on his face before speaking up. "You're heading out now?"I look down at my wristwatch — it's already six in the morning — and then nod at Ryle. "Yes. I have to work in the morning and I've got a very important meeting in the afternoon," I explain even though it isn't needed, really.Ryle rises to his feet and then crosses his arms. "Let's have breakfast first." I'm about to respond in self-disappointment and disagreement when he says in addition, "Please?"I then nod, unable not to accept his invitation because he's acting like a puppy who hasn't had treats for some days. I bite my lower lip before going heading for the bathroom. "I'll just take a
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After breakfast, Ryle gives me a ride back to my apartment building. He gives me a few kisses and greets me a safe and good morning before he leaves. After he's taken off, I ascend to the third story and have a quick coffee. I shower in cold water to entirely wake myself up since I only had more or less six hours of slumber last night. It's Friday and thank God I'm able to spend more time with Mom at the hospital for I'll only work in the afternoon tomorrow at the art studio because of some extended repairing. I'm more than grateful, really, for what the Heavenly Father has blessed me with, especially Mom's hospital bills. Thanks to Ryle for it. Without him, I could've gone crazy in the streets in exhaustion of doing tens of sideline jobs.I dress in peach bush pants and a V-neck shirt of a darker shade. I do my hair into a neat bun and then wear a pair of sneakers. I shower myself with perfume before exiting the apartment building. I then get on my mountain bike and then p
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I've spent a handsome time with Mom talking about whatever. She's been joyful and energetic the whole conversation, and I couldn't be happier about her 'new her' — her new self. It feels like her former self has come back and hasn't found its way back into existence yet at the same time. It's weird, yet it's so satisfying. I hope she ultimately gets well soon, so we can be together again in the apartment.She asks me everything she's curious about — what my condition is, my studies, my work, my physical and mental stability, and everything else. I even kind of get lost in her words. I'm just mesmerized by how she's changed. From frail to fleshy. From worried to joyful. O God, thank you for this. I couldn't be more grateful for this. I promise that I'll do great in life to pay You back at least . . . I guess.After bringing Mom her chosen evening snack and spending another couple of minutes talking with her, I finally say goodbye. She needs to rest for now. The skies outside are dusking
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I put on my pajamas after taking a cold shower. I'm standing in front of the mirror and I can see from behind Ryle dressing up. I can't stop looking at his godly build, so when he looks at my reflection, I turn my gaze away, which I think he just mentally laughs at. I look again at him in the mirror, but he catches me at this moment. I don't turn away this time. I just witness him putting his shirt on, his muscular arms captivating my liking.He then steps forward and then puts his arms around my waist from behind. He kisses my neck, and I can't help but just silently feel good over his touch. "You're blushing, Stella," he says, getting me out of my delusions."No, I'm not," I deny, even though he's right. I look in the mirror and notice red spreading across my cheeks. I look down to get away from his teasing, but instead, something catches my attention — he has a tattoo on the side of his wrist. It's written in the Cyrillic alphabet, I'm sure of that since he's of
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A new morning rises. It's Saturday and the day is fully packed for me. First, I’ll be at the art studio to finish up a project I left last Sunday. Second, I’ll go to the address Mister Fabio gave me. There isn't a schedule or what, so I'll just go after lunch. I still don't know what to expect. I guess I’ll just let fate do its thing. And last but not least, I’m going to Ryle’s house in the early evening. It's time to face him, whether he likes it or not. But I’d like the earlier more.After slipping into my slippers, I excitedly get out of the room. I immediately smell the breakfast Mom has prepared. I go to the dining room and find Mom stirring her tea while listening to the faint broadcast on her old radio. “Good morning, Mom,” I greet before giving her a tight embrace. “How are you feeling?”She smiles after turning the radio off. “I’ve been good lately. No side effects from medication. My stitches have already healed. Everything is fine,” she says. She stands up. “I’ll just make
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When I open my still-hurting eyes, I find myself lying on Mom's hospital bed. She's seated by me, a magazine in her hands. She casually flips pages until she notices me yawning. "It's breezy all day long," she says.I sit straight and then look at her but still lost in thoughts. "Yeah. Good morning," I say before getting off the bed. I sit down on a stool and then smell a strong aroma — coffee. I turn my head around and eventually see the trail of smoke, leading my eyes to two cups of coffee on the table."Take one, sweetheart," Mom orders.I obey. It's coffee. Everything caffeinated is life nowadays. As warmth goes down my freezing insides, satisfaction is what I feel. Coffee really makes me pleased."Good, isn't it?" Mom queries.I nod in agreement. It's coffee, so it has to be good."Just give me the signal if you're comfortable already to talk about it, the reason that made you sob last night," she says, reaching for her cup."How did I get onto your bed?" I change the topic unint
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I’ve almost gotten out of my room when I look back at my charging phone. I sit on my bed and the plugged my charger out. I look at Ryle's number before finally hitting the ‘Call’ button. While my phone is ringing, I’m thinking of what I’m going to tell him. I shouldn't sound that curious even though I've actually been since the other night. He's my boyfriend, and I'm his girlfriend. He deserves space, and I do deserve why he needs one, or so I thoughy. He shouldn't be doing this alone. He can share to me what's going on because I hate myself sitting on the mattres and overthinking things.
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It's already lunch. I’m sitting alone at a table, eating whatever it is on my tray. I really didn't pick these. Reign did. I was rechecking our team output for Chemistry in the classroom so I told her ‘Just grab me whatever you think I’d like,’ and she didn't fail. She's currently sitting with her girlfriends. She invites me to join them, but I tell her I need to review for Math while filling in my stomach. I hope she knows I’m not as brainy in Math as she naturally is.Anyway, in the following minutes, all I’ve done is sigh and yawn in front of the Trigonometry section of the textbook. It feels like nothing is coming into my mind but void and void. The topic isn't that difficult to grasp. I’m just the problem. I kind of lack appropriate motive to face a book and write essays since Lester dropped me off. His words have been reverberating in my mind, and I can't find a way how to block them. I'm aware that it totally is unhealthy, but overthinking is enveloping every corner of my brain
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When I open my still-hurting eyes, I find myself lying on Mom's hospital bed. She's seated by me, a magazine in her hands. She casually flips pages until she notices me yawning. "It's breezy all day long," she says.I sit straight and then look at her but still lost in thoughts. "Yeah. Good morning," I say before getting off the bed. I sit down on a stool and then smell a strong aroma — coffee. I turn my head around and eventually see the trail of smoke, leading my eyes to two cups of coffee on the table."Take one, sweetheart," Mom orders.I obey. It's coffee. Everything caffeinated is life nowadays. As warmth goes down my freezing insides, satisfaction is what I feel. Coffee really makes me pleased."Good, isn't it?" Mom queries.I nod in agreement. It's coffee, so it has to be good."Just give me the signal if you're comfortable already to talk about it, the reason that made you sob last night," she says, reaching for her cup."How did I get onto your bed?" I change the topic unint
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When I open my still-hurting eyes, I find myself lying on Mom's hospital bed. She's seated by me, a magazine in her hands. She casually flips pages until she notices me yawning. "It's breezy all day long," she says.I sit straight and then look at her but still lost in thoughts. "Yeah. Good morning," I say before getting off the bed. I sit down on a stool and then smell a strong aroma — coffee. I turn my head around and eventually see the trail of smoke, leading my eyes to two cups of coffee on the table."Take one, sweetheart," Mom orders.I obey. It's coffee. Everything caffeinated is life nowadays. As warmth goes down my freezing insides, satisfaction is what I feel. Coffee really makes me pleased."Good, isn't it?" Mom queries.I nod in agreement. It's coffee, so it has to be good."Just give me the signal if you're comfortable already to talk about it, the reason that made you sob last night," she says, reaching for her cup."How did I get onto your bed?" I change the topic unint
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I’ve almost gotten out of my room when I look back at my charging phone. I sit on my bed and the plugged my charger out. I look at Ryle's number before finally hitting the ‘Call’ button. While my phone is ringing, I’m thinking of what I’m going to tell him. I shouldn't sound that curious even though I've actually been since the other night. He's my boyfriend, and I'm his girlfriend. He deserves space, and I do deserve why he needs one, or so I thoughy. He shouldn't be doing this alone. He can share to me what's going on because I hate myself sitting on the mattres and overthinking things.
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“Mom told me about it the day after I acted like a dick to you,” Ryle says sorrily, sincerity evident in his eyes. “I’m so sorry, Stella. I truly am.”I cup his cheeks and then sweetly kiss one of them. “I know the truth now, Ryle. I’m not mad anymore.” I then smile.He bitterly beams and stays silent for some seconds before speaking again. “I’ve only wanted us to get through this bullshit. I may not deserve you, but you deserve pure love, Stella. I’ll give it to you in any way whatever.”“Ryle.” I stand up, pulling him up as well. I wrap my arms around his broad trunk and then lean my head against his chest. His heartbeats are music to my ears. They calm me. I look back up at Ryle and just smile, my chin on the very center of his chest. “We deserve each other, Ryle. I want us to through this together. Never alone. My future is right in front of me. I’ll never let it go anymore. Ever,” I calmly say.He puts a peck on the tip of my nose and then replies, “I love you so much, baby. I’ll
