William Have you ever had a bad dream, and after waking up you are sure something terrible is going to happen? The past two weeks have been crazy. Nightmares were presenting themselves every time I closed my eyes, and it was the same dream repeatedly. it played on my mind like a violin. There I was, standing in the middle of the road when suddenly,I was running breathlessly while I was being chased by a man. Fun fact, he had no head, and the knife in his hand appeared so sharp it glistened ... But I do not believe in dreams, so this should not bother me? "Here is your package sir." I took the bag from the woman and looked inside, ensuring they were the right size. "Thank you." I said smiling. As I was about to walk off, she leaned over the counter, "Do enjoy your night to the fullest and thank you for making it Maxies." "Sure." Weird. The traffic back home was heavy. I had hopes of making love to Cheska tonight, but although I called her on the phone with hopes she would not fa
THE PAST BEFORE A TRAGIC THINGS HAPPENED I stare outside the window as the cab speeds off to Los Angeles City. The sun casts its ray toward the glass, making me wince. The song from my favorite Band, SB19, pounds in my ears as I listen to it on my iPad mini. I can't help the smile on my face, excitement building up inside me. In a week, I'll be starting college -- and what could be better than living college life with my big brother? I know that some people might think it's weird. How can I have freedom if we enroll at the same university? He's in his third year now, and I'm a freshman. Now is the right time to experience new things and explore another world, so we don't need another bodyguard. But trust me, I can't complain about my brother. Truth is, I can have fun with him, and that's even better. A smile forms on my lips as I remember his promise to me that he would show me everything about my new university, what things it can offer, his friends and the town. Everything I've mi
I gulp. My throat feels dry. Can we just talk about how beautiful those amber eyes are? I feel like I’m drowning in them. I’m petrified even though no one has cast me a’Petrificus Totalus spell. Yep, I still remember how Hermione Granger did that to Neville Long bottom. The guy who is gripping my wrist looks irritated because I just disturbed his sleep, but then his expression softens as he stares at me. “Cheska?” he whispers, his voice low, sending shivers down my spine. Or maybe it’s the fact that the handsome guy I’ve just met apparently knows my name and whispers it so softly. “I see that you two met each other.” My brother’s voice makes me jump, and the grip on my wrist is instantly gone. Drake stands in the foyer, a smirk on his face, his hands in his pockets. I straighten up, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. The guy turns around, facing Drake. “Prince, Cheska.” He introduces me. “Cheska, Prince.” My eyes widen. So, this is Prince. The best friend I’ve never met be
"So, what do you think?" Prince asks, a smile tugging at his lips. "About what?" "This place." I sigh, looking around. "Crowded." I don't have any other words to describe, admitting that the place might be the most happening spot in town right now. Again, a group of girls peer at me from the corner of the room, catching my attention. "Am I doing a sin or what? It feels so hot in here, with all those glares shot in my direction." I fan myself with my hand. Prince turns his head towards the girls, making them abruptly look away. He faces me again with a smirk on his face. "Don't worry. I'm not dating any of them." "I can't believe a guy like you can stay single," I blurt out, recalling Drake's conversation with a girl named Alexa a while ago, only to regret it later. It might sound like a cheap pick-up line from any girls, but really, I genuinely think that way. Every girl would line up to become Prince girlfriend. Not me, of course. I'm not interested in developing my feelings fo
Today is my first day at New York University. I walk along the corridor of my new campus, feeling slightly nervous about the new atmosphere, but mostly excited about this new chapter of life. Drake left earlier in the morning because he had football practice. I can't wait to watch his team plays. Already liking the air here, I inhale a deep breath, a smile touching my lips. Being a college student brings a new sense of freedom I haven't experienced before. It's like I'm not entirely under my parents' radar anymore. Stepping into my first calculus class, I notice that some students are already taking their seats in the lecture hall. I decide to take one of the front rows. Right. I don't want to miss my first lecture. My other classmates may be way more brilliant than I am. Chill, Cheska. Damn. You're becoming a freak again. I can't help it. It's normal to become nervous on my first day in college, right? While I'm putting out my notebook from my backpack, a girl flops herself on th
It has only been two days after my first day at New York University, and here I am, stuck in the house, doing assignments in the living room. I do have much more free time -- compared to when I was in high school -- but there are a lot more modules I have to catch up to. Geez. I wish I could be more laid back and didn't have to be a perfectionist when it comes to studying. I should be strolling around the town with Kyla, perhaps, grabbing some pizzas or going shopping at the mall. I glance at the clock. 11 pm. Where is Drake? He's not back yet, and I don't remember him telling me that he had a football practice today. Maybe he's having a date. I blow a sigh, placing my chin on the table. The doorbell rings, and my mood brightens up. Here he comes. 'Coming." I hum, tottering toward the door. When I open it, I'm surprised to find Prince standing by the door. "Hey." He smirks, and I feel butterflies in my stomach. The fact that he's wearing a white shirt with a black leather jacket
I'm on my way to make breakfast when I decide to check on Drake again. After what happened last night, I'm pretty sure that he'll have a hangover once he wakes up. The morning sun has risen, casting its ray upon his face. He's still sleeping. I climb on the bed and sit beside him, staring at him, crossing my arms on my chest. Then his eyelids flicker, and a few moments later, he opens his eyes. He abruptly sits up and backs off, his back smacking the headboard. "You're scaring me," he barks. I must have looked like a ghost. "Spill it." I glower at him. "What?" he rasps, squinting his eyes before squeezing them shut. He curses. His head must be spinning. "Last night," I say. "What was that all about?" He groans, touching his head. "Shit. I was knocked out, wasn't I?" "Uh-huh." "I got carried away." "For what?" I ask. "What celebration?" I go straight to the point. He laughs, closing his eyes, looking like he doesn't even believe that it's happening. "My internship." My eyes
"Did you get in?" Drake's voice echoes through the speaker as I talk with him on the phone while doing my energy balance assignment on my bed. It has been six days since he left, and I'm still surviving in my early weeks of college. "Nope," I say. "I changed my mind. I didn't audition for it." "Why?" He sounds surprised. "I thought you liked it." "I do." I sigh. "I'd love to play the piano with a full orchestra. But there's this guy from South Korea who is so good. And I'm nothing compared to him”. I laugh. “You’re joking right?” He pauses. ‘’ You didn’t really want it’’. “ The team seems so driven. They participate in a lot of competitions. I don’t think I can do it. I don’t want to play with such pressure. Let me just enjoy playing it as a hobby”. I grin “As you wish, Ches.” Drake laughs. “How’s study so far?” "So far so good," I say, biting my pen as I scan the rest of my homework. "But there's this research the lecturer asked us to do, and it's quite challenging." I hate it
Today, every step that I make as I walk along the corridor of the hospital feels heavy. I just made a phone call to somewhere far away. Somewhere I will be. Soon. It has been three days after I received the first phone call from them. And I've made up my mind. I halt in front of the room, peeking through the glass on the door. And there inside the room, I see Prince, sitting on the bed. And my throat hurts so much. Tears pool in my eyes. I'm starting to doubt myself again whether I have enough strength to do this. To leave him. Right now. When he's still lying in the hospital. Wounded because of me. And it's very cruel of me that what I'm going to do next will just add more pain to his wounds, making them even worse. I move away from the door and lean back against the wall. I can't do this. But I have to. For myself. For him. For us. Tears escape my eyes and roll down my cheeks. It hurts so much. It hurts me to the core that I have to leave him. I wish I could spend more time
I can't believe what I see. Is this real? Because if this is all just a dream, I don't want to wake up. Prince tries to move his finger again, but he's still very weak. I stroke his hand, a soft smile touching my lips as tears brim my eyes. "You-you woke up," I whisper. He gazes at me with his intense eyes. "I had a dream," he rasps, his voice just as weak as his stare. "And there, you called me. Many times." I brush my fingers across his cheek. There's a tear in the corner of his eye, and I wipe it away as it escapes. "I've been thinking .. " he pauses, his voice hoarse. "What if you haven't forgiven me? I couldn't just go away, leaving you like that, could I?” My lips tremble, and I choke in tears. He stares at me, his eyes begging. "Cheska," he whispers. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for all that I've done to you. I'm sorry that I hurt you." I shake my head. He's begging me like he's dying. He has sacrificed himself to save me to the point that he almost lost his life. But now, here h
I'm driving to my office when I hear my phone ringing on the dashboard. A smile tugs at my lips when I see the caller. Fiona. I press the speaker button, and her voice fills the air. "Morning, Drake." I almost want to bite my tongue to prevent myself from saying the next words, but hell with that, I decide to give myself a chance, ’Morning, beautiful." I know that she won't take this one like the other girls normally would have done. Still, a smirk curves on my lips. " You hit your head or what?" she asks, and I can imagine that she's rolling her eyes. "Easy there, Casanova." I chuckle. What a perfect way to begin my day in the morning. Our banters. Suddenly, all the tension from the morning rush disappears, just from hearing her voice. I like Fiona. Everybody might think that this is bullshit, since I always like girls. When do I not? Even my reputation as a player has already reached Fiona. But what I mean here is that I really like Fiona. I'm definitely taking this slowly and
I can't believe that I let him hold me again when I broke down. I must admit that his being here makes my heart at ease while Damien is on the run. I watch as he sits at the desk in the guest bedroom, opening his laptop, while I prepare my breakfast. I don't know if he already had one or not, but there's nothing wrong with preparing the food for him as well. I hear him talking to a person on the phone about some academic projects. It's too early in the morning to talk about that -- it might be something urgent. Then I remember that he's supposed to start his internship in the oil company -- the one I visited when I brought him the notebook. That time, he told me that it would start in three months after he passed his interview -- which is around this month. Is he postponing the start date? Because of me? My heart sinks as I think again about the circumstances that I'm in. I've been right all along. Our future doesn't work together. Mine will be a hindrance to him. I'll only be a bur
Cheska The thought of Drake purchasing a gun still bothered my mind the entire night, but I decide not to question him again about that. I keep wondering why he suddenly decides to carry it now. We've been living in California for two weeks, and so far, everything is fine. This morning, he leaves for work, as usual. While I'm about to finish blow-drying my hair inside my bathroom, I hear footstep sounds from downstairs. That makes my heart thump hard against my chest. Ever since the incident of Andrew breaking into our house in England, the smallest sound and the slightest movement can make me become a paranoid again. I'm sure that Jake has locked the door, so if it weren't him, who else would enter this house? Slowly, I step out of my room and head downstairs, almost tiptoeing so that I won't make too much sound. My pulse quickens as I finally reach the ground level. When I see the person entering the living room, I yelp in surprise. My eyes widen as I see Prince standing before m
Cheska The moment I close the door behind me, my sobs finally break. I’ve never thought that I would say those words to him, but I had to. We can’t be together anymore. I’ve promised myself that I’m going to forget everything about my painful past, about him. I need to be strong, and I can only be so without him. I’ve planned my future, and he won’t be in the picture. Our future doesn’t work together. Mine will destroy his. Drake leans back against the wall, his arms crossed on his chest, his eyes closed. He has heard everything as well. When he turns to me and walks closer to hug me, I bury my face in his chest and cry my eyes out, hugging him back. I can’t bear the pain anymore. Hurting Prince breaks my own heart, worse than when he broke mine. He came all the way here for me. He waited for days, standing on the street outside. He still waited for me even when the rain had been pouring hard on him. He was crying when he said that he loved me. But then, I just crushed him with m
Cheska As soon as Drake comes back from work, he visits my room. I sigh, closing my laptop. Drake leans back against my door frame, still in his office attire. “ Are you sure, Ches?” he asks me the question once again. I nod. This past week, I've been spending time with my laptop to figure out what I'm going to do with my life. And finally, I've found a light, filled with hope for my future. A way to achieve my dreams. "You know, I never thought that something like this would ever happen, but-" he falters, and I give him a hopeful look. A soft smile touches his lips. "As long as it makes you happy, I'm fine with it." Relief washes over me. I thought that he would be reluctant to accept my idea at first, butI always know that he's going to be supportive, as long as it's the best for me. I stand up from the chair, approach him and hug him, making him sigh. "Thank you, Drake. I always know that you're gonna be on my side." When we pull away, I do see the sadness in his eyes. Regrets
Cheska Today is my second day in Italy. It’s early morning, and I’m setting up my new cellphone when Drake emerges in my doorway. He’s talking to someone on the phone before handing it to me, making me wonder who it is. “ It’s your friend Kate,” he says. “ She got my number from Prince.” The mentioning of such name still makes my heart drop. I sigh and take the phone from Drake. “Hello?” Kate’s cries fill my ear as soon as I speak, and she goes frantic. “Oh my God, Ches. Are you okay? How are you doing over there?” A soft smile tugs at my lips. I miss her. It feels like ages since the last time I heard from her. This girl is worrying about me like I’m dying. “I’m okay. Don’t worry.” “God, I never thought that – “ she stops talking and starts sobbing. “If only I’d figured it out earlier.” She’s speaking about Andrew. There’s a guilt in her voice, and I want to tell her that none of this is her fault. Before, neither of us realized that Andrew was such a psychopath. We thought th
Prince Andrew ends up in the hospital. And I end up spending the night at the police station. That bastard is fucking lucky that I didn’t kill him, because before I could do so, three policemen came to stop me. I remember roaring like a mad person when they pulled me away from Andrew, who was already bleeding to death when the emergency response team from the hospital took him with the stretcher. My hands shaking, I look down and bury my face in them. What the hell am I doing here? I shouldn’t be here right now. I should be with her. Cheska. Cheska. Cheska. She’s the only thing in my mind now. I can’t imagine what she’s feeling at the moment. She must be scared, not knowing that to do. She must be broken. Hopeless. Alone. To settle the matters with the police, I’ve called my lawyer, whom I know from a friend I worked with for one of the influential companies I did my project with. He’s good, so I expect that the police can give me some dispensation once they find out that Andrew