I don't want to open my eyes. If it was a dream I didn't want it to end. But all good things must come to an end and before I opened my eyes, I searched for him with my hands. If the lack of warmth didn't tell me anything the cold sheets did. He was gone again. I wasn't surprised this time but I knew this one was different from the last time and what happened last night wasn't a dream. I woke up feeling relaxed and light. All night I felt him cuddling up to me and I slept soundly. More than I've done in years honestly. I dragged myself up pushing my tangled hair away from my face and trying to get my bearings when I saw a written note on the bedside table.I'm sorry about last night. Let's pretend it never happened. - LukaWhatever high I was on came crashing down. He had probably touched me just because he felt I was horny not because he felt the same. If not why didn't he try to please himself too. This was Luka, he wasn't some virgin. He had been with others and it's not li
LUKA.She didn't want to go with me. I could see the internal battles as she thought about it, so when she made an excuse not to go I wasn't surprised.I could make her go with me and she would. I just didn't know if it was the right choice. So I forced a smile and made it seem like I was okay by her decision. She wanted to do the sensible thing of having space between us. I tried that route the whole of this week and I was committed to it before she came in bearing goodies with a shy smile in that dress.All week I've tortured myself with wanting to know more on how she tastes, how she will respond if I take things between us a notch higher and I couldn't help but stay away. When she finally left I sighed. This thing between us was becoming so confusing. I didn't do love and all that sappy shit but Bella deserved that. I watched her alot in class when she wasn't looking, and she was the reason why I was skipping the cafeteria often. Every time I saw her laugh at one of Jamie's stu
BELLA"Who is there mom?" I asked standing on the bottom of the stairs with my pencil behind my ears and my hands in the pocket of my shorts. My mom was still at the entrance of the door and I couldn't see who it was so I walked to the door and raised myself on my toes to see over her head but there was no one there. "Mom," I whispered again behind her and she jumped in fear. "Don't creep up on people! You know I have an issue with my blood pressure."I burst into laughter. You see my mom always used her supposed blood pressure to have us in line and behave. "What is it this time?"She cocked her head to the side, her brown hair which she cut into a Bob falling to the side before she said, "you know I could swear someone knocked this door, but when I came out to open it I saw someone running away in a very posh car speeding away. "Oh." "Do you think it's someone from Boston?" I asked, beginning to feel some of the tension. "No. It was a sports car." Sports car? That definitely
BELLASomething has changed. I don't need a soothsayer to tell me or Luka acknowledging it, but I know something has changed since that night. Luka has avoided me before but this was a discovery. It felt like I suddenly vanished off the face of the earth to him and his world moved on and I never existed in it. The next morning after I woke up, he was gone. I wasn't surprised that he was, but it was also the last time Luka and I were in the same space. It was like he made it his life mission to always be occupied with something or someone. He was almost never alone in school or had time to return any of my messages. Just like right now, he was smiling at something Maya said. He looked so caught up with her that for once I wanted to be that jealous bitch that told her that he was screwing with me all the while that he was with her. I burst into a hysterical laughter the moment the thought crystallised in my mind. Like she cares? Just because I was not okay with their arrangement
LUKA I wanted to leave as soon as I stepped in the club. The music was loud, and the roar of the people on the dance floor grated on my eardrums. The flashing red and blue lights made my eyes ache and the throng of people I had to squeeze through made my skin crawl. I haven't been to a club in a while and if not for Dylan I'll be leaving already. The moment we sat, I ordered a cold beer and nursed my head in my hand. A blonde woman came up to me in a short fuschia pink dress that exposed more than it covered. I stared at her getup, from the heavy lashes to her thick coated lips in shiny pink gloss and it turned me off. "I'm not interested." My answer must come off as being rude but I didn't give two shits right now. I need to drink, that's why I was here. I need a whole lot of booze to drown me in myself so that I don't have any space to think or reflect on what I did. I watched her face turn sour and she hissed before moving away. I didn't bother to spare her another glan
LUKA"Hi." I wanted to force a smile to make him more amenable to me but I frankly didn't have it in me. Jamie looked surprised that I was talking to him and that he didn't care about my tone or expression. That didn't stop him from being hostile though, "hi." "Isabella is not in school." I informed him, even though I was sure he was aware. It's been two days. Surely she can't skip school for ever and she would have to deal with me. "I know." He went back to his meal and I sat down in front of him waiting for more explanation. There were a ton of questions just under the tip of my tongue.Why didn't she come to school? Was she okay? Did she say anything about me? "What?" He snapped when he found out that I was not gone. "Why is she not in school?" I asked gently. "Is she not your friend?" I didn't care for the sarcasm in his tone. "No." "Well, sorry about that." With a smug smile. With that he picked up his tray and he was gone. I had this strong urge to punch his smug fa
BELLA*****The next morning I woke up early and I was ready before Jamie came to pick me up. Today was my first day in school after walking in on Luka and Maya in the art room store.My mother and sister were pleasantly surprised at my new found out punctuality and I forced a smile as they teased me about it. Tammy was in the car with Jamie. She was seated in front so I had no other choice but to take the back seat. They shared a quick look when I got in, which I ignored. She looked the same, the purple highlights in her hair have been switched to a full all jet black look and it made her seem more subdued. A difference from her full of life, vibrant nature. I wasn't even mad that he picked her up. They used to be friends way before I got here after all, and he was not supposed to just stop talking to her forever. I honestly didn't just care. I was fine, as long as we didn't have to talk. "Look who finally decides to show up in school today," Jamie teased with a soft smile that
LUKAShe hates me. I could see the disgust in her eyes as she looked at me in that hallway. I have successfully turned her love into hate. It is what I wanted, so why did I prefer the stars in her eyes to the pain in them now. "Baby boy, why so gloomy?" I raised my head to stare at Zoey and opened my mouth in shock. "Zoey!" She threw her head back and laughed with so much gusto that I couldn't help but smile. "Is it that bad?" She teased her fingers through her pink coloured hair. "Real life Barbie season." I hailed and her eyes lit up. The pink in her hair matched her entire outfit of pleated skirt that came down a few inches from her ass and an off shoulder crop top. The thigh high boots that had fishnet stockings complimented the whole deal and it was a chic combination. "Like my outfit?" She asked with a proud smile and I nodded. "I always look good, you know?" This was Zoey; she was way too self conceited to ever come up as humble or shy. I could focus on her rambling a
My hands trailed on the rough skin on Bella's thigh with so much concentration that I didn't miss it when she flinched away. The loving and tenderness that I have spent the last one hour coaxing into her skin was gone. In its place was the rigid straightening of her spine and shoulders, an indication of how tense she suddenly became, almost as if she knew what was coming.The last six months we have been living in a bubble. I had accepted that it was okay for her not to say those three magical words that used to make my heart soar back to me, but lately it's been getting to me. Or maybe it's the way she never wants to talk about the 2 year gap in our relationship, or the baby we didn't know we had but lost. I want to know if she still secretly blames me for what happened. If every single time she sees the scars she hates me the way I do myself. I didn't mean to but I sighed loudly, my shoulder drooping before I rolled her body away from mine and got up padding softly to the bathroom
"I'm really sorry for the part I played in this. Especially knowing that you saw everything that happened that night. We staged a ruse and didn't take you into consideration and for that I'm sorry. Luka is my friend, and all I want is for him to be happy. He means so much to me that's why I came here and I told you my side of the story, it's up to you now whether you believe it or not." Erica ended and got up to leave. I couldn't bring myself to nod or acknowledge her. She had shown me proof that she was after all in a relationship with someone then, who was a professor at their school and telling me this could put her in trouble but she had chosen to do it anyway. I don't know what I was expecting to feel when the 'proof' came, but I'm not sure it's this. If I don't have the usual anger or person to blame for all my predicament then where do I stand? What is this deflated feeling I have in my stomach? Like a balloon punctured at the far end. "Bella," Luka began after a whi
The ride down to Luka's place was one of the most uncomfortable rides I've ever had to endure. My reference to his trysts with other girls was like an elephant in the room. It made me irritated and angry but he looked sad and kept giving me glances which I acted like I wasn't aware of. It was a different apartment from the last one which came to me as a suprise. But what I didn't expect was to see a fur covered, energetic dog launch at me. It did occur to me to go back to the shelter and ask about her wellbeinh after I got out of the hospital but I always assumed she would have been adopted or have moved on without remembering who I was. The moment she saw me she barked loudly and ran to me, wagging her tail. She remembered me, and that made me so warm and happy inside. I spent the next few minutes sitting there on the floor of Luka's studio apartment recieving her licks and hugs and reciprocating her love with my belly rubs and hugs. It took a while before she went on to greet Luk
Life was slowly and steadily returning to normal. Did I cry alot after that phone call with Luka? Yes. Did I fight the urge to go to him and be sure he is okay concerning the pregnancy bombshell I dropped on him? Yes. Did I think he'll show up after that night and actually accept responsibility to apologize for the way every thing turned out? Again Yes. But he didn't. Somehow, whatever I said to him must have resounded with him because he stayed away just as I asked. And it took a while but I took a day at a time. I showed up to classes, I smiled when it was necessary and went to as much of the freshers parties I could go to while my therapist tried to make sure I didn't loose my mind. Day in day out, I told myself that now that I have confronted Luka with all the hurt and the pain, I didn't need to see him again and I was happy that he didn't show off so why was he here now and why did I feel the familiar warmth and twinge in my chest that was usually there whenever I was near h
LUKAKnowledge isn't always power, it's sometimes pain. The kind that has you buckled over like you were kicked in the nuts. Nothing about this all consuming pain makes knowing about everything feel powerful. l feel powerless. With no single idea on how to fix this. My eyes burn and my wrist hurts from drawing and painting all day today. I also felt weak all over. When I drove down to Bella's dorm room last night all that was going on in my head was that I needed it not to be true. That there was a way out, a slim ray of hope that still gives me a redeemable chance but it had turned out to be the opposite of that. Not only had the details of what happened over the one year that I had stormed into my dad's office to get, found out to be true there were also more. Like a baby, a child between Bella and I that had miscarried. So much has happened, and I have no idea how I'm going to fix it. I haven't slept in almost 72hours. From the flight down home, to the flight back to going to
BELLA"Who is there?" I snapped. The loud noise coming from the person banging at the door repeatedly and forcefully echoed around my little room. "Who is there?" I called out even louder than earlier and was met with no response, just continuous, loud, pounding on the door. I thought about ignoring the person since they didn't answer me, and also because it was too late at night to be calling on someone since it was raining heavily. I grabbed my phone, "if you're not going to answer, I'm calling Campus security." The knocks and pounding stopped for a while after my threat and I heard the person curse out loudly in a strange language that wasn't totally foreign to me, since I knew the accent. Before I could come up with a solution, the loud knocks continued. I opened the door intent on giving the person a piece of my mind if it was who I thought it was and I was right. It was Luka. He was standing there soaking wet from the rain with his teeth chattering from cold and his eyes re
LUKAI woke up with an insane need to vomit and shot out of the tiny bed, searching with my eyes for the nearest toilet before I did it all over the floor. I barely made it to the toilet bowl before I found myself puking all over the cramped toilet floor. I puked and puked till I started to retch and my entire body felt weak and tired. Where the fuck am I and how did I get there? I lay back down on the cold floor, a little farther from the mess I just made but close to the toilet seat, and rubbed my head trying to remember bits and pieces from last night. It was the same thing from the last few days. I went out to drink, then Dylan joined me and the night ended with me drinking to stupour basically.I looked around the room, the toilet floor did look clean and I had zero energy to lift my body up right now anyway. The patterns on the floor of the toilet were faded like it had been scrubbed off due to use. From my position on the floor I couldn't see past a flowery pattern shower c
BELLA"I ran into Luka at school." I tried to make my declaration as unimportant as possible so that my mom wouldn't be alarmed or throw a fit and I must have succeeded because she didn't say anything. She was putting away the groceries and if not for the slight pause in her movements I would have thought she didn't hear me. "Ma, did you hear me?" I asked just to be sure. "It's been more than two weeks now why are just telling me?" My mouth opened on its own when she said that. "How...how did you know?" I managed to stammer out. "Are you having me followed?" I chuckled at the question, "nah, we don't have enough money for that." "Seriously mum, how did you know?" "Why else did you put your head on my laps and was crying some weeks ago? And what else could be the reason behind you moping? The only reason you're telling me now, is because you're moving to the dorms tomorrow." Wow. Nothing ever passed by this woman. Nothing. As in Zilch, Zero, Nada. "Just because I didn't say a
LUKAI threw my bag to the floor and fell on the couch like a sack of potatoes before sighing loudly. Sam, who when she heard the door open ran up to me wagging her tail in excitement followed me now to the couch and I stretched to pat her on the head. It did make me feel good everytime I walked in and there was always someone excited to see me. I barely had any time to think about my sad life and everything that happened today; from seeing Bella earlier to her running away, to me going back to school to finish up some school work to coming back home.But I know that I'm tired, very much so. I really think it's more mental exhaustion than physical. I guess I deserved this cold treatment but it didn't mean that it didn't hurt cause it hurts like a bitch. I got up and trudged to the fridge to get a bottle of water and the moment the cold liquid entered my stomach in protest it grumbled. I haven't eaten anything almost all day. I opened the fridge to search for something I could eat