KEIRA. Tears slipped through my cheeks, I couldn't control it. I wasn't supposed to be crying, I wasn't. He did it again, he lied to me. He told me he no longer loved her! He was such a liar, no wonder mom was so confident about her words. All these explained it. I quickly took to my heels and ran out of his room with tears in my eyes. I ran my hands through my hair, ruffling it in frustration. I shouldn't be crying because of him, I didn't want to! But no matter how I tried to seem strong, I couldn't control my emotions. I quickly took wipes and began erasing all the silly makeup I put on, I can't believe this! He should have a good life with her! I'm done with this relationship, I'm done with him! I profusely wiped out the mascara and eyeliner I put on. I wanted to keep my tears in place but they kept coming through. Can you give it rest? I felt so shitty and useless. I felt like I was choking on my breath, like I was drowning in my own emotions. Just as I thought I couldn't tak
GEORGE. I was driving home, a wide grin on my cheeks. I was so satisfied with the expression I saw on Keira's face when she saw the little surprise I had for her. I can't believe I'm actually got a customized necklace for us both. I can't wait to see her, I already miss her. My phone buzzed and it was her asking me if I was coming yet. I quickly picked my phone with the other hand and messaged back, my other hand on the steering wheel. I was about to keep my phone as it started ringing from an unsaved number. I hated picking unsaved lines so I dropped my phone but it kept buzzing non stop. I decided to pick up, the moment I put the phone over my ear, I couldn't hear a word. “George!!!!! Please save me!!! That man is here to kill me! He wants to kill me! He wants to kill me, George. Please save me!!” I quickly recognized Isabel's voice. I had not forgotten her voice whenever the PTSD she got from marrying a woman beater came. She was traumatized from that marriage with Keira's fat
KEIRA. I stirred, my eyes fluttering open as I slowly tried to regain stability and consciousness. I felt a pang of headache, I know I drank a lot of alcohol yesterday. I couldn't even recall how I came home. Groggily, I sat up, taking in the surroundings, I was in George's room and he was nowhere near me. Did Sebestian bring me home yesterday? My chest tightened, a wave of emotions washing over me. The memories of the previous night began to resurface, so George was with my mom till now. What was I even thinking? If I found pictures of a woman who he claimed he didn't love, I don't think I needed any other signs. I angrily stood up from the bed and walked over to my room as I opened the wardrobe and began taking my clothes out, I mean mine, not the ones George had gotten for me. I unlocked my luggage and began placing my clothes in them rapidly. I need to get out of here, I wasn't needed anyway. I was profusely taking them out with tears welling up in my eyes as I heard George's v
AUTHOR'S POV.George drove across the streets, his eyes blazing with anger. He only figured out Isabel might have done something after she began questioning him about the promises they made to each other. He gave her a second chance and this was all she could do! George couldn't help but get angry at the thought of it, the fact that Keira couldn't trust him made matters worse. He never intentionally ditched their plans, he wasn't going back to her, why wouldn't Keira believe him. George got to Isabel's apartment and rang the doorbell. After Isabel peeped through the spy hole, her face curved into a wide smile as she enthusiastically opened the door. “George!” She exclaimed once she set her eyes on him. “I knew you would come back..” She smiled, spreading her arms for a hug.George clenched his fists, his upper lips curling into a sneer.“What did you tell Keira?” He questioned, his tone squirming with impatience, shoving the fact that she wanted to hug him down the drain. Isabel'
AUTHOR'S POV. George couldn't stop slamming his hands on the steering wheel as he drove. He couldn't believe himself. He couldn't forgive himself for believing Isabel over Keira, now things were really over between them. He should have known the manipulative lady he dated thirteen years ago, she would use anything possible to accumulate pity. George picked his phone and began dialing Keira's number but it was unreachable. George gritted his teeth and increased the speed of his car. He wished Keira stayed, he wished she didn't have to go. After their altercation in the morning, he watched her leave with her luggage, knowing fully well she had no destination. Fuck, he really messed up. While Keira isn't picking up, he called Mark instead. “I need you to find Keira before the day runs out.” He demanded. Meanwhile Keira had gone to see Elena at the coffee shop with her luggage. Elena had nothing to say after Keira told her everything. Elena felt like she was in no place to advise K
AUTHOR'S POV. Keira took a cab and instructed the driver to take her to the bar from the email..Some minutes later, Keira arrived at the bar she was asked to come to. She paid the cab driver and went inside. Getting into the bar, a man who seemed to be in his early thirties waved at Keira. Keira reckoned he must be the representative of the company that wants to hire her. He was in a suit, had slicked back hair, pointed nose and thin lips. There was nothing abnormal about him. Following what Elena had said, she had to study him before heading in his direction. He was seated there at the bar lounge, not far from the serving area. Keira strolled to him and took her seat. “Hi, I'm k..” She tried to say.“Keira Miller” The man interrupted her and she closed up, gently sitting beside him on the couch. “ I'm Jones. The company's representative. Your work has captured our interest” The man said, talking as if he was really in for business. “Oh thank you. I'm flattered.” Keira spoke s
AUTHOR'S POV. Sebestian's eyes blazed with fury as he drove. He watched Keira's limp body on his car seat. He hit his hands on the steering wheel countless times to control his anger. He clearly told Isabel not to try anything stupid. Not to try anything that would hurt Keira. She dares send a man to have his way with Keira ? How could she?!Sebestian pulled over at a hotel instead of his penthouse. He didn't want Keira to get wrong ideas when she becomes conscious. He paid for a room and took her there. He would have taken her to his private suite at a different hotel, but didn't want George to know. And the truth was, George would definitely be searching for Keira. Sebestian gently placed her on the bed in the hotel room and watched her for a while. Thank God, he showed up at the right time, that bastard would have raped Keira. He heaved a sigh and covered her with the duvet. He called Elena to let her know of Keira's destination. Lastly, Sebestian left the hotel and drove to
AUTHOR'S POV. After much conviction, Keira decided to stay at the hotel. She discussed a few things with Elena before she left. Keira heaved a deep sigh, reminiscing on everything that had happened between her and George. She missed him so much. And she hated the fact that she had to act like that. She shouldn't have acted so rashly. She was too quick to conclude that George would keep going to Isabel. She picked her phone and texted Sebestian. She expressed her heart of how grateful she was between yesterday and the present day. Keira could sense that her mother might have had a hand in what happened.After Keira texted Sebestian, she laid on the bed and stared into nothingness for some time. It was late already and she still didn't get to eat anything till that minute. Her stomach made a loud growl despite not having an appetite. She remembered George was making her a hangover soup in the morning before their argument. Keira's heart couldn't help but ache, she couldn't help but f