Makaila's POV
Everything was back to normal. School became a place I loved to go to eery single day. No more bullying, fighting and all sort of shit. Christian and I became the most popular couple and even though I hated the whole popularity stuff, I had to get used to it and Christian was really understanding.
He never made me feel uncomfortable. Whenever we are at parties, does not leave me alone to hang out with his guys. He stays with me every single time. He makes me feel so special. He always have. I can't stop loving him because he made everything concerning me perfect.
As for Bethany, she got an early admission into Juliad and had to leave school very early. I was happy for her. Though we were not all buddy, buddy, we were able to work it through.
We are all almost done with senior year and everyone was preparing for prom. Rita and I decided that we would go to the mall to get our
Makaila's POVTen years later.I rubbed my big baby bump and smiled as I watched my little boy, Kayden run around playing fetch with Bruno, our dog. I gave the maids the final instructions as they set the big buffet table, getting ready for the barbeque get together they would be having in two hours. People were already beginning to show up. I looked at my watch and sighed. My husband, Christian's flight should have landed by now and Rita and Nigel would pick him up on their way. At least, they should have called.Christian was a star quarterback on the best football team in the nation. He was always away from home, representing his country in several world championships but he doesn't let it affect his time with his family. He was always at home whenever Kayden and I needs him most and He doesn't miss any family celebration.He also doesn't let the fame affect his relationshi
"Mummy please don't go." I cried, following her down the stairs. She paid me no heed, ignoring me like I was some pesky fly she couldn't wait to get rid off.She and Dad had another fight and suddenly she went to their room, packed all her cloths into the worn out suit case and began to drag it down stairs. Dad had gone out to get drunk, as usual."This is all your fault! Evil child! My misfortune began when I found out you were growing in my womb. I should have gotten rid of you since then but No! Your grandparents made me keep you. Now they are dead. I regret ever having you! I hate you!" She screamed at me as she made it to the door. I shivered as the words pierced through my heart like arrows.This wouldn't be the first time she would say those words to me. I have heard those words more times than I can count. She and Dad said them to me severally. I have never felt l
Makaila hurriedly wore her faded blue sweat shirt over a black jeans before picking up her roller skates and made her way down the stairs hurriedly. She had slept late because she had taken a night shift at the cafe where she worked after school hours. She only had thirty minutes to get to school before first period and roller skates wouldn't even get her there in thirty five. She would have to speed everything up today.Reaching the foot of the stairs, she saw her father passed out on their worn out couch with several bottles of liquor scattered around him. Shaking her head, she took the blanket on the sette and covered him with it. She rushed out of house, wore her roller skates and soon was on the road. Because it was really dangerous for her to skate on the road, she took the side walk.Sometimes, she wondered why she was so excited to go to school. It was better than home but also a hell
Makaila rushed out of class immediately the last bell went. She had only five minutes to get to the cafe where she worked per time. She quickly brought out her skates from her locker, slipped it on and started to roll.She made it to the cafe in ten minutes and quickly went in. The owner of the cafe is a woman with an indifferent character. Sometimes she burns cold and sometimes she burns hot. Makaila was really hoping that today was one of the days she would be cold. And thankfully it was. "I'm so sorry I'm late, Miss Sanchez." Makaila said. "Just get to your duty post. I do not have time to exchange words with you." Miss Sanchez dismissed. Makaila quickly took her apron and started getting the table ready for customers. She was a waiter so she took her note pad and slipped it into her apron pocket. Soon customers started to come in. Mak
Makaila got to school very late. Her face was swollen and red and she tried her best to cover all her scars by wearing a baggy hoodie. She rushed into class while they were almost ending third period. Immediately she entered the class, all eyes were on her. "You are late." Miss Tamika stated eyeing her with distaste. "I'm sorry, I really had a bad night." Makaila muttered. "Just get to your seat." Miss Tamika dismissed her and continued to teach. She found an empty space at the back and went to sit down. She saw Bethany and the other Cheerleader murmuring something and she was very sure it was about her. As soon as the bell went, signaling the end of the period, Makaila rushed out of the class to the rest room. Thankfully, no one was inside. She stood in front of the mirror and saw how bloated she looked. She still had
Makaila couldn't skate with the sprain on her ankle. She started walking all the way home from school, though it was pretty far. Using skates, it was like thirty five minutes but on foot, It was an hour and some minutes. Her legs were killing her and there were visible bruises all over her body.No one made a move to give her a ride, all their thoughts pointing to one direction. What if she dies in the car on the way to a hospital and the police charges them for murder? No one was willing to take that risk. At every step she took, pain filled her body. It felt like any minute, she would slump and pass out. She reached a road where cars weren't moving any more. Her vision became blurry and she began to stagger. She shook her head, trying to stay awake but her body was giving in to the weakness.She felt darknes
Makaila's POVI woke up with a very bad headache, still oblivious about my surrounding. My body still hurt but not as bad as before. Trying to remember what happened, I looked around and widened my eyes when I noticed that I wasn't in my room. I knew that because my room wasn't this big. I was on a king sized bed and it was incredibly soft, unlike my small brick like bed at home. I noticed my sprained ankle was in a bandage and a plaster on my fore head. I got down from the bed and opened the door, looking around for someone who would explain where I was and what I was doing here exactly. The house was big, that's for sure and everything looked so luxurious and well furnished. Maybe I had finally died and gone to Heaven. I chuckled at the thought I saw a stair case and began to descend it, minding my step. When I got to the foot o
Makaila's POVI was running through a dark road . I had no idea where I was going but I just kept running. He was chasing me. He wanted to hurt me like always. I didn't see the tree stump on the ground and that made me trip. He was getting closer. I could see his shadow approaching and I could also hear his wicked laugh. He came into view. "I've got you now." He smirked. I tried to run but my leg wouldn't let me. I was trapped. I saw a figure close by. "Help! Please help me!" I called out. The figure came into view and I saw who it was."Mum?""You will never amount to anything. No one loves you. No one will ever love you. You are a curse! I hate you." She spat out. "Please mum, help me. Don't le
Makaila's POVTen years later.I rubbed my big baby bump and smiled as I watched my little boy, Kayden run around playing fetch with Bruno, our dog. I gave the maids the final instructions as they set the big buffet table, getting ready for the barbeque get together they would be having in two hours. People were already beginning to show up. I looked at my watch and sighed. My husband, Christian's flight should have landed by now and Rita and Nigel would pick him up on their way. At least, they should have called.Christian was a star quarterback on the best football team in the nation. He was always away from home, representing his country in several world championships but he doesn't let it affect his time with his family. He was always at home whenever Kayden and I needs him most and He doesn't miss any family celebration.He also doesn't let the fame affect his relationshi
Makaila's POVEverything was back to normal. School became a place I loved to go to eery single day. No more bullying, fighting and all sort of shit. Christian and I became the most popular couple and even though I hated the whole popularity stuff, I had to get used to it and Christian was really understanding.He never made me feel uncomfortable. Whenever we are at parties, does not leave me alone to hang out with his guys. He stays with me every single time. He makes me feel so special. He always have. I can't stop loving him because he made everything concerning me perfect.As for Bethany, she got an early admission into Juliad and had to leave school very early. I was happy for her. Though we were not all buddy, buddy, we were able to work it through.We are all almost done with senior year and everyone was preparing for prom. Rita and I decided that we would go to the mall to get our
RECAP FROM LAST CHAPTERSuddenly, I felt a strong pair of hand around my waist and the persons chin on my shoulder. From his strong cologne smell that I have gotten used to I knew it was Christian. I giggled and stopped rinsing my hand, placed it on his and held him there. He nuzzles his head into the nape of neck and started kissing me there. My weak spot. I moaned slightly."What are you doing, Christian? You are supposed to be out there. It's your party." I whispered."It's not the same without you out there with me." He muttered, still kissing my neck."I have to handle things around." I told him. He turned me around and I was sandwiched between the kitchen island and him. I couldn't even think straight when he this close to me."I want you beside me at all times..." He said, his was husky. Maybe I also had that same effect on him when he was close to me. Not that im complaining. I want him closer than this to me."Uhn... Uhn..." That's all I could come up with, my mind filled wit
Recap from the previous Chapter... Christian came out of surgery the next morning and was taken to his private room. Though he was still induced in Coma, the Doctor assured us that everything was fine. Rose had told me to go home and freshen up since I've been in the hospital three days without having my bath. I heed and went home to have my bath and change. I was just wearing my jeans pants when a call came in. I checked and saw it was Nigel. I picked it up. "Nigel?" I said."Makaila, we need you to get to the hospital right now. Something is terribly wrong." He suddenly said. My eyes went wide as saucers and I almost fainted. No this isn't happening! "What?!" I exclaimed, hoping I was hearing wrongly. "Christian is not breathing well." He stated and I could hear the quiver in his voice. My heart almost stopped. "The Doctor said there are some
Recap from previous chapter... That was until we all heard a sound of several gun shots. We looked and saw Dennis with a gun in his hand. His hands were not cuffed anymore and he had tackled and killed some police men. The gun in his hand was directly pointed at Makaila who seemed frozen in fear as she couldn't move. Nigel held Rita close to his body as some sort of protection. I guess I spoke to soon. "Dennis, what are you doing?" I snapped at him. He shot the gun to the air several times and then pointed it at me which made me back down for a moment "Shut up, pretty boy!" He glared. Guns from several police where pointed at him but no one could shoot because he had his gun pointed to Makaila. Anything could happen. Dennis pointed the gun back at Makaila. "I should have gotten rid of you when I had the chance.""Why?!" Makaila w
Recap from last chapterMakaila's POVImmediately his delicate lips touched mine, I melted into his arms and started to kiss him back. It wasn't so comfortable because my hands are tied but I have missed Christian so much. I thought I would never see him again. He pulled back and touched his forehead to mine, using his thumb to clean my tears. "Look what they did to you." He cooed, inspecting my body. I chuckled through my tears and made him look at me. "I'm fine, but you need to explain what is going on to me. I got your note two weeks ago and and after that, there was nothing. What's going on?" I asked at him eagerly, desperately pleading for an explanation. Christian pulled me closer to his body and held me. "Baby, calm down. This is all Nigel's plan to get you out. Bethany was the one that opened up to us about your where about and
Recap from Previous Chapter.Makaila's POVMy tummy growled and I winced. Since I was brought here I haven't gotten anything to eat. The door opened and I looked up, my damp hair hanging on the sides of my face from sweat. It was Tyler. He smirked as he got closer to me. He removed the tape from my mouth and looked at me. "Look at you. You could have gotten me when you had the chance." He said. "Thanks but no thanks. I think I am better off this way." I smirked at him. "You are arrogant but I know you want me. You are a fücking whore taunting me with those cloths that you wear." He growled out but I looked on, not saying any word. That seemed to irritate him. "Christian is not coming to save you. You know that right. Now I can have my fun with you for as long as I can." He leaned in wanting to kiss
Christian's POVI raked my fingers through my hair in utter frustration, pacing the length and breath of the living room. The police men and I had just conducted another search for Makaila to no avail. I groaned in anger and I clenched my fist in anger, frustration, sadness and fear.Nigel and Rita had taken their turn in searching everywhere. Makaila's mum was safe in her hotel room with the police men on guard at every nook and cranny suddenly took my keys, entered my car and zoomed off to my favourite bar. I need something to drink, something, anything to get my mind off this whole situation. I got there and went to the stand."One shot." I told the bar tender. He nodded and served me.I drank it in one gulp and suddenly started to feel light headed. I suddenly felt the urge to cry. Makaila was slipping away through my fingers and I could not do anything about it. I have been expecting a call for ransom or anything but nothing was coming in. I do not want to loose her. I can't loose
Christian's POVAfter the incident at the station and getting to know that Makaila's father was out there and would be back for her, I became very concerned about the entire situation. I could not imagine anything happening to Makaila. Nigel and I came up with a ridiculous but genius plan and that was, we would be following her everywhere she goes,Without her consent, that is. We had to do it that way because we were certain that if she get to know what we are planning, she would kill the both of us, literally. But we had to do it because it was for her own good. It seemed like the only way, I am sure to keep her safe. I don't want to loose her. Not now, Not ever. I love her. The police were also available to keep watch around the house, any day but the weekends. They were doing their own investigations and trying to keep tabs on everything. I didn't leave Makaila sight especially at ni