Kendall Life hates me. That's all I can say. How can it love me when I tried to end the pain, and it stopped me. The world would have been a way ... better place. Just as my mother said. The universe just had to involve itself and decide against me dying. Just because it enjoys seeing me suffer. Why did Lance have to save me? He should have just let me die. At least his life would have been better. I inhaled ... then exhaled. "How are you feeling sis?" Russell asked, interrupting my thoughts. I sat up and faced him. "I just wanted to die. Why can't you guys just make me die?! Your life would be so much better!" I screamed fisting myself in the head. "Don't say that! Please ... " He lowered his head and grabbed my hand. "This is all my fault Kendall. I should have never allowed this to go this far. I should never have made you marry that man. I should have been a better brother, but instead I sat around praying that maybe, just maybe things would get better. I thought that somehow L
Lance A few weeks past since my stupid wife tried killing herself, and somehow I find myself checking up on her as if I care. I really don't. Somehow, I just can't allow her to kill herself. Of course she gets on top of my last nerve, but that doesn't mean I actually want her dead. I just say that to make her feel like hell. The fact that she overdosed because of my words bothers me, deeply. It has been bothering me ever since, because she could have died, and it would have been my fault. I locked her in a position to not retaliate to me. I threatened the life of her cousin if she talked over me. That's some real pussy move. I can't help it though. How do I treat a woman who marries me for my money like a queen? I can’t do that! I can't love her. I need her to break, like glass. I need her to shatter! I need her to feel the pain I feel. I should've just taken the blame for the accident years back, but I was too young, and stupid. Prison is way better than a bitch mother and a fucked
Kendall "I have feelings for you." Harry words played through my head. "What?" "You heard me. I want you so badly Kendall. You are so sexy and beautiful. You're an amazing woman. Lance has everything. He doesn't love you, so we can be together. He doesn't even have to know about us. You are too perfect for Lance" "What type of friend are you?" I asked trying to push him away from me, but he wouldn't budge. "Lance doesn't deserve you. I do! You deserve to be treated like a queen, I can treat you like a queen. I'm not a billionaire, but I can make you happy Kendall! You must have seen the way I looked at you since the first day we met. The way I kept flirting with you. You must have known that I liked you! I know you like me too" He clasp both hands in a begging motion. "Excuse me, I don't like you. Never had and Never will! You're like a rotten mango filled with worms" "No Kendall, stop lying. You like me! I can see it in your eyes." "Oh my God! Those letters I have been gettin
Kendall I ate one slice of pizza then I went downstairs to get something to drink. To my relief both assholes had left. I poured myself a glass of cranberry juice and headed back to my bedroom. I switch on the tv and started watching the episodes of power, which I had missed out on. I wanted to shoot that dumbass Dre, and behead Tariq so badly! If only I could enter the tv. Just when the show started to get more interesting the doorbell rang. Of course I ignored it, but it kept ringing to my annoyance. I can bet it’s Mrs. Russo, or my mother. I got up and marched downstairs. I opened the door, and rolled my eyes. “Not happy to see me?” “Obviously not” “That’s not nice of you Mrs. Russo .I’m sure I’m your best friend” Andrew replied laughing. “So, what are you up to?” “Well … I was watching power, but you interrupted me” “That’s a dumb show” he growled. “Don’t make me fight you” I say pointing a finger at him. “That’s the best show out right now.” I closed the door behind me and
Kendall Tears ran down my face as I gripped at my hair. As much as I hate Lance I didn’t want this. How can he die like this?! How can the idiot die?! I get it! We all have to die, but not yet Lance. Not yet! “Mrs. Russo.” I ignored Andrew. “Mrs. Russo. Mrs. Russo!” “What?!” I bark. My eyes snapped open. I was covered in sweat from head to toe. My body was shaking in fear. “I’m sorry Mrs. Russo, but are you okay?” “I- I- Lance. Dream. I. Dreamt that he died” I wiped my wet eyes, sat up and scratched my now damped scalp. That was the most awful realistic feeling ever. I feel paralyzed. “Your husband will be okay” I nodded my head and stood up. What if this dream actually comes true? No Kendall. Think positive. I took out my phone and dialed his mother’s number again. This time she ended the call. I bite my lips and close my eyes. “Come on asshole pull through. You’re a jackass, but please … pull through.” By this time the press had already heard about the incident and they surrou
Lance I couldn’t get what happened out of my head. It was like a nightmare. I had to find out the person that did this to me. I tried contacting Linton but he was unreachable. I feel useless just lying here on the bed not being able to move without the help of Kendall. I’ve never known how tired I was until now. I turned on the television to the news. All they were talking about was my accident. If they could get in my house they would be on my doorstep asking questions. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Fuck my life. Why did this have to happen now? I kept thinking my mother would show up, even though I know she wouldn’t. There was a heavy knock on my door. “Come in” Russell walked in, to my surprise. “Brother in law. How are you feeling?” “Worse than death.” “Well? I hope you recover soon.” “Yes I hope so too. I’m surprised you came here, just as I was surprised to see you at the hospital.” “I’m only here because of my sister” I nod my head. “I want to ask you if you
Kendall “You need to get some fresh air. You can’t just stay in your room like a house rat.” I said, trying to persuade Lance to go outside. “I’m fine. I don’t need to go outside. My room is comfortable, and enough fresh air is passing through, so please leave.” He said stubbornly. “You can’t just stay in your room without coming out.” “Actually I can and I will. You’re not my mother Kendall. Not even my mother can tell me what to do. As you can see, it has been almost a month since I nearly died and she hasn’t even called” He clenched his jaw and lowered his head. “Just leave Kendall. Please. Just leave” “No. You’re going outside. Even if I have to fight you” He chuckled and looked up at me. “You think you can fight me?” I nod my head confidently. “You seem to forget you can’t walk” his facial expression became serious. I let out a laugh. “You think it’s funny? “Yup! Very funny. You look so helpless …. Well, you are helpless” “It’s not good to make fun of people’s situation Ke
Few Week Later Lance I jumped out of my sleep. My body was drenched in sweat, and I was shaking like a leaf. I wiped my face with my hand, and took a deep breath. These nightmares are killing me. Every night I close my eyes I see that man standing over me with the gun in his hands, then he pulls the trigger, and when I wake up, I feel like I’m still waiting to wake up from another nightmare. I can’t get it out of my head. I need a drink. That would help, but Kendall refuses to give me my vodka, or at least whiskey. Something to get my mind off all this. She claims medications and alcohol doesn’t go well together, but I doubt she knows what she’s talking about. There’s no use even arguing with her, she’s the most stubborn person, other than myself, that I’ve ever met. Although I don’t admit it to her, I’m more than grateful that she took the time out to help me despite everything I have done. I can’t bring myself to thank her to her face. I want to, but it’s so hard. How do I tell he
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