Kendall"Wake up, I made breakfast." I heard Lance voice dimly in my sleep. I groaned. "Go away will you." He walked over to the drapes and pulled the cord which sent sunshine into the room. I covered my face with the sheets and mumbled under my breath. "Can you go away? I hate you." He pulled the sheets off my body. "I spent an hour preparing breakfast for you, so don't let me drag you out of bed, tie you up, and force you to eat. This took a lot out of me.""Why would you prepare breakfast for me? I don't trust you. You don't normally do nice things.""I don't trust you either, but we slept together right? Moreover, it's a one-time thing""In the same bed. We slept in the same bed,Lance. Not together. Huge difference.""I think it's practically the same thing,Sweetheart. Get dressed, and let's have a peaceful breakfast for once." He leaned over and kissed my cheek before walking out. I cringed at his lips against me.I dragged myself from the bed and quickly freshened up before going
Lance"No. I don't want to take her off life support." she paced the room while biting her fingertips. "I know it's been over six months, but I still want to try. Just keep the treatments going. Please." She hung up the phone and started crying. I walked across the room and placed my hand on her shoulder. She turned around and wiped her eyes."What's wrong Kendall?" I wiped the remaining tears from her eyes and cupped her face in my hands. I felt my heart saddened at the sadness in her eyes. A slight pain stung me."It's nothing of importance" She sniffled. "I'm going to prepare breakfast? What would you like? eggs? Pancakes? cereal? Fish and bread?" I grabbed her hand gently, before cupping her face."Talk to me" she pulled away and stepped back"Lance, It's nothing important. You have to get to work right? It'll be your first day back.""Is it your cousin? Is she okay?" she shook her head."Still no improvement.""I can have her flown out to another country where she can get better m
Kendall"You'll look so amazing when I'm finished with you" I assured Hannah as I curled her hair up with the flat iron."I don't know Mrs. Russo- Kendall. Are you sure it's not too much? What if he doesn't like me?" I hissed my teeth and went to stand in front of her."He would be silly not to. You look amazing." she stood up and stared at herself in the mirror."Are you sure this dress works well for me?Don't I look fat?""Miss Cindy, you look amazing. Now let's go, he's about to be here in five minutes"I held on to her hand and led her downstairs. The minute we got to the bottom of the stairs the door opened and Lance walked in. He looked at us suspiciously and placed the bag he had in his hands on the sofa."What's going on here?" He looked at Cindy from head to toe. "You like nice Cindy.Where are you going?""On a date!" I answered crossing my arms. He laughed but became serious when he took notice that we weren't laughing."Cindy. Where did you meet this man?""At the grocery st
Detective VergaraI stared intently at the man sitting in the interrogation room through the one-way mirror. He tapped his fingers on the table and glanced up at the cameras. As he did that, he shook his head in a rhythmic motion and rocked back and forth. Just like a suspicious person. I furrowed my eyebrows as I watched him. Would he do it? After working in the force for over twenty years you learn to put nothing past anyone. Everyone is a suspect. No one can be trusted.He stood up and started pacing the room with one hand on his hip. He walked up to the mirror and stared at it for so long, I literally thought he could see through it."You think he did it?" I looked over at detective William and shrugged. "He is nervous.""The fact that you brought him in means you suspect him?" I took out my notepad. "I'm going in" I took a deep breath as I pushed the door and entered the room.Time to get this case over with."Thank you for coming in Dwight" I reached over and shook his sweaty pal
KendallI gently massaged Lance head with lavender oil to relieve the migraine he was having. He just laid there with his eyes closed like a little baby calm as ever. It was as if he was enjoying it. I think his head should hurt him more often, he is really cute when he is this quiet.Each time I think about how he used to rip my head off I cringe. It was toxic and detestable, and I nearly lost my life for this. But right now, that is the past, and I am happy with this punk right now. I'm not sure what our future holds-"Do you think Dwight is attractive?" he asked, interrupting my thoughts. I furrowed my eyebrows at the question as I made my brain slowly process it.What type of foolish question is this?Why would he ask me this all of a sudden?That is a weird thing to ask your wife. Nobody in their right mind wants to know if the person they are in a relationship with finds their friends attractive. Even if it crosses their mind, it's not something they want to talk to their partner
Kendall"Thank you for assisting me with cleaning this room Cindy," I remarked as she picked up her cleaning utensils from the floor."You're most welcome Kendall. If there is anything you need, I'll be in the kitchen" she gave me a warm smile before walking off. I was happy that she was now accustomed to calling me Kendall instead of Mrs. Russo, it was very weird for her to call me that when she is much older than I am. "I will go and prepare a warm meal for you"We had spent two hours dusting and rearranging to Suzanne’s likeness so that she would feel more at home. I was still traumatized by that lizard that jumped from the closet onto my head. According to Cindy, it means that I am pregnant, but we both knew it was highly impossible, so we just laughed it off.The room was smaller than the other rooms I had been in, but it was comfortable and beautiful. The floor was fully carpeted with a fluffy, soft black mat that matched Suzanne’s personality. The queen-sized bed was covered wit
I've never been in love. I've never felt attracted to anyone the way I feel attracted to Kendall, and it is eating me alive because I want her for myself. I want to feel her touch, her hug, I want her lips against mine ... but Lance has that all to himself, and I hate it!Because she deserves a man who treats her with love and respect. That man is me, and the universe is taking too long to see that. The minute I laid eyes on her, you could call it love at first sight. I knew she should be mine. But how do I make her see that? How do I make her see that we would make an amazing couple? Kinda like Bonnie and Clyde. I don't want her viewing me as a psychopath when I'm just in love with her.I ran my hands through my hair, before pulling at it. I bit down on my lips until I felt pain. My anxiety is killing me because I can't even go to sleep without thinking about her. How close I want her to me. I want to make love to her, on the sofa, the floor, in the tub ... everywhere.Never have I ev
KendallI bent over with both hands on my knee, panting breathlessly as I looked up at Suzanne. She stood akimbo looking at me with pity in her eyes. I could tell she was judging me for giving up on those squats so quickly.But who can do a hundred squats and it doesn’t have you feeling like from your waist down was about to fall off? I couldn’t even do ten properly!I felt as if I had done a long-distance race from exercising in the yard since six this morning. It was now an hour later and I am in need of a burger and some fries to motivate me to exercise the next day. I should text Lance and beg him to purchase one, or two for me.It was unbelievable that Suzanne had been in a coma and still fitter than me. I was literally dying from exhaustion and body aches.“You really are an embarrassment to fit people.” She criticized.I’m sure there are hundreds of people who will side with me, that exercising is just not meant for us! Unhealthy is just the way to go.“It has been a while since
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