Cheska Andrew watches me as I sniffle, wiping a tear from my eye. I take a deep breath, still trying to calm myself down after what happened at the apartment. "I'm sorry," I say. "I shouldn't be doing this." But the tears just won't stop flowing. Prince words cut deep through my heart. I've never thought that he was only using me for revenge. It's like the person whom I used to know never exists. The one whom I love and loves me back. The one who always makes me feel contented and safe in his arms. I've never thought either that Drake would have done something so horrible to his best friend. I guess that I just have nowhere else to go now. I don't think that I can face either of them. Andrew seems to worry about me. He has stopped the carina secluded area of the street. "It's okay, Cheska," he says. "I don't know what your problem is. But you can just let it out. I'm here, if you need someone to talk to." I just look down, feeling ashamed of myself. This is the second time that o
Prince My mind keeps playing the scenes when Cheska cried, over and over again. I think that I’m going crazy – the shit inside me fucking hurts. It’s so much better to take a full physical blow than to feel something like this. It’s been torturing me for the past two weeks, but right now, it feels ten times worse when I’m not blinded by Drake’s and Gia’s betrayal anymore. Do you think that it didn’t hurt me when I had to ignore you, Cheska? Do you think that it didn’t fucking hurt when I just turned the other way while you hugged me to sleep from behind? I couldn’t even look at your face. My mind was filled with their betrayal, and one look at you would mess it up in an instant. Do you think that I didn’t miss your delicate touch, your warmth and your love for me? That night in the club, I was so lost because I missed you so fucking much -why the hell did Henry call you if it hadn’t been for me? I didn’t even realize it when another girl sat on my lap, and my stupid drunken brain ev
Cheska Morning has come. The clock on the wall indicates 7 AM. And I still haven’t got any sleep at all. How could I? With Andrew curling behind me, caging me. He’s now outside the room, probably taking a shower after locking the door so that I can’t go anywhere. I look around, hugging my knees on the bed. There’s no other way out besides the door. There’s no window where I can see sunlight coming through. This is like a prison, making me feel like I have a claustrophobic even though it’s never in my record. Andrew opens the door, making me startled. He’s only wearing shorts, a towel around his neck, his hair still wet. He glances at me, making me look down in fear before he reaches for his clothes inside the closet. The moment I look back up at him, he’s already dressed in a pair of jeans and a green polo shirt. My heart leaps as I’m hoping that he’ll be leaving soon. There must be something that I can do while he’s away. He grabs his backpack and slings it across his shoulder be
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
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
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 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 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