I feel a sudden shortness of breath, and my legs wobble as fear consumes me. My eyes scan the room, trying to find a place to hide. The desk next to the window catches my sight, and I dash toward it before hiding behind it. My hands shaking, I take out my phone from my pocket and dial Prince number. I wait for him to pick up the call, my lips trembling. " Cheska," comes his masculine voice, the sound of loud music in the club and people laughing next to him echoing in the background. "Prince," I stutter. For the first time in my life, I'm experiencing the moment when I find it difficult even just to utter a single word. I'm so frightened. " Hold on a second," he says, and the sound of deep thumping music and laughter in the background start to fade out. I assume that he's walking out of the club, because it must be difficult to hear my voice with all the loudness in there. I know that he's outside when I hear him push through the door. "Prince," I choke in tears. "S-someone ... So
Once the cops are gone, Prince and I enter my bedroom. Hearing that he would stay here with me makes me relieved. I don't think that I'll be able to stay here alone again while the psychopath is still out there, somewhere that's not in jail. I don't know when it starts, but now we're kissing. I circle my arms around his neck while he wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him. The kiss is soft and slow, making my insides melt, filled with warmth. "Are you feeling better now?" Prince whispers between our kisses. I pull away to look at him, only to find that he's looking at me with worry. His eyes are searching mine, as if trying to figure out what I'm feeling. The kiss leaves me breathless that I can barely speak. Nodding, I rasp, "Yeah." He pulls me into another soft but passionate kiss, which I gladly respond. It doesn't matter whether his kisses are fierce and brutal, or slow and innocent, they always make my knees go weak and my body on fire. The sound of raindrop
My eyes travel around the room now that I'm finally able to take a good look inside Prince apartment. Before me is quite spacious living room, and the rests are the simple but modern kitchen and dining room, styled in a mixture of industrial and contemporary. The apartment only consists of one bedroom. "Wow." I'm already liking the air here. It feels comfy but at the same time energizing. "Did you arrange all of these by yourself?" "With the help of a friend," Prince says, walking behind me as I stroll further inside. "I need a space where my mind can be creative but where I can relax too." I walk toward the glass window, staring at the amazing view of New York. "This must be an incredible sight at night." I gape. Prince lets out a small chuckle before walking off to show me his bedroom, and I follow suit. His bedroom is simple and not that huge but has the same amazing view. He leans against his desk while I continue the tour. Then something on the cabinet catches my attention. T
My eyes snap open, only to find the ceiling of my room. Everything is still dark. I wake up in the middle of the night. The clock on my nightstand shows 1.30 AM. I glance to my side. The bed is cold. Where is Prince? I remember him telling me earlier that he was going to drop by Alex place and that I should go to bed without waiting for him. Reaching for my phone on the nightstand, I wonder if he texted me to inform me about his whereabouts. But unfortunately, there is no text from him, and worry starts to stir inside me. All sorts of bad thoughts run through my head. It's unusual for him to leave me until this late, especially since the incident with the lunatic breaking into my house. What could have possibly happened to Prince? Did he get into an accident? I shake my head wildly. Why do I have to fill my mind with unnecessary thoughts? Be positive, Cheska. Maybe his phone battery is dead while he still has some matters to settle. It's crazy that when you fall in love, you start
Waiting for Prince to come home feels like torture nowadays. For the last two nights, I'd fallen asleep again while waiting for him until past midnight. And when I opened my eyes, he'd always been too tired to talk so that I had no chance to ask him about Gia. In fact, a part of me feels afraid to ask him about her. Like I'm going to lose him the moment I decide to do so. But now, I know that I have to. Communication is a crucial point in a relationship. Most relationships are broken because of poor or lack of communication. We have to trust each other. I'm too caught up in my thoughts that I'm startled the moment Prince enters my bedroom. As always, he looks tired and seems to be in a sour mood. 2:30 AM. He's half an hour early compared to yesterday. Before I can open my mouth to speak, he already strides toward the bathroom, and not long after that, I hear the sound of water. I sigh, hugging my knees on my bed, waiting for him to finish taking a shower. I watch as he finally s
When I step out of the club, I feel the cold wind blowing through my skin, but it's nothing compared to the coldness I feel inside my heart. It's frozen, and the pain is like being stabbed by a thousand needles. Prince pushes through the door right after me, and I whirl around, shooting him a glare. I'm so broken and mad to the point that I feel numb. I can't even cry. The tears are pooling in my eyes, but they just won't fall. No, I won't shed any tear in front of him. Not a single one. "What the hell was that?" I snap, my voice shaking. Prince runs his fingers through his hair, the frustration on his face telling me that it's killing him too. I scoff. "Well?" He shoots me a piercing look, but it's wavering and weaker than the usual. "Well, did you see me kissing her? Did I kiss her, or did she kiss me?" he shouts, talking as if it was not entirely his fault, like he didn't mean to do it. I'm amazed at how he just ignored the actual fact and that he still managed to speak real
The grip on my phone tightens as my eyes travel around my empty house. I'm still trying to absorb what's happening when my phone rings. When I look at the caller, I'm so surprised that I almost drop the phone to the ground. Drake. Inhaling a deep breath, I lean back against the front door before slumping onto the ground, my legs giving up on me. I press the button, answering the call. "Hi, Ches," Drake's voice echoes in my ear, and suddenly, I feel like crying. I miss him so much. I want to pour out all that's inside my heart, all the pain I'm feeling right now. I want to tell him about his best friend whom I've fallen in love with. But the words won't come out, stuck by the lump in my throat. How am I going to tell him? Prince has just broken my heart into pieces, all over again. "Hey," I say, my voice hoarse. "What's with the voice?" Drake playfully asks. "Still sleepyhead!" I let out a fake small laugh. "Yeah. Kind of." He laughs. "I wish I could lie down on my bed now, but
The moment when I broke down in front of Alex yesterday is still fresh in my mind as I'm walking down the hallway of my campus this afternoon. I guess that I just didn't have any other person whom I could think of helping me let out all the emotions building inside me. The person I should be angry at isn't even here for me to yell at. I just finished all my classes today, but these days, going home seems to be my least favorite option because it makes me feel even more lonely than I already am. But as I don't have any other choices, my legs bring me closer to the gate of the campus. On the way there, I sneak a look at the football field and into the hallway to the jocks' locker room, which is what I've been doing recently. Then I stop dead in my track. My breath catches in my throat, and I feel tears pooling in my eyes as I see the person whom Austin is talking to in front of the football team's locker room. Prince. I blink. Once. Twice. And then, I stop. I'm afraid that he'll be