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 Andrew towers over me, leaning closer to me on the bed. My heart rate kicks up a notch as fear clenches like a tight fist around my chest. The fact that I’m only covered in my thin underwear makes me shudder even more. Is he going to rape me? A smile touches his lips. “Don’t worry, Cheska,” he whispers. “I’m not going to do the same mistake that I did when I pulled you inside the alley. I want you to feel the same pleasure. I want us to make love. I want you to beg for me.” His words make me nauseated. There is no way that I’m going to willingly give my body to him. “ And now, we have plenty of time, since you’re going to be stuck with me forever.” His face draws closer, and I look away, feeling his breath against my ear. “ But for the meantime, let me have a taste of your skin . J-just a little bit, “he stutters. His sentence sends chills through my body. When he plasters soft kisses on my neck, I struggle to break away. “No! Get off me!” I scream. To my horror, he grabs
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
Cheska I reach for my clothes, which I just found earlier inside Andrew’s closet. That guy even hid them there, and I feel sick all over again. Does he expect me to stay undressed for him? After wearing back my jeans and blouse, I sit on the bed and clutch my dead phone tightly in my hand, waiting for Drake. I don’t know where the hell this place is, how far it is. Earlier when I sent Drake my location, I was too in a rush that I didn’t remember the location in the map. But since Andrew still plans to go to college from here every day, it can’t be that far. I don’t even have any idea what this place is. Is this a house? Or an apartment? While I’m waiting for Drake, half an hour feels like hours. I don’t blame him if the streets are filled with traffics at this busy hour. I just hope that he’s driving carefully and will arrive here safely. The thing I fear the most is if Andrew suddenly comes back. I shake my head, trying not to fill my mind with the worst scenario. But then, I va
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 The ride to California has been tremendously long. Of course, we move halfway across the country. But finally, we’re here. Drake pulls in when we reach his place. I get out of the car and look up at the house standing before me, the ray of morning sun upon me eyes making me wince as I block it with my hand. So, this is the house that Jake has rent for him to live in California. It’s a mid-sized traditional brick grey townhouse with a gable roof, and it has two storeys. It looks really nice. Drake steps up toward the entrance door and opens it for me. “Welcome to my house.” He smirks. I gape as I step inside. The interior looks more contemporary compared to the exterior. The house is filled with neutral colors and clean design lines, but there are some bold accent colors on some pieces of furniture. It looks super comfortable, and my body absolutely gives in after long hours of journey. I feel like I can just sink into one of the couches and sleep there. “Good to know that
Cheska Today is my second day in California. 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 thoug
Cheska Later in the afternoon, Fiona and I finally finish settling all my belongings in place. It's time for her to get back to her apartment, and I can sense that Jake's mood darkens once he knows that she's going to leave soon. Too bad for him, Fiona doesn't seem to consider another option. There's this mystery about Fiona that makes me understand why Jake is drawn to her. It's like she's doing this push-and-pull thing with my brother, which rarely happens because girls usually fall hard and fast when it comes to him. There's definitely so much more than meets the eye between them. When he sends her off at the front door, Drake says, "Thanks, Fiona. Couldn't have done it without your help." "No problem, Drake." Fiona smiles, and haven't I told you before how breathtaking her smile is? It's the kind of smile that belongs to the supermodel Barbara Palvin. So pretty. "Bye, Cheska." She waves her hand at me, and I wave back. Drake looks like he wants to give her a goodbye kiss, but