Chelsea's POV"Did he just slam the door in my face?" I pondered aloud in my thoughts, tears pooling in my eyes. Heartbroken and devastated, I struggled to make sense of his betrayal. He had referred to me as his plaything. All this time, he knew he had a girlfriend, yet he still came to me. I made my way to my room and slammed the door behind me. A loud sob pushed at my throat, trying to erupt and leave me a sniveling mess of tears and heartbreak but I forced it back. I have had enough of Ethan's constant mixed signals and dismissive attitude towards me which has been taking a toll on my heart. It was time to take control of my own happiness and live my life. The next morning, I woke up feeling determined. After a refreshing shower, I bid my mom goodbye, knowing my step dad's absence meant peace for a while.Stepping into school, I found Vivian beaming with enthusiasm. "You're positively glowing today!" she exclaimed."I've decided to shake things up and ditch the nerdy Chelsea yo
Chelsea's POV I watched him drive off and headed inside the house. Ethan was clearly furious, but I could see him trying to keep his composure. "Chelsea," he called out, but I pretended not to hear him. "I'm calling you," he insisted, grabbing my hand with his strong grip. "Ethan, let me go," I said calmly. He released his grip, and I went straight to my room without saying another word to him. I grabbed my phone and called my best friend Vivian. "Hey, girl," she answered. "Guess what!" I squealed. "You know I don't like guessing games," she replied. "Come on. By the way, where are you?" I asked. "I'm at home," she said. "Okay, Brian dropped me home!" I exclaimed. "Who is Brian?" she asked. "How could you forget? The new kid," I reminded her. "Baby, I'm done bathing," a man's voice sounded over the phone. "I thought you said you were at home," I said, confused. "I'm somewhere like home," she replied with laughter. "Idiot," I teased. "We'll talk tomorrow, bestie," she
Chelsea's POV"No, mama, I'm not going anywhere" he protested, making me feel a mixture of excitement and unease at his seductive tone."Mama," his voice dripped with charm, a term that always stirred something within me, despite my efforts to resist. It always had an effect on me and I kind of loved it. His hand glided from my shoulder to my waist, sending a thrill through my body."Why do you keep avoiding me?" he inquired, his smirk adding to the tension in the room. "What's up with you?" His gaze locked with mine in the dressing mirror, holding me captive with its intensity.I swallowed hard, unable to tear my eyes away as he drew nearer, his presence enveloping me in a tantalizing allure.I felt his lips clash with mine and my eyes opened in horror. I should have pushed him off but I wanted more. We kissed and smooched and I let out a good moan, I suddenly stopped and a disappointed look was written all over my face. I didn't like that I just let him touch me.“Please, you need t
Chelsea's POVTears streamed down my face as I lay still on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. When will this ever end? The question echoed in my mind, a plea for relief from the constant turmoil and pain.I left for Vivian's house early that morning before anyone could wake up. I didn't want to see Jason's face or that of my stepbrother, Ethan. Both of them were just pure enigmas for my existence. Throughout the weekend, I barely talked to anyone, including my mother, and I locked myself inside my room the entire time. "What's wrong, Amanda? You look worried," my mom would ask each time she saw me."Nothing, mom. I'm fine," was always my response. She knew I was hiding something from her and wanted to get the truth out of me. How could I tell her that I slept with my stepbrother and that her husband used me whenever he pleased?Brian, on the other hand, had been trying to talk to me since our date. But I had been avoiding his calls and didn't want to see him either. Fear always gri
Ethan's POVI sensed the longing in her gaze, pleading for more but I refused to yield so easily. I craved to hear her voice, to feel her surrender completely.Chelsea's cries of pleasure echoed in my ears, igniting a primal desire within me unlike my girlfriend who is never satisfied but sweet. I pushed myself into her, slow and deliberate, ensuring every inch penetrated her deeply, reaching depths that ignited a fire within her. She dug her nails into my back, gasping as I filled her completely, our bodies merging in a primal dance of passion and desire. "You can't do without me and you know it," I whispered in her ear, delving even deeper. "Yes!" She cried out.Her intoxicating sounds enveloped me as I danced to the rhythm of her desire. I halted abruptly and commanded her to turn around.Without hesitation, she complied, her expression questioning as if under a spell. I grasped a fistful of her hair, urging her to arch her back and thrust myself into her again. She clenched th
Chelsea’s POV I woke up to find that Ethan was no longer on bed with me, he already left the house. I groaned, pulling the duvet over my face, a smile creeping across my face as memories of last night flooded my thoughts. Just then, my phone chimed with a message, interrupting the tranquil moment and it was my best friend, Vivian. “Party at my place by 10, don’t be late,” the text read. I sighed; I wasn’t ready to face the outside world as I craved solitude, not the company of crowd. I crafted an excuse declining her invitation but she sent another message. “You don’t have to worry about the crowd,” she reassured. “I’m going solo. Just the two of us.” It was as if she could sense my reluctance. After several hours of sifting through my wardrobe, I finally settled on a perfect dress for Vivian’s solo party. “I think I will go with this one,” I mustered in my thought, admiring myself in the mirror with a satisfied smile. I made my way to Vivian’s house, she greeted me with a glas
Chelsea's POVI'm still trying to process what just happened between Jason and I. Did I just enjoy the sex with Jason? I wanted more but it's almost time for Ethan to return home.As Jason dresses, he casually brings up the pregnancy. "Who do you think the father is?" he asks, his tone devoid of any emotion. My mind races with uncertainty. "I don't know," I mumble, barely believing the situation myself. "How long have you known?" he inquires. "Just today," I admit, feeling a weight of guilt settling in. "I'll transfer some funds to your account to take care of it." His words cut through me like a knife, a cruel reminder of the man he truly is. "Why is it so easy for them to make such demands?" I seethed with anger, glaring at him with every ounce of hatred I could muster. "I'm not getting rid of it," I declared firmly. "That is not an option, you have to get rid of it," he insisted, his tone leaving no room for argument.Defiance streamed within me. "I won't," I protested, my voi
Chelsea's POVJason exited first and headed into the private room where my mother was admitted. I followed suit, locking the door behind me, my gaze fixed on him with a mix of anger and desperation. "You did this, didn't you?" I accused, my voice trembling with emotion as tears welled up in my eyes.He turned to face me, his expression unreadable. At first, he seemed to brush off my accusation with a chuckle, but then he closed the window screen, blocking out any prying eyes."You thought I was bluffing?" He said. My heart pounded in my chest, fear gripping me as I struggled to find my voice."Is he for real right now?" I muttered to myself, feeling a surge of panic rising within me. I grabbed onto a nearby chair for support as my legs were trembling and feeling weak beneath me."Do you really love her as you claimed?" I pressed, my voice barely above a whisper, my eyes pleading with him for answers. "Does she know?"Jason's sly grin only fueled my frustration. "You don't have to wor
"Chelsea!" My mom yelled and barged into the room, her disappointment was palpable, cutting through the air like a sharp knife. "Who's responsible for your pregnancy?" she demanded, her eyes drilling into mine. Caught between the truth and the suffocating weight of shame, I could barely utter a word. Tears welled up in my eyes as I struggled to find the courage to speak. "Mom, I'm sorry," I managed to choke out, my voice trembling with emotion. But admitting the truth about Jason or Ethan felt like an impossible feat. "Amanda, please, just tell me," she pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation. "Mom I can't tell you," I said in tears, feeling the weight of Jason's ominous threats. I remained silent, unable to bear the thought of exposing Jason and Ethan. Suddenly, Jason appeared. I guess my mom already told him everything, "Baby, ease up on her," he urged gently, his presence adding to the tension in the room. With a heavy sigh, my mom retreated, leaving Jason and I to grappl
Chelsea's POV"Hey mama," he slurred, stumbling into my room. The pungent odor of alcohol announced his presence before he even spoke. "What are you doing here?" I blinked in disbelief, taken aback by his intrusion at this late hour. "I came to see you," he smirked, leaning casually against the doorframe. "You can leave now. I've never been better," I snapped, my patience wearing thin. Ethan had been distant ever since the bombshell news of my pregnancy, and I suspected he had his own suspicions about my recent doctor's visit. "Calm down, mama. I know you're angry," he said, easing his way into the room and closing the door behind him, though he didn't bother to lock it. "You have every right to be mad. I haven't been myself lately, and I want to make it up to you," he added, his words dripping with false sincerity. His story pulled at my heartstrings, but I refused to be manipulated like before. This time, I was determined to stand my ground and assert myself.With determinatio
Chelsea's POV"What are you doing here," I asked."I came to check up on you. Vivian told me you weren't feeling well," he said while I hissed and roll my eyes. "Vivian can't keep her mouth shut." I pondered in my thoughts."Thanks," I finally said to him and was about to lock the door back but he held it with a friendly smile on his face."Can I have a few moments of your time? I want us to talk," he said with a pleading face. I know I have to give him the opportunity because he is not going to give up asking. I smiled and walked him to the flower garden, away from Jason's sight."What do you want?" I asked." Did I do something wrong? You have been avoiding me since after our date. You don't pick up calls or reply to my message. The worst is you hide whenever you see me around. Did I do something bad?" He asked, his words piercing my heart. He didn't do anything wrong to get such treatment from me. Brian is really a good person but I don't want to break his heart. My life is already
"You did what?" Vivian exclaimed, leaping from her chair in shock. "I know it's wrong. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry," I pleaded through tears. "Hey,hey. Now you listen to me. It's not your fault, okay? Stop shedding tears," Vivian reassured me, her voice gentle yet firm. Vivian had always been my rock, my unwavering support, and I couldn't imagine navigating this turmoil without her. But she hadn't heard the full extent of my confession yet. She didn't know about the pregnancy, the looming threat over my mother's life. How would she react to this bombshell? "No, no, you don't get it," I sobbed, struggling to find the words. "Um, um," I stuttered, grappling with the weight of my revelation. "You know you can tell me anything, right?" Vivian said softly as she approached me, enveloping me in a warm hug. "I'm pregnant, Viv. I'm pregnant. My mom's life has already been threatened because of it," I confessed, bowing my head in shame. Vivian pulled away from the embrace and bega
As I sat in the hospital waiting room, fidgeting with the edges of an outdated magazine waiting for my mom to be discharged, a stranger approached me, he was dressed in jeans and a hospital shirt and I guess he is one of the hospital workers. He slipping a folded piece of paper into my hand with a fleeting glance. Confused, I waited until he disappeared around the corner before unfolding the note, my heart pounding in anticipation.The words scrawled across the paper sent a shiver down my spine, hinting at a dark secret buried within the walls of the hospital. "I saw everything. Dig deeper into him, he is worse than that," it urged, like a whispered warning from an unseen ally.Clutching the note tightly, I felt a surge of uncertainty wash over me. Could I trust the words of a stranger, or was this just another cruel twist in the nightmare that had become my reality?As I wrestled with the decision to uncover the truth, I knew that whatever path I chose would lead to consequences beyo
Chelsea's POVJason exited first and headed into the private room where my mother was admitted. I followed suit, locking the door behind me, my gaze fixed on him with a mix of anger and desperation. "You did this, didn't you?" I accused, my voice trembling with emotion as tears welled up in my eyes.He turned to face me, his expression unreadable. At first, he seemed to brush off my accusation with a chuckle, but then he closed the window screen, blocking out any prying eyes."You thought I was bluffing?" He said. My heart pounded in my chest, fear gripping me as I struggled to find my voice."Is he for real right now?" I muttered to myself, feeling a surge of panic rising within me. I grabbed onto a nearby chair for support as my legs were trembling and feeling weak beneath me."Do you really love her as you claimed?" I pressed, my voice barely above a whisper, my eyes pleading with him for answers. "Does she know?"Jason's sly grin only fueled my frustration. "You don't have to wor
Chelsea's POVI'm still trying to process what just happened between Jason and I. Did I just enjoy the sex with Jason? I wanted more but it's almost time for Ethan to return home.As Jason dresses, he casually brings up the pregnancy. "Who do you think the father is?" he asks, his tone devoid of any emotion. My mind races with uncertainty. "I don't know," I mumble, barely believing the situation myself. "How long have you known?" he inquires. "Just today," I admit, feeling a weight of guilt settling in. "I'll transfer some funds to your account to take care of it." His words cut through me like a knife, a cruel reminder of the man he truly is. "Why is it so easy for them to make such demands?" I seethed with anger, glaring at him with every ounce of hatred I could muster. "I'm not getting rid of it," I declared firmly. "That is not an option, you have to get rid of it," he insisted, his tone leaving no room for argument.Defiance streamed within me. "I won't," I protested, my voi
Chelsea’s POV I woke up to find that Ethan was no longer on bed with me, he already left the house. I groaned, pulling the duvet over my face, a smile creeping across my face as memories of last night flooded my thoughts. Just then, my phone chimed with a message, interrupting the tranquil moment and it was my best friend, Vivian. “Party at my place by 10, don’t be late,” the text read. I sighed; I wasn’t ready to face the outside world as I craved solitude, not the company of crowd. I crafted an excuse declining her invitation but she sent another message. “You don’t have to worry about the crowd,” she reassured. “I’m going solo. Just the two of us.” It was as if she could sense my reluctance. After several hours of sifting through my wardrobe, I finally settled on a perfect dress for Vivian’s solo party. “I think I will go with this one,” I mustered in my thought, admiring myself in the mirror with a satisfied smile. I made my way to Vivian’s house, she greeted me with a glas
Ethan's POVI sensed the longing in her gaze, pleading for more but I refused to yield so easily. I craved to hear her voice, to feel her surrender completely.Chelsea's cries of pleasure echoed in my ears, igniting a primal desire within me unlike my girlfriend who is never satisfied but sweet. I pushed myself into her, slow and deliberate, ensuring every inch penetrated her deeply, reaching depths that ignited a fire within her. She dug her nails into my back, gasping as I filled her completely, our bodies merging in a primal dance of passion and desire. "You can't do without me and you know it," I whispered in her ear, delving even deeper. "Yes!" She cried out.Her intoxicating sounds enveloped me as I danced to the rhythm of her desire. I halted abruptly and commanded her to turn around.Without hesitation, she complied, her expression questioning as if under a spell. I grasped a fistful of her hair, urging her to arch her back and thrust myself into her again. She clenched th