Fredericks POVWhat ever got into her from school down to my room made her push me all the way back on my bed; she ruffled my shirt then down my pants. I didn’t bother pushing her off because I wanted it as well, and I might as well have made a sex queen.In a swift move, my pants were already half way down my knee, and she had my dick in their mouth, gently sucking the cum off the head of my cock. She then leans up and places her hip on me. "Let me take control; I need it,” she voiced, then kissed me hurriedly.Her hunger was unmatched; she had never craved sex as much as she did now, which came as an instant turn-off for me. Her word came back to me: I was ‘just sex’ to her."Joan, stop it.” I raised her hungry self off my body, but she pushed herself further and then ruffled herself on my body again."Stop it; we can’t keep doing this."“What is this? Is this not what you want? This is what Isaac took from you, right? He took me away, so here I am, presenting myself to you, and you
Joan’s POVIt was nighttime already, and everywhere couldn’t be any quieter than it was. Being seated at the dinner table was the worst idea at this point in time, knowing none of us wanted to talk to each other. The view was baffling enough, coupled with the weird fact that no one wanted to talk first.Before me were mom and Jones, eating with the tip of their spoons and their eyes darting at each other. Then, back to me, mom only made that face when she found it uneasy to talk about something.“What?” I finally broke the shackles of silence.“We are going on a vacation tomorrow,” mom finally blurted.What did they want me to say? I could tell her I didn’t want her to go, and she would stay back, or maybe I could tell her this husband wasn’t worth the stress, and for once she wouldn’t see me as a dumb girl who knew nothing about what a marriage is, a dumb girl who runs out of her problem when things become unbearable.“Have you heard?” Jones voice echoed in our ears, and then the lum
Joan’s POVI didn’t like him; at least I shouldn’t, or maybe I didn’t put enough effort into liking him; he was good, right?, or used to be.A lot of thoughts flooded my mind, like what if all this was a set-up to get back at me, or if he was playing mind games with Nita and I and somehow made me feel special, but he said he liked me, then what happened now?Instantly, I felt bad for even thinking in that direction, because damn it, it hurts so much—way more than it should.It's been a day, and he was already with my best friend. Like, that wasn’t enough; he rubbed it on my face because I wanted to break up with him, or I didn't give in to his obsessiveness.Nita had been following me around all along, wanting to explain why all these shenanigans were happening. I could tell she felt bad, but I didn't hold any grudges against her. Rather, I feared what mind games he must be playing with her, and I should have told her what was going on in my life.Even with all that, I still didn’t wa
NOTE: It’s all a work of fiction; it would be advisable to skip it. Trigger warnings ahead, including suicide and toxic thoughts.Fredericks POVA picture popped up on my screen. It was sent by an anonymous person, and it had Joan and me in it—one from my last visit to school—and it had both of us kissing. Damn it, who could it be? No one knew about our relationship. Someone out there now has a clip and is threatening to use it against us. “Wait for me!” Joan yelled from behind while she ran after me, “Stay back inside; don’t come out!” I said that to her, but she didn’t stop. The anonymous sender had requested that I come out of the building, which I did in hopes that he would be there, but there was no one there.Confusion settled in my mind at once. Someone was playing mind games with me, and it worked because my heart was rising and my mind had gone far and wide. Who might want to tease me this badly? Who could be in the hallway that day? Whoever it was, I swore not to let the pe
Joan’s POVWhat does he think I am—some kind of lady who he could just come back to, and I will accept him back? I was angry and annoyed that he slept with her after our conversation; it was just a blow in my ego that I meant nothing to him, just a swing of her fingers, and he was back to her like he didn’t just spend the best time with me.For crying out loud, we just had sex, and it was good; he said it himself, but he chose to act crazy just so he could escape from me, then spent the rest of the day talking with her and probably sleeping with her, then came back to me with a lame excuse that he spent it in the hospital.She was rich and could afford whatever company she chose, but because she chose him instead, I couldn’t breathe. I liked him so much that I wanted him for myself; I wanted him all to myself and not her. Whatever she had, I had it, but it seemed he loved her more than me.I felt stupid saying what I had just said, but I just needed someone, but Fred wasn’t the one fo
Joan’s POVThe day started off like every other miserable day in school, people looking and murmuring like some kind of jerk that couldn’t confron let me about anything, then there was Anita approaching me with an apologetic face; at least she wasn’t with Isaac, who was lurking around her like some kind of leach, which was good; his face was the last thing I wanted to see today."Hey""Hi,” I replied, walking towards the class,but she followed me. "Won't you at least talk to me? I didn’t know you had something to do with him; you didn’t tell me. How do you expect me not to accept? I mean, look at him; he’s cute and rich, and you didn’t tell me you liked him as much, Joan."She held my hands, so I stopped walking.“Listen to me; I am sorry.” She wasn’t having the silent treatment, and I could tell from the teary eyes that she was on the verge of tears.“I broke up with him already; I asked him why he swayed me into a relationship, and he gave a very stupid answer, so I broke up with hi
Joan’s POVI didn’t want to believe he had spies around, but Isaac was a psychopath; he could do anything; he could get whatever information he wanted, even if it was my personal secret. My main fear was what he was going to do with it and why he decided to let me know about his knowledge about the affair.“Joan” Anita came into the restroom, pulling my hands; my eyes were still clotted in tears. I pulled her in for a hug because I just couldn’t hold the thought to myself anymore; it was like there was no single happy moment with me; it was one problem after another, and at that moment I was tired.“What are we going to do? Do you want to tell your mother? How about we plead with him if he is willing to let this go with a consequence, but I don’t think it’s a good idea? Hey, cheer up; we will pass this mountain.” She coaxed me even more.“Clean your eyes and follow me out.” She held my hands, and as we walked out, my mind still twirled around the possibility that it might be leaked, a
Fredericks POVJoan popped her eyes at me, urging me to do something, but damn it, I knew the kind of monster that was waiting for me at the other end of this door, and I dreaded the outcome.“Coming, baby,” I said in the sweetest way I could forge out of my lips, then finally opened the door. The moment I opened the door, her palm hit my face hard.“Ass hole"She slapped me again, this time a lot harder than she did the first time. “You left me down there while I was sleeping. How stupid can you be? You don’t waste any time to get me off your presence, you wretched fool." She slapped me again; the slap burned, but she had the right to be pissed.“I am sorry,” I replied.But she replied with yet another slap across my face. It wasn't the first time she hit me, so I was expecting another if it pleased her. “Don’t let me go next time, you fool,” she scolded, then left.Looking back at Joan, who was now laughing at the display, "Fuck you,” I muttered. She poked her tongue out, teasing me
In a penthouse far from the world's trouble, Joan and Fred had just gotten the best news yet: she was pregnant with their second child after their first child, Janet.Their happiness was boundless; it was a miracle yet again. Fred held onto Joan’s waist, swimming her in the living room as they danced to the song made by the trees that surrounded them, while Janet clung to their feet, dancing around with them.It’s been three years since they had problems that were out of the ordinary—three years of utter bliss and love at their peak. And there were no enemies at their doorstep; they were so far from world trouble that they had forgotten what it felt like to be hated.After the gunshot at Joan’s wedding, Sophia shot herself and died at the reception. The wedding made news about how the billionaire's daughter shot her ex-boyfriend on his wedding day.Everyone criticised them for making her lose her own life; they trolled her for being his stepsister until they found out what really warr
Joan’s POV“You can take a look now,” the makeup artist said, turning the drafting chair so I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I was left speechless, and she placed the veil on my head, making my heart jitter.It looked so beautiful. I looked this beautiful, and it was a surprise to me at my wedding that I wouldn’t see my reflection till the final touch, just staring at the final touch.“Do you like it?” She said, patting my cheek with a makeup brush.“It’s perfect"“Well, I hope the groom is more shocked than you because you look stunned," she said, and with a fine touch, she kissed my forehead.It was my wedding day, and I had been up since 5 a.m., but it was worth it; the look was perfect.Few hours from now, Fred and I would be arriving in the church to exchange our vows before the reception, and even after so much planning, I still felt a knot in my belly, my heart pounding and my hands itching to be held by him.I imagined what he would look like and what his reaction woul
TWO YEARS LATERJoan’s POVThe weather seemed so cold today. I stretched my hands to feel his body, but it's nowhere to be found—not even close enough after rolling to the edge of the bed.“Baby,” I whispered, yet nothing at all"Babe, where are you?"Yet it was all so quiet. I waited a little; maybe he went to the bathroom. Looking at the side of the bed, it’s just 6 a.m. in the morning, so he either went for a run or would be back soon, so I waited, but it clocked nine and I was still on the bed.It’s a Saturday, and not just like every Saturday, it’s my birthday. I had expected him to wake me up with kisses and maybe good morning sex, but no, he chose to go out instead. I felt so disappointed in him.Picking up my phone I called him, but his phone was ringing, and he wasn’t answering. Fred was a sucker for his smartphone; he only slept two inches away from it every night, so I could swear that he saw my calls and heard all my endless voice messages, and he chose to ignore them.It
Fredericks POV“Never!”Dad turned immediately, shooting the first person who was unfortunate enough to be at the mercy of the pistol.George….“No!"Rushing towards him, I yanked the gun from his hands and pointed it at him.“Frederick, don’t shoot him; he can’t run anywhere now." George, who had just been shot in the arm, said he was bleeding on the floor and had now been carried away by the paramedics.Then I stared back at this embarrassment of a father. He held a smug look on his face as she stared deadpan at me.“You don’t have what it takes to pull the trigger; you think having balls like a man makes you any stronger; no, it doesn't; do your worst; you are just like me anyway.""Never; I am nothing like you; I never will be." I yelled, forbidding whatever he said. I had fought too much to remove that thought from my mind. I didn’t waste money on so much therapy just so he could look me in the eye and call me a replica.I was nothing like my father—nothing at all.“Fight it all
Fredericks POVAnother round of sex, a little kiss on the chin, some I love you and love you too, and she was good to go. I had just dropped Joan off at her school when I was driving back home.It’s been tough. So tough, but with all that had happened, at least I came out strong. The money from the inheritance was big enough to get me a house on the other side of the city, and I am currently building a car repair store. I had this undyinfnpassing for carsIt has always been my dream to own something like this, and somehow the universe came up to me at my lowest, gave me a fortune, and set me on the right path, which I took with the help of mom and Joan. I couldn’t be any happier, and even if I could, I knew it wouldn’t be different from this feeling I had inside.The feeling of utter bliss and no confusion, the calmness needed to pursue a dream I always wanted, the family support, and everyone else needed to get the perfect kickstart.And with time, I have come to understand that fami
Joan’s POVAfter mom's surgery, we were to go home and probably come to pay her regular visit, but that wasn’t the only good thing that had happened.Fred and I left the hospital and went back home, just to hear West crying. It was concerning, given the fact that Lisa should be consoling him, but he was banging on the door and crying bitterly when Fred and I pulled up at the house.“Hey baby, I am coming,” I said, rising towards the door and hitting on it so Lisa would open the door. I hoped she didn’t vent her anger on the little child who did absolutely nothing to cause her this much misery, but it seemed she wasn’t going to open the door, so Fred called her, endlessly hoping she would open the door but still doing the same thing.“Did she lock us out for good? You gave her the house, didn’t you?”“Yes, but is it not too quick to throw us out? I mean, I have things in there too." We started off by calling her name and banging on it even more. But it's still the same thing.“Move asi
Joan’s POVThe headaches, the gut feeling that made me want to sleep for a whole three days, and this crippling depression that I felt at the corner of my eyes made me feel like throwing up, but I didn’t drink beer; there was no throwing up here.I was just made to suffer the hangover coupled with this level of sadness that came over me the moment I opened my eyes. It's already morning, like most of the morning we had in this house. I wasn’t prepared to stand; I just wanted to survive the day while doing absolutely nothing.But it was mom's surgery; she needed me there. At least I can’t stay here or let Fred go all alone; it’s suicide, but seeing his face would be the end of me. I don’t want to know if he woke up well this morning or barely slept last night. I didn’t want to have the slightest affect shown towards me by him.I just wanted him out.But then again.Hospital..Mom…So I stood from my bed, then sluggishly carried my body to the bathroom. I was wrecked of sweat and liquor,
Joan’s POV“What?”“Yes, so just so you know, before you start blaming me for everything that has happened, I saw your message in the damn hospital. Get your head straight for once in your life, would you?"“Is mom okay? Where is she? What happened to my mother?" I yelled, pulling his collar. If anything were to happen to mom, I wouldn’t survive past today, and I made him know that with the way I reacted.“She’s fine, just a little seizure, and the surgery commences tomorrow, so we have to be there tomorrow unfailingly in the morning, and here you are, blaming me for taking time to see our mother; you are just, ahh, what will I do with you?”“Don’t talk to me like that; how would I have known?" I whined, feeling the pain of guilt down my chest; the liquor I had taken quenched, and my little uproar of courage died. I found myself wanting to cry again, but my eyes were tired, and if they had a mind of their own, I bet they would purge out of the socket. I had cried way too much today, b
Joan’s POVInside mom's room was the same as Jones's too, which this couple had defied; the broken vase was no longer there, so either Fred or his mother had cleared it because I wouldn’t, and not just that, I hope she hasn’t dented my mother's property because she was looking for something to steal; I won’t be quiet if that was what she was looking for.I would expose her to the world, and she would be dragged into it for the rest of her life. They could torment me all they wanted, but never my mother; she was too good to be despised continuously.Eagerly ruffling through everywhere till I finally saw a key similar to what she had explained, relief flushed over me.“Finally!”The tag and the address were just tagged at the side, and from the looks of it, wherever this warehouse was, it would take me an hour to get there, but since it was the only way I could find happiness on a day like this,.Why not?Shoving it in my pocket, I walked out of the room. I made my way out of the room j