Achilles’ Point of View:
“I want exclusivity from you too,” I heard her say and oh boy, was it followed by a long silence. I looked at Carlos who had an expression that most people might describe as ‘the expressions of a crazy man’.“Gimme a minute,” I replied and muted the call before Carlos snatched my phone and kept it on the table.
“What the fuck, man? What’s going on? Are you two—?”“I don’t know!” I cut him off.&ldquoIsabelle’s Point of View:I left his house after our little make out session. There was no way I could have thought that I’d end up in my current situation two days ago—but I guess fate has its own plans no matter what you do.I don’t think I object to it, though. It was like a fantasy to me, even after everything that had happened. Sure, my brain was screaming at me, but my pretty teenage heart wasn’t mad about it. I could sound mature and say that I fucked up, but I knew deep down, I wanted nothing more than him.Maybe all my dreams were indeed gonna come true.…I was making my lunch a few hours later, thinking about my future. The next admission session — for the next semester — was going to start after six months, meaning these few months I had nothing to do. I had already earned more than I’d need, so there were no monetary issues. Although I did return like a 100 million dollars back to Achilles’ account. Apparently he counted the 12 hours I slept, and plus the almost 3-4 hours
Isabelle’s Point of View:“You’ve got to be kidding me, Bella!” I heard him almost yell at me as soon as I took the phone in my hands.“What!?” I asked, frustrated. Oh, I hated being yelled at for no reason.“Why is this guy over at your place? You know the rules apply to you too!”“Ew, how can you think of that? He’s just my friend, Achilles.”“Oh so why are you suddenly calling me Achilles?” He sounded too demanding.
Isabelle’s Point of View:The rest of the night went better than I had expected it would. Even if I was scared after what had happened that night, he was gentle as ever and took it slow till I was completely ready.After that, I slept over at his place and decided to return in the morning. He wasn’t your normal sex-buddy.‘Sex-buddy’. Haha. To be honest, this was really a fantasy and I was freaking out on the inside. I never thought I’d lose my virginity, let alone to him—and that was a long time ago. Now I was sleeping with him on an exclusive basis.Well, what I was saying earlier—
Isabella’s Point of View:“I think I’m in love with you, Bella…” He whispered.I froze as I processed his words. My heart beat could easily be heard by my ears at this point, as my brain tried to comprehend the meaning behind the words he just spoke. His voice echoed through my brain, ears and whatever it travels through.Even though I wanted to prompt myself to speak up, there was no sound in my throat. There was no reaction. Everything was too dramatic, to be honest—I shouldn’t freeze like I was in a movie, but I couldn’t help it.His eyes wandered from focus
Isabelle’s Point of View:Our kiss continued for the longest time ever and I pulled back when I ran out of breath. He smiled at me and kissed my forehead.“I’m so lucky to have you.”His words were like a symphony to my ears. I was flabbergasted, taken aback, and freaking out all at once. This seemed to be a happy ending to a long-awaited sad life.“I believe you know that this is something I’ve wanted forever.”“I know,&rdq
Achilles’ Point of View:“Yes. They are my father’s people,” I said in a low voice to Carlos. He looked at me and exhaled. It was obvious he felt pity for me—but I didn’t.Although it was true that I had no idea he would do something like this, atleast not before he even knew we got into a romantic relationship. It really makes me wonder if he had some people assigned to spy on me and actually did get the information on me.It didn’t matter. What matter was that he had taken Isabelle in spite and I had to get her back. It was somehow relieving to know that he was the one behind this—for some reason, I kne
Achilles’ Point of View:Everything was falling apart.The doctors told me that her reaction toward me was much more hostile than any other person she has seen, so I was supposedly her trigger to whatever she went through at that time. They suggested I stayed away till she made a full recovery—which they didn’t have a timeline on, or a confirmation even.Carlos was also taken aback when I told him everything. He couldn’t understand what happened, or why she didn’t call me when she got out. She had just wandered off on the street till someone saw her covered in some blood. They called the ambulance and asked if she was okay, but she didn’t speak a word.The person described her state as “in shock” and “not responding to any stimuli” and that’s when he called the police. Carlos was at the hospital because… well, I don’t know why he was there—but he saw her and did the same, and she didn’t reply. That’s exactly when he called me and asked me to come.I understood that my father had done
Carlos’ Point of View:I was afraid for Achilles. He had gone through a lot in the last few days alone, and what was happening at the moment just made him almost miserable.This was literally our only hope to find out what really happened without actually asking that old piece of shit. If it were up to me, I would ask him to abandon him and ask his man to torture him till he leaves this Earth, but I knew better than that.When Stefan came, we both went inside her ward—giving a small reassuring, yet sad smile to Achilles. I could feel that his heart was breaking.I had never seen him in love. In all these years of our friend