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
Achilles’ Point of View:I hung up the call in rage and left the hospital for a walk. As I was walking on the sidewalk, I saw Carlos coming back with the drink for her.“Hey, Achilles. Your call’s done?” He asked with a cheerful expression.Ah, crap. I really didn’t want to deal with this. I just wanted a normal, fucking walk.“Uh, yeah.” I said as my eyes wandered on the street.“What’s wrong?”
Achilles’ Point of View:“I need to kill that fucking monster…” I muttered with distress as I started walking toward the exit of the hospital.“Hey, don’t be stupid, okay?” Carlos followed me and stopped me again. “What’s wrong with you? Have you completely lost your mind?”“I don’t know what to do, Carlos! Did you not hear what she said!?”He exhaled. “I did, but did you? You promised her you wouldn’t do anything reckless. Is this you not doi
Isabelle’s Point of View:I was sitting in the courtroom, right next to my lawyer. It was weird to be here, after what happened. I didn’t know if I’d find the courage to take the matter to court, but when Ace said he’d do it if I didn’t, it just felt right for me to be the one.He had done so much for me. I know I was the one who went through it all, but he stood by my side—metaphorically, and never gave up on me, even though he could’ve walked away with good reason. He didn’t feel the need to force me into seeing him, or even rush me at all. There was no one else who could’ve been more patient and understanding than him. Maybe that was all the more reason why I didn’t want him going against his father—I didn’t want him to get shit in returning of everything he had done to me. When the judge asked me to present them with any witnesses if I could, there was silence for a few moments. I hadn’t thought of anything, to be honest. My lawyer did some of the thinking and planning, but I was
Isabelle’s Point of View:“I’m so happy for you, Isabelle. I hope you make a fast recovery now that he’s in jail. You’re safe now,” The doctor said to me and I smiled.“Thank you so much for all your care,” I replied. “You’re a really nice person.”She gave me an even bigger smile before walking off. I turned around and I saw—I finally saw Achilles.My eyes widened as I realised… I was not having any attack.“Ace.” I breathed out and he chuckled in disbelief as he walked over.“You—you’re okay?”“Yes!” I laughed. “Ace, I’m okay!”He pulled me into his embrace immediately as he hugged me for the longest time. I realised I had never felt any safer in anyone else’s arms ever before—that he was indeed my safe haven.“God, I missed you so much!” He said as he pulled back. “I only pulled back cause you’d suffocate otherwise.”I chuckled. “Ace, I—I missed you more!”We just looked into each other’s eyes for some time. It had been so long since I looked at him, it felt unreal. To my mind, he
Achilles’ Point of View:“Take a step toward her if you dare, and then we’ll see,” I said with a bold voice and looked at the man standing in front of me.He was a little taller, a bit more muscular and a tad more intimidating than me, but he was also the bad guy. Bad guys don’t win.He stared at me for a few minutes, trying to see if I’d back down and give up, but there was no going back. I stared back with an equally powerful gaze and he finally retreated as he looked away.“I don’t want a fight,” He said, “I just wanted to talk to my daughter.” If I didn’t know
Achilles’ Point of View:The next day was fairly interesting. The Ears Tour show was tonight, so the entire day was spent in the nearby shopping mall, looking out for the perfect dress for Isabelle. I was actually really excited for her to be happy about something and take her mind off things for a little while. Apparently, she had been the biggest swiftie in all the people I knew, and I never knew about it, but man was I here for it.“Hey, what do you think about this?” She said as she pulled up a pink dress. It was a long stylish one-piece dress, with a light embroidery and the touch of a royal dress. It had heavy frails towards the end and looked kind–of uncomfortable.“Uhh if you like it.” I
Achilles’ Point of View:I woke up with a pounding headache. As I looked around, I groaned, blinked and finally saw Bella standing beside me, looking sideways.“Bella?” I whispered, my voice hoarse as there was a sharp pain in my throat.She turned toward me and smiled. “Hey, Ace. You okay?”“I—I guess,” I whispered as I sat up. She brought me water and I sipped it down, feeling the pain relief. I realised that we were in my apartment and in my room.“What’s the time?” I asked after a moment.“Oh you should ask what the day is,” She chuckled lightly. “You’ve been asleep for like 27 hours or something.”“What?” I picked up my phone kept on the table kept at my bedside in a hurry.It was definitely midday—3:14 PM—but the next day from what I remembered. “Oh fuck, seriously?”“Hey, it’s okay. You needed that rest. Have you not been sleeping well?”“Uh,” I exhaled. “Maybe.” I didn’t want to accept it else she would only make it harder for me.“You need to take your beauty rest, handsome.
Achilles’ Point of View:I couldn’t convince myself to follow her when she left my room. If I were honest, I wanted to—so badly, but I didn’t have it in me. I couldn’t face her after what I had said to her. I fell back on the bed. Did I really just fuck things up with the love of my life over some money? But it wasn’t about money, was it? I just wanted—I was just not used to people doing things like that. I was not used to forgiving. I’ve always been alone in things like these, and it just seemed… outrageous, at the moment, that she would do something like that. Sometimes, her words seemed to be true. Maybe I was my father, cause at times like these—I could see him in me. Carlos entered my room moments after she left. “What’d you say to send her crying like that?” His words made me feel even worse. I sat up and looked at him with a helpless expression. He had supported me so much in my relationship with Bella, and now how was I supposed to tell him how wildly I had fucked it up i