Enough drama for today. Now I just need to lay in my bed and hit the hay. “I'm going.” I turn and walk further to the door. “I can't stay here anymore,” I murmur. “Let me drop you,” he insists. “No need to. I can take a taxi,” saying, I open the door and step outside the room. Just then, as I walk further in, he wraps his arms around my body and tugs me closer to him, letting my back collide with his chest and embracing me in a back hug. “Keep your eyes peeled. Aiden's anger is not a joke. He can hurt you. But the ball is in your court, Belle. I hope you won't become that girl who tolerates this type of guy.” He pulls away from the hug, takes a grip on my arm, and turns me gently. He brushes the strands of my hair, looking into my eyes. “I know I’m not the good guy…the one who does the right things, who everyone loves, and the one people cherish,” he whispers against my lips. “But trust me. I'm just wanting to protect you, Belle. I will never harm you.” He slips his arms aro
After releasing a decent amount of tears, I think of going outside the washroom. Lest people will start perceiving that I attempted suicide inside the washroom. I'm feeling like dying but somehow I am not giving up. Wiping my tears away, I gasp and manage to smile. A fake smile. As soon as I turn and open the door, I see Ethan. This guy never leaves me alone. He has taken an oath to follow me everywhere I go. Such an irritating person. I think of walking away, but then, my blood boils in anger, recalling the things he has done till date—stalking, hacking, unofficial kidnapping. I was delightful in my relationship with Aiden, even when I was not in love, even when I was trying to convince myself that I love Aiden. At least I wasn't aware of all these things at that time. But now, because of this person I am aware of the fact that I don't love Aiden. I hate him more now. Why did he enter my life? Everything was going fine. Everything was normal. Even when Aiden manipulated me into th
After days of inner conflict and deep thinking, I have decided to meet Aiden and tell him about my ambition. I can't run away from this. He's my boyfriend. I have to face this. I need to tell him. Nothing bad will happen. He loves me, and he'll understand everything. I'm caught between a rock and a hard place. I know it's not a piece of cake to handle Aiden's anger, but let's do this daunting task. Before stepping outside the dorm room, I stare at my reflection in the mirror as I tuck my black V-neck ribbed knit cardigan inside white high waisted trousers, and put on white sandal heels. My long wavy dark brunette hair is looking ravish, reaching up to my hips. I wear my silver diamond pendant. As I apply strawberry lip balm, I suddenly recall memories of those days when I was new in New York. I had a bangs haircut back then in 9th grade, and Emily had a bob haircut. We were sitting in the cafeteria; I was applying my strawberry lip balm as I always apply every other hour. All of a
If there was some other girl at your place, I swear, I would have killed her, Belle…for saying such things about my father,” Aiden growls, tightening his grip on my throat; but then he shoves me back, as his tears roll down on his cheeks. “You have already killed her,” I sob, as more tears stream down my face, my lips trembling from constant sobs. “Congratulations, Mr. Allen, you have killed Belle.” “What nonsense are you saying?” he barks. I try to stand still and lean against the glass walls of his living room. My knees feel weak. I collapse and fall down, my back is touching the glass window. Tears might be falling from my eyes. I don't know. I am not feeling anything anymore—not even pain. I am numb. “You killed her. You killed Belle,” I murmur, just repeating these words like a lullaby. Panic surges through my body. My body is shivering badly. I am unable to catch a breath. He kneels down in front of me, holding my arms, trying to soothe me, but that doesn't seem to work.
This is a dream again. I know. I shove him hard on his chest and stand at the ledge again, wanting to jump off. My heart is pounding in my chest. The ground seems so far, and the tiny people below are moving like ants. I can feel my legs trembling and a surge of panic rushing through my body. “Belle, get off,” Ethan growls. I glance back and see him. His face pale and eyes wide with fear. I know that look—he’s terrified of losing me. He reaches out his hand, his voice shaking as he calls my name. “Please, don't do it,” he begs, his eyes pleading with me to step back. “No. You wanted to ruin my pride. You wanted to ruin my relationship. You've ruined it. You've ruined everything. Let me die with peace, at least,” I shout. As I take a step in the air again to jump off the building, he grabs my hand and pulls me back, fuming with rage. “Just let me go. Let me go,” I groan, trying to free myself from his grip and sobbing continuously. “I will not let you die…until I'm breathin
After crying for almost two hours in the rain, and at Aiden's place, now I don't even remember he was my boyfriend in the past. I am not feeling any hurt and pain. I heard people don't even like talking to other people or stepping outside their rooms after their break-ups. I am not feeling anything like that. Maybe, I wasn't in love that's why, or maybe because Aiden never treated me well. I was crying because of losing the challenge from Ethan, but now I am not even feeling the same pain I felt a few hours ago. Ethan is not laughing at me as I anticipated, because I have lost the challenge. I think I always misunderstood him. He's not that bad. As my phone starts ringing, my hands reach for my phone in my bag. It's Aiden. I don't want to talk to him. I end the call, but it starts ringing again and again. Getting frustrated by his calls, I block his number from everywhere. I step towards the table adjacent to the bed and place my phone on it. In the whole room, there's not a singl
Running away from there, I reach downstairs again, weeping constantly from this agony. I don't want to face Ethan anymore. It is hard to digest that we both liked each other, but we both never tried to confess. The wet shirt clings to my body, heavy and soaked through. I shiver and sob uncontrollably, feeling the cold seep into my bones and heart heavy with pain. My wet long hair clings to my wet body, water dripping from it. Each breath I take is shaky, my chest tightening with each shiver. My body is shivering, not just because of getting drenched in rain, but because of my overwhelming emotions. I wrap my arms around my body, trying to calm down and seek some warmth, but it is no use. Tears mingle with rain water dripping from my hair on my face. It is feeling like a heavy weight pressing down my chest, making it hard to breathe. I feel broken, alone, and foolish. Why hadn't he told sooner? Why did I waste so much time over that idiot Aiden? I feel a hand gripping around m
Tangling my fingers in Ethan's wet hair, I pull him for a kiss—a wild kiss. I am biting the poor boy's lips, kissing hungrily. He is kissing too, but my gentleman is not biting my lips. “Wild cat…” he murmurs in between our kisses. I chuckle at his words. “Were you expecting a shy girl?” I cock my brows, slipping the straps down from my shoulders slowly; and then, I throw my bra away. He shakes his head. “Not at all.” Wrapping his arms around my waist, Ethan pulls me closer, trailing warm and soft kisses all over my neck. I struggle to catch a breath. “I could never like a shy girl. I love your boldness, Belle,” he whispers. Feeling my chest tightening more by each passing second, I feel like crying. “Ethan, my breasts…” I whisper, gasping for air. Trailing down to my breasts, his lips circle around my nipple. A soft moan escapes my mouth. The first lick is electric, sending waves of pleasure in my body. My fingers tingle in his damp hair, pulling him closer to me. His touch