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63. Something Dread
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Ruthless 64. Betrayed
Celia's POV Maybe it is his plan, to surprise me by getting on my nerves. If I know him well, things like this amuse him a lot. I still remember the day when he was standing outside the operation theatre, how his eyes spill dread when he caught the sight of me in blood stained clothes, how he dropped his coat, how he scooted to take me in his arms. I am expecting him at the end of the every turn I took, outside the every room I go in. Maybe this is a joke which has worn me out a lot more than it should. He bought a ring, didn't he? He is definitely up to something. These are the things I said to myself to keep myself worry free. Then it came, the Monday. And he isn't here yet. When I entered the hospital, everyone looked at me like they are looking at something so cheap. And there she is, Amanda with a smirk on her face while some held scowl, some are scoffing. Like always, I ignored them and went straight to change my d
Ruthless 65. He left
Celia’s POV I ran back to Elijah’s house before I get in Sasha’s car. He doesn’t look surprised but concerned. “Please let me talk to him for once. I don’t have his number.” He stared for a brief moment of time and went back into his house, probably to fetch his phone. When he came back, he is already on line with the other man. That other man is the man I love whom people are mistaking that he has married Amy, the girl who ruined my life. My hand shivered when I took the phone and keep it at my ear. I hold it with my two hands to stop myself from trembling. This should be a lie. There is a killing silence. I heard him taking a breath. “I have to do this.” He finally said. “Why, Alex?” I questioned biting my lips so hard that I wonder they didn’t bleed yet. “Because, that’s what I want. Look Celia, having you
Ruthless 66. Nightmares
Celia’s POV “I warned you, didn’t I?” Garratt said with a wicked smile. He doesn’t even have to utter any word. His face held the expression ‘I told you so.’ I wrapped my hands around myself when I walk through the aisle crossing the people who are looking at me with disgust. Amanda crashed into me on purpose making all my books to fall on the ground. All the papers inside scattered to a distant place where there is no light. I could hear her scoff, “You really thought you could reach your dreams?” She said mockingly. I ran after the papers into a cloud of fog trying to grab them. All the papers soon disappeared into thin air and a silhouette of a man stood before me. He is tall, his hands are shoved into his pocket. I walked slowly to him half expecting who he might be. He raised his hand, a paint brush moving between his long fingers. It’s him. He is here. The tip of the brush g
Ruthless 67. They left me too
Celia’s POV “I know why you don’t want to get rid of it. No one knows better than me. When I had Cayden in my womb, I was so stern to bring him to this world.” Sasha said running her hand in her kid’s hair who is sleeping soundlessly. “He really changed our lives, didn’t he?” It is the first ever statement I spoke to her on this entire day. I have become a mute again. “He did. He is a boon. But, Celia, raising a kid isn’t easy, not when we couldn’t look after ourselves. We are humans too. When you are going for checkups on your own, when you are hearing his heart beats, you will carve for love too. You will crave affection, care and you will crave for his father. It is so difficult to handle those things because you will have severe mood swings. I want you to decide what you are capable of before it’s too late. No matter whatever your decision is, I’ll be there for you; always.” &nbs
Ruthless 68. Where is Alexander?
Celia’s POV “Go to art school. Didn’t I tell you that I would be there for you no matter what? Celia, you don’t have to punish yourself. I said I’ll take care of you. I will.” Xavier said taking my flushed face in his hands. I still remember his words from last time, “If anything happens to you or you need any help, I wanted you to know that you can come to me. Even if it is your husband who hurts you, you come to me. I’ll be there, always.” Its funny how the brother of the man I loved hasn’t changed a bit, but the man I loved just vary like seasons. But now, when I think about it, I couldn’t get myself to ask him for any help. “I don’t want to go back there. It’s a shattered dream. I can’t.” I said. Little one stands beside him watching all of us in oblivion. Our bags are packed. Zed, Lillian and I are leaving to Los Angeles tod
Ruthless 69. Speck of stardust
Celia’s POV Looking at the waves that are rising above to the heights as if they are trying to reach sky at some attempt, sat a girl with no soul, her mind is now void. That girl is me. All I could think of is the water. The deep blue ocean is sometimes calm bestowing the greatest peace one could ever afford, and sometimes, its tides are agitated, as if they are waging war against someone or something. Sometimes, the water looks like dancing to the dull roaring tune of wind that is travelling over the surface of the ocean as though it is happy to reach the land after a long journey through mountains, rocks and valleys. Sometimes, it is so silent. It is apparently not the serene but there is veiled sadness in the air. And sometimes, it is wild and ferocious threatening every cell. For one month, I did nothing but stare at the ocean. When I was before it, I don’t think about anything at all
Ruthless 70. He is here
Celia’s POV The Annenberg Community Beach House features spectacular views, a children's play area / splash pad and a historic pool and Marion Davies Guest House offering docent tours as well as classes and rentals. It is a public facility, open to all with no membership required. This unique place is one of the reasons why Santa Monica is considered one of LA's nicest beaches! Back on the Beach Café is also on site and offers beachfront breakfast, lunch, and dinner. This is the first and only thing I came to know about in LA. Ryan and I are walking in the sand. The wind is roaring today. I wish I had tied my hair. It is falling into my mouth whenever I opened my it to respond. “Thanks for agreeing.” He said turning to me. I envy how his hair stayed still on his face and he pretty much didn’t seem bother at all. It has always been like that. “Oh. No mention. It’s high time for me to have a n
Ruthless 71. Help
Celia’s POV I could feel him rubbing my hand continuously to keep me warm. I couldn’t even protest. I have no mind and energy for it. We hail a taxi to home since I am in no position to walk. It is just a ten minutes drive to our houses and in the mean time I get back my senses, started to breathe without opening my mouth and feel terribly ashamed about the pain that is consuming me. We went to our floors silently. When the elevator door opened and we got out, I apologized him for my mess. Abash is a little word to explain what I feel. “It’s okay. You have got a panic attack, Celia. You weren’t yourself back there. I think you need help.” He said all the way while walking me to my flat. “No. I am fine by the way I am.” I said trying to sound causal while pulling my jacket more close to my body. “Celia,” He caught my hand making me stop, “I am not saying this because I am a the
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