KatarinaI met Kylan in the living room. His eyes were glued to the screen before him, but I could tell that he wasn't paying attention to a single thing that was happening before him. He seemed confused, lost, and his eyes were heavy with guilt. I felt sad just watching him sit down with such a helpless demeanor. However, I knew better than to fall for his tricks. He was clearly a master of deceit, and I would be a fool to believe anything coming from him. "Lisa—" Kylan paused as though he had choked on his own breath. "Katarina, you're up?!" He corrected himself before rising from his seat ecstatically. It was clear he had been waiting for me since the second I told him that I needed rest. And from the look of things, he hadn't gotten any rest himself. There were heavy bags under his eyes, and if I didn't know better, I would have concluded that Kylan had cried. It didn't matter, even if he did cry, it probably wasn't for me. It was probably because he had just lost his sister
KatarinaThe entire house felt so cramped after that conversation, and I couldn't help but question myself if I had made the right decisions or not. It felt right, but at the same time I couldn't help feeling like I wouldn't survive a day without Kylan. My head was a mess, and everything was slowly beginning to drive me towards insanity. I had no idea what to do at the moment, and thinking about it was giving me a migraine. Finally exhausted, I decided to return to bed. I would think about everything when the sun was up in the sky. For now, I was too broken and tired to make such critical thoughts. I climbed back into bed, pulling the covers over me in an attempt to shield myself from the overwhelming thoughts that threatened to kill me. Once in bed, I gazed on the ceiling, the silence of the room deafening in an almost eerie sense. This was the most quiet my night have been since Kylan and I got together, and it was disturbing in a sense that I couldn't explain. I closed my eyes
KatarinaIt took a while for Joanna to get to my apartment, but I was happy she did. I honestly didn't expect her to come to my aid so quickly, she was kind, and I was happy that we were friends. I had a lot to tell her, but first, I owed her an apology. "I'm sorry, Joanna. I'm sorry I left without saying anything to you." I was in tears as I spoke. It was wrong of me to keep her in the dark about my whereabouts for so long. I had no idea what she had been through, or what she was going through at the moment. Yet, she had responded to me the moment I called out to her. However, I ignored her calls throughout the first month after I'd run away from home. I cut contact with her, but here I was seeking her help. I was pathetic, and I needed to acknowledge that. Joanna smiled, her eyes bright with forgiveness and concern. She hugged me tightly, and I couldn't help but feel more pathetic about myself. She had forgiven me in a heartbeat, and I had no idea how I was supposed to return th
Katarina We shopped for an hour, and took another hour tour around the city before finally returning home. For the first time since the incident with Christopher, I felt human once again. I was smiling, and my mind wasn't constantly being tormented with sad thoughts. I was happy, and I didn't want this feeling to ever end. Exhausted from all the shopping, I collapsed onto the couch the moment we got home. Joanna on the other hand still seemed full of life, and she immediately opted to prepare lunch for the both of us. I wanted to stop her, but she didn't let me. She had already done much for me, the last thing I wanted was for her to become my own personal maid. However, Joanna and I didn't share the same mindset. She was doing all of this to help, and here I was, overthinking everything the slightest opportunity I got. "Don't worry, it's just a quick snack, I'm not making an all you can eat buffet." Joanna had dismissed when I told her it was best for us to order food. I a
KatarinaAnger flared up inside of me the moment I came to realize the truth. How could Joanna blame me for something I was unaware of. Sure, everybody loved Kylan Anderson. He was the wealthiest man in town, he was a hot shot, and all the girls wanted to be with him. How on earth was I supposed to know that her feelings for him was more than that? I thought she was just like all the girls fanning over him, so how could she blame me for something that wasn't my fault? I hated her for this. If I had known that she genuinely loved Kylan, I definitely would have left him for her. I didn't love Kylan back then, and she knew this. She knew very well that I didn't want to marry Kylan, so why was she here acting like I had stolen him for myself? "You love Kylan?" I asked, I needed to be sure. "Congratulations, you figured it out." Joanna answered, her voice filled with unrestrained sarcasm. "Of course I loved Kylan! Everybody loved him, but you self centered bastard wanted to act like
Kylan I was glad that I had picked up the phone, I wouldn't have been able to hear the lady ordering her men to move Katarina's unconscious body to their hideout at the city docks. Katarina was smart for calling me before she was knocked out, there was no telling what would have happened if she had not called on time. "Who the hell is this?!" One of the men before me questioned with an intimidating stare in his eyes. They weren't scared of me because I was yet to point my gun at them. I wanted to settle everything without involving violence, but after seeing what they'd tried to do to Katarina, I had become too angry to not involve violence anymore. Reaching into my pocket, I immediately pulled out a gun and aimed right at the lady beside me. She seemed to be the one giving orders, and I was certain they would not risk losing her. "Make one more move, and I'll blow her brains out." I threatened, my voice low and menacing. I meant every word I said, and it was very muc
Katarina My life was ending in front of me and I could not do anything. It was draining already and I wanted to end everything and just give up at that moment. Kylan was unconscious on the ground, bleeding from every corner of his body, and the bastards who held me down, wasted no time in attempting to molest me. This was the end for me, it had become clear and I had given up on fighting it. The only man who knew where I was, was currently unconscious, and nobody else knew my whereabouts. I didn't fight them anymore, I couldn't cry even if I wanted to. My tears were all dried up, and currently I felt nothing but despair and hopelessness. Nothing felt right, and all I could do was stare with a blank expression on my face as things gradually got worse. Just then, Kylan began to move again. He had been unconscious a few seconds ago, but now he was moving once more, his eyes bright with determination. The light that once died in me was rekindled, and I immediately regained th
Katarina Two other men immediately followed the lady into the room, and within minutes of appearance, Joanna's henchmen were immediately apprehended. I remained still where I was, unsure of what to do next. This lady might have taken care of Joanna, but there was no telling if she was an enemy or an ally. For all I know, she could be another lady who was obsessed with Kylan Anderson, and I didn't want to give her the feeling that I might have feelings for Kylan. While I was still stricken with shock and fear, I kept my eyes glued on Joanna's lifeless body. Never in my life did I assume that we would get to this point. I never imagined that the person I considered my best friend would ever try to kill me. Staring at her now, I had no idea how to feel. I didn't know if I should be sad, angry or relieved that she was gone. The emotions inside of me were conflicted, and I had no idea how to feel or what to do. I stood there, my mind a tumultuous sea of emotions. Everything tha