~ RICHIE’S POV One month later~My heart crumbles in pain every single time I recall how Rachel left and never turned to look at me, she just left and it hurts me to know that I deserve it, that I'm not worthy of her glance. I messed up big time and maybe I won’t be able to make it up to her or myself. That incident has always hunted me, I can never forget how is shot her, and now that I know she was Rachel’s mother I feel worse than before. If I can’t forget that incident how could Rachel? I feel really bad, I keep trying to figure out how I can make everything better but each time I do I realize that this isn’t a mistake; it’s a sin and that’s why sometimes, someday, I feel like a dog wanting to be out but afraid to walk around alone. I wish Rachel finds a way to forgive me. It’s been weeks, a whole month to say in full since the kidnap incident and well my break up with Rachel. I haven’t spoken to her since then, not that I don’t want to but she doesn’t give me the chance. Even w
~ RACHEL’S POV"Your mystery flower boy has done it," Rebecca says walking into the room"And what makes you think it’s a boy?" I ask sniffing the flowers. I love the smell of dahlias, so lovely and fruity; literally one of the reasons it’s my favorite flower. "It could be a girl you know," I say "Yeah, like a girl would send you flowers every day." She scoffs "You don’t know, maybe it’s a little girl that loves me so much and likes to send me flowers, unlike the best friend I have who never got me flowers," I say."My presence is way more important than a flower." She states. I wryly roll my eyes. Whenever we talk about the mysterious flower boy she always says that. "Whatever. So, Is the car ready?" I inquire. I am getting discharged today, I cannot be anymore happier. The past month has been nothing but a whole lot of stress and uncertainty. I just haven’t been comfortable around here and to be honest it’s not just because Richie is here or because the paparazzi have been on my
"Get up, get up, get up," Rebecca says pulling my arm and making me sit up. With a groan, I glare at her. This is the perfect time to miss the hospital, no one wakes me up this way."What do you want?" I groan slamming my head back on the pillow. "Come on, get up.""No," I say into the pillow. "Fine." She gives in and suddenly, she jumps into the bed and pulls me up to sit "I have good news.""What time is it?" I say rubbing my eyes. It seems a little dark to be morning. "Four am.""You’ve gotta be kidding me." I groan slamming back into the pillow."Come on, wake up this is important." She says With a sigh, I get up. I’m gonna kill Rebecca if this isn’t important "What? What is it?" I yawn."Take a guess." She says grinning "A guess? Girl, I thought you said it’s important.""It is now take a guess."I sigh. Seriously she wakes me up by four am and then asks me to take a guess? She’s gotta be kidding me."Take a guess." She repeats "You won a lottery or something?" I say the fi
It’s been a few days since I met Richie mostly because I haven’t left the house since that time. I am pretty grateful about that, mainly because I'm not sure how to act around him right now. Before, I always felt angry and felt like ruining his life in a way he that he will regret ever existing but now I don’t feel that way. Honestly, I don't even know how to feel. I am still hurt by his actions but I’m not as hurt as I was before. My emotions are all over the place and seeing him would only worsen matters because then, I wouldn’t know how to react and I will start feeling confused, anxious, and even a bit guilty about my feelings. I just think it’s best if I take some time to myself to figure out what I really want and need right now.I blow out a breath and try to push Richie out of my mind as I check my reflection using the full-length mirror in my room. I look a bit drained, probably because I haven’t been getting enough sleep, my messy bun seems to be a lot messy today but that’s
Richie takes a step closer to me, his eyes never leaving mine, he tugs a strand of hair behind my eyes. "Do you remember the time I told you that I can read your eyes?" He inquires. Lost in his gaze I slowly nod, I recall that day, it was when he proposed to me. "Well, I read them now and it says you wish the same thing I do. You want to be with me as much as I do." He says; his breath brushing against my face. Richie is right, I do. I really do want to be with him and If there is anything in this world that bothers me the most is not being with him. I never thought I will ever say this but it’s true. I feel lost when I’m not with him. It’s almost like a part of me is missing, and I'm wandering aimlessly through life without a clear sense of direction. I wish, I just wish I can fill that missing part and roll the past off my back but I can’t do that. It hurts as much as it’s hard to just forget about everything and move on. I don’t think I will be able to do that even when hell free
As we drive, I glance over at Richie, his gaze is fixed on the road and his expression is unreadable. We have been on the road for almost thirty minutes now, and I have no idea where we are headed. I try to ask Richie, but he just brushes me off, saying it’s better seen than heard. I still have no idea what that means but I know it gets me more worried.The silence between us is starting to get to me, and I can't help but feel a little anxious. I fold my hands in my lap as I twirl my thumbs around each other. I have never been this nervous before. My heart is beating as fast as it was earlier, I’ve known Richie for a long time now but this is the first time he’s ever spoken to me in such a profound tone, I have never seen him this serious before and that is the main reason why I agreed to come along with him, I have to see what he wanted to show me. A few minutes later, Richie pulls the car at a cemetery. I turn to look at him, confused and more than a little unnerved. "Why are we her
My eyes slowly begin to open as the morning light filter through the window. I groan sleepy, stretching my arms as a yawn escapes my mouth. I had a really good sleep last night. Richie and I crashed the night at a nearby hotel because it was raining, and heading back home would be a long journey since my apartment is miles away from the cemetery. Speaking of the cemetery, I cannot be grateful enough to Richie, It felt like a blessing to visit my mom. Her presence was divine and when I spoke to her, I felt at ease; something I haven’t felt for a really long time. You know that feeling when you thought you lost everything and then you realize you’re not alone; I felt it and I liked it. I guess when life throws a ball at you, you either dodge it or hold onto it. I held onto mine and I guess it’s not that heavy. Taking a deep breath, I take a moment to savor the feeling of being fully awake before I stretch again, feeling the stiffness in my muscles begins to fade away. I grab my phone f
I wake up to a sharp and intense pain in my stomach that makes me curl up in a ball. I groan feeling the pain getting worse. I release a heavy breath holding onto my stomach hoping the pain will go away but it doesn’t.Groaning, I turn around and I feel my stomach crumple painfully. My eyes shoot open and I immediately realize what it means. It’s that time of the month. "Oh shit!" I screech taking the covers off. I quickly grab my pantie, towel, and toiletries from the mini wardrobe before I head into the bathroom to clean myself up. I locked the bathroom door so Richie doesn’t get in, not that he’s done that before but I don’t want to take a risk.I so much hate this time of the month, I mean the whole deal about it is so stressful and exhausting. Not to mention, the annoying painful cramps, mood swings, flow, overflow, and worse, the stain. I just hate it, it’s too much to handle. I sometimes wish there was a way to make it easier, but I know that it's just something I have to deal