ANASTASIAMy parents have been found.I still can’t believe it and keep mentally shaking myself during the entire ride back home. I found out Drake doesn’t know I’m the girl who's been looking for her parents.I wonder how Denver did it, but it seems to be more valid. Am I really going to see my parents soon? I think I’m dreaming.I know I hate them so much, but I feel like a heavy load has been lifted off me. I feel like my breathing has returned to normal, and maybe I’m not dying on the inside anymore.I’m clinking my nails and rubbing my sweaty palm on my bare lap. I still don’t know how to form a word; I’m just quiet, thinking about what might happen when I see them.“Are you going to be sitting all day, Ana? Get off the bed and get something to wear; we are finally going to see your parents.” He stands beside the door, his arms and legs crossed. He’s been staring at me since I’ve been panicking in bed.“Did you really do this for me? Help me find my parents.” My eyes are teary, a
ANASTASIADenver didn’t speak to me until we got to the apartment description Drake gave him. He is trying to respect my decision, and that’s all I want at the moment.I need alone time in my head.I need to calm the pounding in my chest and the constant constriction in my heart.I should stop my stupid heart from believing that he'll come around. That one day, he’d feel a silver of what I feel for him, but I’ve only been chasing a void.An impossibility.I’ve been clinking my nails, and they all hurt badly now, but I still can’t stop doing it because I’m nervous, maybe anxious too.Maybe deep down, I really want to see them. I truly love to have them back in my life. I want to meet them and maybe forgive them so we can all start over.It isn’t going to take anything to forgive them, right?We’re still inside the car since he stopped in front of the apartment. I’m contemplating going out or not.Or maybe this is a bad idea; we should turn around and go back home.“You need to come dow
DENVERIt’s my fucking fault.I know all the blame should be on me because I should have done proper research before believing what Drake said. He probably thought they were the real parents for her; however, it’s not his fault either.It’s a fucking misconception. And that misconception has caused her fucking damage. A damage she would not give me the chance to mend.A deadly one because she’s refused to say a word since we got back. She’s refused to respond to me or anyone.The splash of water is loud, but it isn’t as loud as Anastasia's shriek. It’s the first time I’ve heard that sound from her. The terror in her shrieking voice tore through my chest and clashed against my bones.She cried her eyes out that night and curled up in bed. Fuck, I shouldn’t have given her so much hope about meeting her parents. But I couldn’t stop feeling hurt when I saw her longing to meet her parents. I didn’t want to keep consoling her without a lack of trying.The next day, she woke up with swolle
ANASTASIAMy eyes increased in size the moment I set my eyes on his erection.Shit, he can’t unlock the door.She can’t come in either.My chest burns as I roughly swallow my saliva.“I’m sorry, Anastasia, but I need you to use the back door right now. This is going to be a mess if you remain here while she comes in.” I gulp in a sharp intake of air when he spills that out, as I clutch hard on my chest. I know the situation we are in right now is complicated, but it never occurred to me that Denver would want me to hide because of her.Ah, fuck.I want to scream, cry, or throw up as the word keeps playing in my head, but there’s no time because he’s heading towards the door to open for her with his hard erection.I use the back door, but I don’t walk away. I pin against the wall, listening to whatever’s going to happen between them. Shit, I feel like an outsider right now, a third person who doesn’t matter and can be abandoned anytime.I draw in a deep breath. I can’t let out the cry
DENVERI never expected the most difficult part of my life would be choosing between two women.I stormed out of the office to clear my head because I never expected to hear those words from Sandra. She wants to fix us, and she’s nothing without me, she said.I couldn’t deny that those words went straight to my heart like a sharp spear. It burned like molten metal but felt good in a way; it felt good that Sandra was saying something good for the first time.I’m in between giving her the chance to work on us and letting go of Anastasia. I honestly don’t know which is the right thing to do because Anastasia isn't someone I can let go of as well.Anastasia means something to me; she’s not just my toy to play with. She’s more, and it annoys me that I can’t figure out what I want with her yet.I still can’t fathom the act of letting her go. It would break me the same way it would break her. Fuck, I’ve never been this messed up like I am right now.I made sure Sandra was gone before I retur
ANASTASIAIt never occurred to me that bringing me along to the vacation was tagging my friend and her boyfriend.Denver didn’t tell me what he was up to; he dropped me off at the airport and told me Chloe knows what to do.I didn’t want him to leave me to him, or I didn’t want him to be alone with Sandra. I knew he was going to her since he dropped me off with my friend and Chloe.My heart clenched at the thought, but I had to harden the wall of my heart and accept he was going back to pick Sandra, and they would probably come to Florida together.That’s for sure.And right now, I’m with Karina and Chloe at the airport, about to board his private jet to Florida. He has a designated spot for his jet at the airport, and Chloe has always looked like a wealthy guy but never the type to flaunt it.I think he would rather remain private, but with Karina in his life, he’s turned a totally different person. He now smiles so frequently, and when he does, his hidden dimples ignite. Karina seem
DENVERIt’s been fucking weird staring at my phone and not being able to text or call her because Sandra has decided to make me the focus of the day.She’s been staring at me and trying to create conversations, but my mind has been occupied with Ana.I feel fucking restricted right now, as if a huge gap is between us. I knew she didn’t want to stay with Chloe; she hated it, but it was the only choice I had if she had to be with me.It’s been six hours since we arrived at the hotel in Florida, and I know they must have arrived too, but I haven’t seen either of them. Not that I can even see them because Sandra can’t know that it was a group vacation just because I need Anastasia to be here with me.Sandra has been all around me, making it difficult for me to check on them. I haven’t gotten a call from Chloe either, nor does Anastasia reply to my text. She probably hates me right now, and it’s not like I’m not trying my best to handle having both of them in life.I’m in a fucking mess,
ANASTASIAHow do you explain death without having to sound horrible? The letter D alone looks terrifying, and it just fucking took me some minutes to realize every word that begins with letter D is disastrous. They probably should be the most scary words on earth.Death. Damage. Denver.He fucked her in front of me.Denver fucked Sandra.I didn’t know what to feel or how to feel anymore the moment he put her down on the bed and fucked her while I was in the bathroom hiding like some sluts. I can’t breathe; the more I think about it, the more I feel like my heart is going to explode like a time bomb.My whole world splinters to pieces, and the sudden emptiness hits me so hard.I tried so hard to control the sounds bubbling out of my mouth. Fuck, it feels like he ripped out my heart and fed it to me. It was like sending me to the pity of hell to burn for eternity.I didn’t want to believe what I was seeing. I didn’t believe it was him. I still wanted to doubt my sight until he was done