All Chapters of Rejection and YOU: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Russel, don’t leave! Please... please!” My mom Emily kept on begging my dad to choose us over another woman who he met at one of their company events. “Emily, we can’t do this anymore.” he yanked Mom’s hands from his forearms before picking up his duffle bag. “Russel, don’t!” mom continued to plead in between her sobs, and to see her in that vulnerable state stung an indescribable feeling in my heart. “Mom, stand up,” I said because my eyes couldn’t take her kneeling on the ground just to win the man she loves, leaving us for someone else. “I can’t live without your dad, Ciara,” tears were falling like a river on her angelic face, turning it into a mess. I ran towards our door and saw Dad putting his duffle bag and a few stuff in the compartment of his car. My chest was clenching at the reality that we’ll never be that one happy family that we once were. As the tears were pooling in the corner of my eyes and the nerves were quivering in my system, I bit my lip sharply. I fel

Miss Vera shifted sideways and motioned to me. “This is Ciara, my teammate,” She introduced me in a calm and normal tone. As I had no other choice but to look at him, slowly, I lifted my gaze. He was already staring at me with his deep set of blue eyes. Those eyes were the culprit why I fell in love with him before. Unlike those gentler stares in the past, this time, a strong appearance surrounded him. I couldn’t decipher his gestures. My chest constricted and felt like it was about to explode. “Hi Miss Ciara,” He elevated his hand for a handshake. As I didn’t want to be rude in front of my boss, I accepted it. “Hi, Mr. Ford”. I smiled faintly like it was the first time I met him. Ironic! The very moment our skin touched against each other, electricity radiated. That feeling I used to have every time I’m close to him before was still there. He pressed my hand gently, but I was quick to pull it away. Frankly, I wished there was a hole down under my feet that could swallow me right

My father’s face, which I hadn’t seen for a long time, got published in an article. I hadn’t heard from him since he left our house. I refrained from reading news online because it could make me feel distressed, but somehow, I got the courage to view some lately. While I was reading the content, I smirked, and it filled my heart with bitterness. “Businessperson Russell Lewis ventured into Network Security Devices,” The publisher wrote. I learned my dad flew and stayed in Chicago with his new family six years ago. He just came back for business purposes. I couldn’t decipher how easy for him to forget me and never once check if I’m still alive. I hate him so much. My hatred for my father deepened when he did not show up at my Mom’s funeral. I couldn’t help but think that dad scratched us off in his life in a snap of a finger. How dare he put me in a dreadful situation? He screwed my life, and he was the one to blame. I instilled in my heart and mind that I will never be like my dad, w

Right after I turned to my street and parked outside of my house, his SUV slowed down. I pulled out my house key and stepped out of my car towards my door. Quickly, I pushed my door open and before I could close it, his car drove away. I could only hiss at how he was bothering me with his motive. “Good night,” I read his message that flashed on my screen. I wished I could scold him for his gestures, but I didn’t want to create a conversation between us. I was desperate to show that I’m no longer interested and for him to realize that I wanted to go on with my life without him in it anymore. I breathed heavily and closed my eyes to ease my unwell emotion. Denver made my day so tiring. Not because of our job showing him around our factory, but because of his unpredictable actions. I felt afraid he might slip about our relationship in the past, and that was the very thing that I didn’t want to share with anybody. The truth, I felt I'm getting sick because of him. I couldn't sleep comfor

When we were inside my house, I right away went to the kitchen to make our food. I have no talent for cooking, so for us to have food on the table quickly, I cooked noodles and steamed buns.“Sorry, I don’t have expertise in cooking,” I apologized, but he shrugged it off. He gobbled on his food and seemed famished. “Did you eat your lunch today?” I wondered because I'd never seen him that ravenous. “I did,” he replied hastily. “So why does it seem you’re starving?” I creased my brows and pouted at him. “It’s not every day that you cook for me,” he winked with a satisfied smile. I flushed but did my best to stay composed. He was acting weird and being sweet at the same time. His gestures puzzled me immensely.When he finished all the food in front of us, it was funny because I wasn’t sure if it tasted good. For me, it was the usual savor. I could only shake my head at the thought.While I was tidying the kitchen, I let him watch a movie in my small living room. He already visited my