All Chapters of Chasing Sofia : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

SOFIAEverything was going according to plan. I'd never been happier, working continuously towards achieving my long term goal and resetting a new one. It was an early morning and I was in bed scrolling through the internet for the newest gossip. Social media was a violent place, celebrities pretended to love one another, while their fans refused to settle for the bare minimum.There were too much unnecessary fights. And comparisons between two people of high calibre who should really just be appreciated and not thrown under the bus for their one or two mistakes. Nobody wanted to see it that way. There were ridiculous assumptions, a lot of lies and half truths.The irony of everything was it didn't matter. The celebrities still had their money and not many of the edited pictures, or rumours could take it from them. They could buy anything they felt like and there was always that one person, willing to stand in for them.I so much loved the lavish lifestyle. Although my parents weren't

SOFIAI couldn't blame Olivia for being that way. When I went to the therapist, I was told about different ways people dealt with their grief. Bit Olivia's was so different. It was almost like she couldn't care less. At the burial, she didn't flinch. Although she was super mad, because I could see her eyes twitching.I didn't know whether to classify it as anger or fear. But she felt something. I pitied her often. Having to pretend her grief didn't exist and act normal even when she was not. A few months after that, she changed completely towards me. That is when I realized I had lost her along with my parents.She did everything to impress. And I did everything to express. We used to have things in common but we became full opposites of eachother. Slowly, hatred set in. Plots, pranks, bullying and distance was not a far option.She moved into another room. Without saying a word. She spoke to Ronaldo often. She'd sometimes check up on me and tease me sometimes. But it was too obvious.

SOFIAThe voices from Lana's minions all around me were starting to get louder. I couldn't care any less, but the words cut through me like a knife. I was never the one to ignore what people said. It prickled my skin and made me sweat horribly. Especially if it were a lie.That was the main problem here. Everything the women said were blatant lies. Maybe I'd have been better off at a bar. Although the men would pick on me anyways, it was better than having to sit with cowards who could only talk. I hated words sometimes.I was bullied in high school and even if I knew the right way to stand up for myself, I was never able to. People called me a weakling and a bore head for letting my parents' death affect everything else that I did. They compared me everyday with my sister.It caused enmity between us, and it made me a low lifer. Burying myself in books and the few loser friends I had, I thought I was living the life. I convinced myself that it was true happiness but I was never reall

SOFIA I didn't know why I was doing this. But I had to prove myself somehow. I felt empathy, but empathy was weakness so I just deceived myself with the idea of pretending. I was pretending outside, but inside I was filled with rage. Everything had been going on smoothly and I was almost having enough fun, to forget about my real plan.She appeared more beautiful everyday and I was getting too used to her company. I used the best agents for her everytime, and whenever we found new clues together, we would share a drink. I had to admit, I didn't want it to end so soon.I also wasn't letting my guard down. She was smarter than she looked always looking for hidden meanings to things, and asking me questions out of the blue. So where are you from? Your family? I always managed to find my way around it, but it was getting more difficult each time.I couldn't let her get to me though. And following up on every part of her life, I was one step ahead of her. I had asked my private investigat

ALEXI refused to stop. There was a loud ringing in my ears, like a thousand bells were shaken at the same time. I couldn't project my next step, but my body was in swift motion. My heart beat ten times faster and sweat dripped from my palms. I had no idea where I was headed. But I didn't stop. I could not stop. I kept moving even if it meant that I was endangering my life.My breathing ragged, and I started panting. I paused because of nature, denying my fear from suffocating my organs. My hand were shaky and my mind was not stable. I was weak. I was as weak as a rat in a cheese trap in the middle of a forest. I had no idea where I was, but I kept running.As just as I thought that I was free, I heard another gun shot. My brain was trying to push me into the illusion that none of it was real. But the gunshot brought me back. How I wished I were not alone. I wanted to hug my mom and tell her I had a bad dream. My mum was dead. It was my fault. Everything was my fault. I didn't want to