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Note - Japhia (pronounced like Ja- fire) “I’m fucked up and you will be better off as far away as possible from me now.” Karen’s POV Sometimes British guys can be so adorable, and sometimes they can also be so annoying! And to prove my point, I have an annoying one trailing behind me right this minute. “Wait up, babe,” Japhia calls to me through the crowd of students hurrying to get into the hall for the lecture. There is a pile of books in his hand and he increases his pace while climbing the stairs to catch up with me. I clench my notebooks in my hands, and I double my pace. “Sorry Japhia, the lecture’s almost starting and I hate being late!” I yell to him, pushing the students standing around on the stair to get through. “What are you talking about?” He asks, ridiculous tone dripping from his voice. I hear books fall to the floor, as I look back lo-and-behold the books Japhia was holding earlier are now on the floor and the papers in some books are now flying everywhere and I
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“There was a time I would walk away and let you be, but that time’s gone, Karen. I’m not leaving and you can’t make me.” William ~ I stare at him on my bed in his black tuxedo and black trouser. His hair is now really long, which is a vast difference considering the last time I saw him three years ago. He was having an extremely low cut and, like always, it fit him perfectly. Then I notice his legs are on my bed, which means his shoes are also on my bed. If I remember correctly, I took the bedsheets to the dry cleaner a few days ago and spent a lot of money on it. It’s a lot because I work for my money with my part-time job at the bar and nothing is free. So if he’s looking for a way to annoy me, he just did. “I never knew you were a tragedy fan,” he says, flipping the page of the book that he hasn't stopped reading in the last couple of minutes I’ve been here. I don’t utter a word as I stay at the door glaring at him and hoping it gets hot enough and set him on fire. “You can st
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“The only problem is; I don’t like sharing, especially sharing what’s already mine.” William~ “Everyone’s nightmare.” He replies. Marco drops the bottle of wine on the bar counter and gets down from the high stool and walks towards the one who just spoke and the thugs holding me turn around and I see William wearing a murderous look on his face. Marco is that male that makes pitiful girls like us feel tall, standing at probably five feet two or three inches. He looks so pitiful now, standing before William standing at six feet three inches tall. Marco raises his hand in surrender. “Look, I don’t have an issue with you man, I have scores to settle with her!” he points to me. William’s eyes avert to me then they go back to him, still void of any emotion what so ever. “So do I. So for everyone’s safety, I ask you to hand her to me.” I hiss, “I’m right here, and for your information, I think both of you are stupid if you think I’m going anywhere I don’t want to tonight.” I wave my c
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“You must hate me, us.., the McQueen.” William~ William POV Twenty-three years ago. As a child, the first death I knew was that of Mrs Rachel Butler, and it was also the first that gave me heartache, but it sure wasn’t my last. I walk over to where Rachel was heartache, presently doing the cleaning and in her hand is father’s favourite Chinese jar. And getting to her, I paused, watching her. She was a beautiful woman, the fairest I have ever seen and I always remember wishing to one day have a woman as beautiful as Rachel. Her straight long black hair, her dazzling blue eyes and, just like the pretty queen she was, her body went to fit her perfectly, not too big and not too small. I remembered the first wedding I could ever attend was theirs. I was seven and, more than anything; and I wanted to be part of it. The love story of Samuel Butler and Rachel Gonzalez I cherished in my heart. Being one of the wooing team of Samuel at six, I felt eager to see their love become something
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“Death doesn’t scare me. I’ve stared into its face many times. You scare me because I can’t look at you without going crazy.” William~ As my eyes slowly open, the first thing I notice is the room of which I’m now confined to. My eyes do a quick scan of the room and as I notice I’m not in hell, I try to reason out what must have brought me to my state of being now. Only one name brought the answer; Karen. “Look who’s finally awake.” Comes Karen's voice, inserting fake glee into her tone of voice. “Were you hoping I wouldn’t?” I arch my brow and ask, my eyes darting to across the room to see her on a stool and looking at me. “Would you blame me if I did? I spent three years living like you never exist. Dying would have helped me ensure that fact.” I give her a pain stained smile because her words were hurtful as there were cold. She now reminds me of someone I hate, someone who’s just as cold, someone whose heart wasn’t in the right place. She is reminding me of myself. We can’t
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“Not all male has the privilege of being wealthy and physically endowed at the same time.” Karen~ Third POV He pulls back and stares into her blue eyes. “I meant it when I said I loved you, Karen. Do you still love me?” “No, William, I don’t.” She immediately answers, stepping away from him and his eyes open to a dark room. Hearing the soft moan of William from across the bed where he lays and Karen turns to look at him, with her eyes painfully straining in its socket. It has indeed been a horrific and terrible night, she thought, and if there was another word better than horrific, she sure would have used it. “Look who’s finally awake!” She exclaims in glee but inwardly scowls. “Were you hoping I wouldn’t?” He arches his brow and asks, his eyes darting across the room to meet her on a stool and staring back at him. She’s wearing a white crop top and a blue trouser. Her long brunette hair packed into a messy bun, her blue eyes looking tired and a little weak in the same goddess
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“Nah, it’ll take more than yoghurt to get me there. Maybe a bad breakup, coupled with a broken heart from the girl I really care about and five dozen can yoghurt that might give me obesity.” Japhia~ Four days on==> As his eyes lift from his laptop, he sees Karen lurking around the door and he frowns at her before beckoning to her to come inside. She steps into the room with her hands entwined behind her back. “Was checking up on you.” She confesses as she walks over to the bed where he is. It is true she is checking up on him, just as she has in the past four days, and sheltering feeding and upkeep. William had offered help with something and some bills, but she had refused them. Her job at the library might not have been one with fat paychecks, but it helped to put food on the table for her and she would not relent on that and take his money. She had taken him out to get some good clothes, too. They weren’t many or expensive like she knew him to like, but they were all that she c
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“I will not apologise for what has happened, Karen. I want you and when I want something, I tend to be selfish with it.” William~ Karen’s POV Five days later==> I chase after Japhia as he exits the lecture hall, panting and panting. The last five days he has either coming late for lectures or leaving before time and today is the first time in five days he has stayed to the end and I know this may be my only chance to talk to him and maybe clear up the misunderstanding. “Japhia, please wait up,” I call to him as I fall into step with him, although a little behind. He doesn’t stop or reduces his walking speed, which makes me groan at what I already know. He’s avoiding me and he doesn’t have to try harder. The hints have already gone. “Stop behaving like a fucking child and wait for me!” I shout at him and this makes him halt and spin to look at me, making me almost bump into him. “I’m so far from a child, miss Butler! I’m just giving myself space!” “No, you’re avoiding me!” “No
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