Twenty-five. 25.I got home with a heavy heart. I knew no rest. My conscience judged me as though I was the one who killed Dad. I felt bad and responsible for his death but then, I am also a victim. A victim of mom's madness and insatiable cravings for powers. I sat to think, if I felt so guilty that Dad died, how would Mom feel or Dalton? I mean they were the ones involved in his death and yet they are living a peaceful life without any guilt. Why did Dad's spirit not fight back like the way I see it in movies? He should have fought back. This is the height of wickedness itself, for a woman to kill her husband. What did Dad do to deserve such from Mom and Dalton? The question throbbed in my heart and I urged to know why. Why did Mom do it? I spur up out of the room, out to Mom's room. She has a lot of answering to do, only she holds the answer to my questions. I barged into her room without even knocking because I was full of rage. "Krystal, what the… " she jumped
ONE 1.KRYSTALI couldn't think, my brain couldn't register what this cute stranger was doing to me, what he was doing to my body. I was drunk for sure. My mind could be playing games on me.He took my lips in, kissing me softly, sucking on my lower lips, making them boggy, I couldn't help but kiss him back. I couldn't comprehend, my mind was in a catastrophic state and all I could see was shadow. The only thing that filled my head, that clouded my mind was the images of Chris and the lady he was fucking beneath him, their moans. I was hurt. I let the tears flow freely from my eyes down to my lips, tasting its bitterness, the bitterness of heartbreak. The stranger licked on my tears, and on my lips he sucked like he owned it. In the dark room, the stranger pushed me lightly on the bed, laying me flat on my back. He unbuckled his pants before climbing on me, kissing me wholly. My mind, my heart, my brain wasn't stable. I'm hurt, I'm i
TWO.2 These past few days have been a mess. I've been a mess. I stayed in bed not wanting to get out. I was still in total despair. My eyes were swollen due to excessive and uncontrollable tears. I cried for so long that my glands couldn't secrete more tears. Chris hasn't called since then making me sob more. Bastard! He shattered my heart. My mind, heart, and soul were pretty damaged. I haven't eaten since I came back from Vegas, I haven't got out of my room, my room was in total disorder. I've broken every breakable in the room, with the mindset of breaking Chris's heart as the same. I could barely contain my anger and pain and I passed them down to my innocent furniture.What Chris did to me was what I'd never imagined would happen. I didn't resume work at the office, I called my boss earlier to request more time, at least more days to clear my head and get over this Chris cheating act. Courteney didn't know I was back yet, I haven't p
THREE.3Krystal. "Yeeeeeeeeeee!!!!" I was greeted by a loud squeal immediately as I stepped into the office. Courtney would never change. Well, she missed me, I can tell. She gave me a bone-breaking hug, choking me in the process. "Courtney…. I'm….. Choking…. I…. Can't breathe." I muffled before she released me, plastering my face with kisses. She was looking more cheerful, with the bright smiles she displayed only when she was anticipating a long-expected gist. Courtney can be a crazy bitch yunno. "How was the trip? How was Vegas? What is it like? Do you have fun? Where did you visit?" She asked hastentingly, bombarding me with questions, without letting me settle down first. "Courtney!!" She's not even giving room for rest, I just resumed and I wasn't ready to talk about anything yet, Chris and Vegas palaver would be the least of my thoughts this morning. Courtney stared at me with those puppy eyes of hers, sulkily appealing. "Courtne
FOUR.4 I had enough chocolate cookies and wine at Courtney's place. She had forced me to eat them all and now I have a runny stomach. She wanted me to have tequila but I bluntly refused before I ended up in another sex escapade with a shadow here in New York. Courtney wanted me to spend the night but I had to leave. I have annoyed Mom a lot in the space of two days. I didn't tell Courtney about the cutie that has a resemblance with the shadow in Vegas, I wouldn't want her whining and awning in my ears like a cat. The cutie had introduced himself as Lucas Vanowen. Vanowen….. Vanowen, I've heard of that name sometimes before but I wasn't certain about it. Lucas didn't say anything himself but mentioned something about Las Vegas. Well, I wasn't paying attention. I was crushing on his voice. The mention of Las Vegas, made my heart race. Could he be the stranger that took……? No, no he might just be someone else, people do look alike.There are different people w
Chapter five. Everything in here looks sophisticated, more like a luxury. The interior decor was fantabulous, everything was to die for. I composed myself quickly when I heard the thumping of feet on the stairs and hush voices following closely. The Sullivan- I had come to properly apologize for the surly attitude of my daughter towards them the other night. I would have come with Krystal but she locked her doors from the inside. Stubborn.Krystal has been too stubborn and ill-mannered ever since she came back from Vegas but her churlish attitude isn't going to ease my desire for wealth and fame or make me call off the deal. The Sullivans must and would be my in-laws. It's just a pity that Wallace wasn't alive to see this. "Oh! My soon-to-be in-laws, I'm so sorry about my daughter's unruly and churlish behavior the last time you visited," I pleaded with a fake smile, facing Yolanda. "It's okay Anne. Dalton and I were just concluding the marriage proceedings whe
SIX.6.Too much French leave from work has left me with nothing but tons of work. The huge pile of files I saw on my table got me shrieking. Holy fuck! This is the real consequence of granting self-permission without the consent of your boss. I haven't been to work since mom's outburst, for four days. Now I have to work five times extra, the files are just too much. My boss is not even looking cheerful today, he's not even smiling, and he's probably mad at me. And still, he won't let me be every minute and the next found me going and coming out of his office with extra piles of cases to go through. He's thoroughly prepared and ready to punish me.It's past noon already and I haven't even gone through a quarter of the files on my desk. I've done just two and I'm freaking tired. The third file I opened was the case of a woman, filing a petition against her fifteen years old son just because he drove her Porsche car. ' Like what kind of case fil
Seven.7. "Courtney, you won't believe it. I saw the Vegas stranger… I saw the stranger at the office today, he came….and he's Lucas Vanowen….. Lucas Vanowen the CEO of the Vanowen group of companies. I told you about him, right? I'm just so shocked and disheveled and……." I spoke in haste, saying everything my brain popped up. I was down in perplexity, I was nervous. I can't think straight, my head was banging seriously. "Krys! Krys! Take it easy. I can barely hear a word from you, calm down okay?....... Breathe in and then breathe out," she commanded and I did. "Here. Have some coffee. Drink it." She offered me a glass of wine to cool off and calm down. It wasn't working but I pulled still. "So tell me bit by bit, what happened?" She asked."Courtney, I saw the Vegas stranger earlier," I said sulkily. "The stranger... Errm…. The one who took advantage of you?" She asked and I nodded. "He's the one and he's Lucas, I saw him right with my own eyes…."