Sierra’s POV
Arthur paused, and I swallowed. I’ve held it in for far too long, and right now I cannot keep acting like it was not burning a hole inside of me. “He-he is responsible for this,” I said.
I took a deep breath before speaking. “It was my fault. I should have known. Everything was just like before. A little different, but it is the same way,” I said, then raised my head to Arthur, who was now seated, his hand around mine.
I paused, thinking of where to start. There was so much that I had bottled up. Sniffling, I began. “I married Vance young. I loved him, and I did everything he wanted me to. No matter how much it lowered how people viewed me. I did it so he could
Arthur’s POVI rolled the handles of my bike, letting it roar and gaining the attention of everyone on the school premises. I needed them to have a lively Tuesday morning. Elvis’ hand stayed wrapped around my waist as we moved through the parking lot.I came to a stop and helped him take off his helmet. “That was so cool,” he shrieked, a big smile on his face with a twinkle in his eyes.“Is it?” I said, taking my helmet off.I helped him down from the bike, brushing out his hair with my fingers to get it back together. “I’ll pick you up later, okay?” I said.
Sierra’s POVArthur paused, and I swallowed. I’ve held it in for far too long, and right now I cannot keep acting like it was not burning a hole inside of me. “He-he is responsible for this,” I said.I took a deep breath before speaking. “It was my fault. I should have known. Everything was just like before. A little different, but it is the same way,” I said, then raised my head to Arthur, who was now seated, his hand around mine.I paused, thinking of where to start. There was so much that I had bottled up. Sniffling, I began. “I married Vance young. I loved him, and I did everything he wanted me to. No matter how much it lowered how people viewed me. I did it so he could
Sierra’s POVFor hours, I was stuck in my room, with no interaction with the outside world. The moon shone brightly under the night sky. The night was quiet compared to the ruins of my plans hours earlier.I could tell when people came to the door, trying to force their way in to get to me. To insult me and get to see me tremble. No matter how right I was, they weren’t planning on listening.I dragged my gaze to the cabinet across from my bed. In the bottom drawer, my phone buzzed. For the past seven hours, it has buzzed and rang but I didn’t move. I knew what it was.I knew who it was.I thought I had escaped, but I hadn’t. Instead, I gave him more ways to mess with me. I gave him a reason to laugh at my expense. I should not have pushed this. I could have done something else.Now, I wasn’t sure how they were going to treat Elvis. I never wanted him to be affected by my life. I should have thought this through. I’ve tried to shut my eyes, get some sleep with the hope that when I woke
Sierra’s POVThe man’s fist came directly at me. I stood frozen as I watched him get closer, waiting for his hit, but Jackson rushed in, grabbing him by the shirt and pulling him back.“You dare stop me?!” the man barked in anger.He pointed. “So you are the brother of this gold digger, huh? You two are in together. I’ll fuck you up-”Before the man could finish, Jackson punched him in the face, sending him to the ground. The man held his face; his companion nowhere to be seen. The man held his bleeding nose.“You brat-” he came at Jackson but Eve rushed in with a few guards.“Take him out of here,” Eve told the guards, and they pulled him away.I stood unmoving, my eyes unblinking, with my heart racing. “Sierra, are you okay?” Jackson asked, but I couldn’t speak.“I’ll take her out of here,” Eve told Jackson, and he nodded.Dragging my feet, we left the restroom, but stopped in the hallway. “Why does she look frightened? Can’t take what you dished out?” I heard someone say.“Why are
Sierra's POV The day I've been waiting for was here. The opening of my studio and my first official art exhibition.The slated time to begin was 10 am. By 8, Eve had everything ready at the studio, and with the help of the makeup artist and the designer, I was prepared for my exhibition.On our drive to the venue, I sat tensed, still not sure. “Nervous?” Jackson asked beside me.I nodded, wiping my sweaty hands with a handkerchief. “You'll ace this, don't worry,” he told me.We arrived at the venue but found the hall empty. “Place it right here,” we heard Eve at a corner.She directed a few workmen to place an empty canvas in the middle of the hallway, covering and sealing it to ensure it doesn't get opened up. That was meant to be the mystery painting.“Sierra, you're here,” she shrieked with excitement on spotting me.She took my hand, a proud smile on her face. “We got here finally,” she said, then checked h
Sierra's POV I arrived at Arthur's parents' house in minutes, but no matter how much I honked at the gate, no one opened up for me. I stomped out of the car to the gate, but none of the men even looked at me.“I need to speak with Diane. Can I go through?” I said, but I was met with silence.I wasn't planning on backing down. I must speak with Diane and today. Getting back into the car, I pushed on the horn, not minding how much noise it caused in the quiet, rich estate.Yes, I was crazy, and it wasn't going to just stop until I had Diane out here. There was no way she didn't know I was at the gate. She created all this. This was what she wanted, and I would give it to her.My phone lit up with a new message. [Wrong location, fool]My crooked smile only widened. She was trying to throw me off, but I wasn't going to have that. I kept on with my noise-making until I heard a tap on the window.I rolled down the glasses to