Celeste is a 18-year-old girl living in a beautiful neighborhood, with perfect families. But her family is not perfect. She lost her father to a senseless crime. She is mad at the world and she doesn't care that she caught the eye of a young gang lord. Every girl at her school falls over themselves to get his attention but she's trying everything she can to be invisible. She hates men because they are unreliable And she doesn't care that this one is beyond dreamy.
view moreIt's been 5 years since my father was killed
I remember it like it's happening at this very moment. He worked late like every other night of his life and on his way home he was hijacked by a bunch of stupid boys who not only took his hard-earned money. They killed him in cold blood. My mother came into my room at 4 am in the morning and shook me awake. The moment I opened my eyes I saw the horror in hers. She tried to keep it together as she told me that I was never going to see my father again. My body went cold, I couldn't speak and I couldn't move. My father was dead! I don't remember how the funeral went because I was numb the whole time. All I remember is that he was put in the ground and that was it. And today when I woke up that numbness overtook me like it does every anniversary of his death. It starts in my feet and then it travels all the way to my chest. This ice-cold feeling grips me until I feel like I can't breathe. I've learned to force my body to function with the pain but today it feels worse. It took every will of my power to get out of bed and head to the grocery store. I know my mother won't have the strength to get out of bed today so I have to make sure that she has food and the house is clean. Like me, she goes through the same grief I do every year. Only hers is unbearable. She hasn't been the same since that night five years ago. A part of her died the day my father died. She still has that same zombie-like look t her face. She barely registers what's going on around her and I am the only one keeping her alive by making sure she's fed and she remember to go to work every day. But on the anniversary of her death, I let her be. I don't remind her about her responsibilities. I just let her cry and mourn her husband for one full day. The woes of the world will matter tomorrow. I thank the calender gods that it's Sunday today so neither of us has to call in sick at work and school for me. All I have to do is fill up the fridge clean the house and go back to bed myself. I pull up to the grocery store parking lot and groan in despair when I see who is standing outside the main entrance. Raymond the neighbourhood gand lord and his minions. I hate him. I hate what he does and I hate what he represents. He walks around acting like killing people, stealing and getting kids addicted to drugs is amazing but he needs to go to help. I reach into the backseat of my mother's car for my headphones and put them on. Connect to my music on the phone and turn the volume all the way up. I can face the world.I flip onto my back taking her with me. I look up at her and move her legs to my side making her straddle me. I don't think she realizes it but she grinds her pussy into me and I smile. Her mind might be fighting with her but her body wants me.I quickly sit up and go in foe the kill with a wet kiss. I plunge my tongue into her mou, making her moan as I fuck her mouth with mine.I tighten my arm around her waist, drawing her in until I can feel her heartbeat through the thin fabric between us. Her skin is warm, her hair brushes my jaw, and everything in me aches - not with hunger, but with something gentler, deeper.She calls out my name softly when I break the kiss and I kiss her neck, I mean to be careful, light. Just enough to let her know I’m there. But she breathes in sharply, and I feel her hand sl
It’s been an hour since Celeste fell asleep.The room is quiet now the kind of quiet that hums. The wind outside brushes gently against the curtains, making them dance every few minutes. Somewhere in the distance, a dog barks once, and then it’s gone.She’s lying next to me, her breathing slow and even. Peaceful. I haven’t seen her like this in a long time not since before everything went wrong.I shift a little, careful not to wake her, and she stirs in her sleep. Her hand moves instinctively toward me, finding my arm, and then her legs brush against mine. The contact is so small, so human, that it makes my chest ache.She leans into me, still lost in sleep, her head resting just under my chin. I can feel the warmth of her breath against my neck, the fai
We walk into my room, and it feels smaller than usual. Too quiet. Too close. The air between us hums with something I can’t name, anger, want, confusion. Maybe all of it at once.She’s standing in the middle of the room, her hands twisting in front of her, her eyes flicking around like she’s trying to convince herself this was a bad idea. And I… I’m fighting every single instinct in my body.Every muscle in me wants to reach for her. To pull her in. To taste the skin I’ve been dreaming about for a month. It would be so easy, too easy to close the space between us. But I don’t.Instead, I walk over to the bed and sit down, my elbows resting on my knees. My brain is screaming at me to move, to say something, to do something. But I stay still. Watching her. Letting her decide what happens next.Her eyes widen slightly, like she can’t believe I’m not reacting the way I used to. Like she’s wait
It’s 3 a.m. and I’m sitting on my bed, my palms pressed hard into the mattress as if it can keep me from falling apart. The world is silent except for the faint hum of the fridge downstairs and the occasional car passing far away. My phone screen is blank. No messages. No calls.I should feel relieved. This is what I wanted, no Liam. No drama. No chaos. Just space to breathe. And yet… here I am. Wide awake, heart clawing at my ribs like it’s trying to escape.I tilt my head toward the window. The sky outside is black, endless. It feels like it’s pressing down on me. I wonder if he’s awake somewhere, thinking of me too. Wondering if I miss him.The thought makes me groan. I squeeze my eyes shut, press my palms to my face, try to force myself back to sleep. I try counting backwards. I try focusing on the sound of my breathing. Nothing works.This ache in my chest, low and heavy, won’t go away. It’s like
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