Cheska As soon as Drake comes back from work, he visits my room. I sigh, closing my laptop. Drake leans back against my door frame, still in his office attire. “ Are you sure, Ches?” he asks me the question once again. I nod. This past week, I've been spending time with my laptop to figure out what I'm going to do with my life. And finally, I've found a light, filled with hope for my future. A way to achieve my dreams. "You know, I never thought that something like this would ever happen, but-" he falters, and I give him a hopeful look. A soft smile touches his lips. "As long as it makes you happy, I'm fine with it." Relief washes over me. I thought that he would be reluctant to accept my idea at first, butI always know that he's going to be supportive, as long as it's the best for me. I stand up from the chair, approach him and hug him, making him sigh. "Thank you, Drake. I always know that you're gonna be on my side." When we pull away, I do see the sadness in his eyes. Regrets
Prince It’s been three days since I arrived in California, and the first thing I do once I get up this morning is to visit Drake’s house again. I look up to the same window, only to find that the curtain is still shut. Drake steps out of the house to go to work again, but this time when he looks at me, he just sighs, shaking his head in disbelief. He gets into his car and drives. Clenching my fist on my sides, I call her again, “Cheska!” But still, there’s no response. I find myself standing alone on the street again, but my yearning to see her doesn’t change. In fact, it becomes even stronger. I will wait, Cheska. I will. I will still be here. The afternoon passes by, and now, the sky has become dark. Earlier, I was away just to grab some lunch, and now, I’m still standing in the same spot, in front of this house. I turn my head when I notice Drake’s car pulling in. And the first thing he does after he comes back from work is scrutinizing me. He shakes his head again before wal
Cheska The moment I close the door behind me, my sobs finally break. I’ve never thought that I would say those words to him, but I had to. We can’t be together anymore. I’ve promised myself that I’m going to forget everything about my painful past, about him. I need to be strong, and I can only be so without him. I’ve planned my future, and he won’t be in the picture. Our future doesn’t work together. Mine will destroy his. Drake leans back against the wall, his arms crossed on his chest, his eyes closed. He has heard everything as well. When he turns to me and walks closer to hug me, I bury my face in his chest and cry my eyes out, hugging him back. I can’t bear the pain anymore. Hurting Prince breaks my own heart, worse than when he broke mine. He came all the way here for me. He waited for days, standing on the street outside. He still waited for me even when the rain had been pouring hard on him. He was crying when he said that he loved me. But then, I just crushed him with m
Prince I open my eyes, only to find an unfamiliar ceiling. My vision is still quite blurry, but then, it becomes better. My head pulses with pain, but it’s so much better than what I felt before. Abruptly, I sit up and find that I’m sitting on a bed that’s not mine. What the hell has happened to me? I snap my head around and find Jake standing in the doorway, leaning against the door frame. “Shit,” I involuntary curse. “You passed out,” he says, as if it can’t be any clearer. “When I still saw you again this morning, I thought you were crazy. You looked like shit.” “How could--” “Cheska,” Jake answers before I can finish my question. “You’re lucky. She found you, brought you inside and treated you.” I freeze for a while before a sigh leaves my mouth. So, it’s not a dream. It’s really her. I thought that I was hallucinating. Damn. I even thought that I’d died and entered heaven. Cheska stayed here, by my side. She saved me. I suddenly feel so stupid for not waking up at that ti
Cheska The thought of Drake purchasing a gun still bothered my mind the entire night, but I decide not to question him again about that. I keep wondering why he suddenly decides to carry it now. We've been living in California for two weeks, and so far, everything is fine. This morning, he leaves for work, as usual. While I'm about to finish blow-drying my hair inside my bathroom, I hear footstep sounds from downstairs. That makes my heart thump hard against my chest. Ever since the incident of Andrew breaking into our house in England, the smallest sound and the slightest movement can make me become a paranoid again. I'm sure that Jake has locked the door, so if it weren't him, who else would enter this house? Slowly, I step out of my room and head downstairs, almost tiptoeing so that I won't make too much sound. My pulse quickens as I finally reach the ground level. When I see the person entering the living room, I yelp in surprise. My eyes widen as I see Prince standing before m
Jane I stared down at the ring on my finger and took a deep breath. My lips are sore from biting them continuously. This is it. I have to do this. Getting married in a rich family was my only option. Call me a gold digger if you like, but you wouldn’t understand even if I tried to explain. Marrying a man with money is my only way out. It’s my family’s only way out. When I was a little girl, I always dreamed of this perfect wedding, with the man of my dreams. I never thought I would end up like this. Marrying a man for his money. Something that I’m against, it’s what I’m doing now. No one wants to get married to a beast. But what could I do? As I said, I have no choice. I looked over at my husband. He took another sip of wine and clenched his fist into a tight ball. He barely looked at me. When we kissed at the church it was just simple, and quick. This is the worst, yet best decision I ever made. I kept staring at his brown hair, light brown eyes, and slightly pink lips. He was a
Jane My head is throbbing from all the crying last night. It is unreal. Everything about this, my life, this marriage. Is unreal. Last night I woke up praying it was all a dream, but I woke up to a realty. I feel lost like I do not know what to do, where to go. I am stuck right here, drowning in my sorrows. I cannot even breathe. My dream was to always get married to an amazing man, who loves me for me. Someone that I love. Someone that will make me happy, but here I am, in the worst situation, with a man that hates my guts. I wipe away the tears that were starting to form in my eyes. I stood up from the floor and scanned the room. It was a little smaller than Prince room. Prince! The thought of him made my body shiver. I have met many awful men, but none like him. He is a monster in clean clothes. I undressed and went to the bathroom. After taking a quick shower I made my way downstairs. Upon reaching the living room, I saw Prince seated around the table with a huge coffee cup in
Jane After dragging myself from bed around six a.m, I went for an early morning run in order to clear my head. The last three weeks has been a disaster! I feel like I’m drowning at this moment. Prince treats me as if I’m his property. All he does is boss me around and bark at me every chance he gets, it’s not like I can do anything, since the contract clearly states that I should respect and do exactly as he says. Whenever I try to do something good for him all he does is get mad. I’ve never met someone more rude and self centered. I haven’t been out of the house since we got married, today was the first. I just couldn’t stay there and drown any longer. When I got back to the house, Prince was busy on his phone Talking, as usual. He has on a grey business suit. When his eyes caught me he hung up and approach me. “I’m going to work today. Don’t call or text me. I don’t care if you are dying. Don’t call me” He says pushing me out of his way. I roll my eyes at him and enter the house.