SERNA'S POVHmm.“That doesn’t sound so bad.” I said, thinking aloud. “I mean, I get to meet people. Fashion inclined persons, see a few designs maybe? and just… jus- hold on. This isn’t like some boring old Beckett’s meeting, is it?” “Oh, you disappoint me Princess B!” he moaned out, throwing his head backwards with an attitude. “Do you really think that I, Axel. Will take you to some dumb old boring party like the ones Beckett’s throw?? C’mon!” I smiled, chuckling at his reaction. “I’m just asking.” “It won’t be like that Serena, I will never do that to you. I am not my mom!” I chuckled some more. His reaction making it impossible not to. If you didn’t know you would think I was killing him slowly. “Alright, I get it.” “So you’re coming? You’ll be my date for the day?” he pressed,“Its not a date, and yes I will attend. It will do me some good to make more friends other than you”“Oh so that’s what you have in mind? That’s why you’re coming? Oh no. you’re no longer invited! Goo
SERENA’S POVNothing wrong to smile at a few compliments. Besides, they seem to be reoccurring every time he sees or meets with me. So…. I might as well just get used to it. “The prettiest you say? Wonder how your mom is to going to take that” I teased, relaxing on the white sofa by the side.Just then my phone buzzed with a notification. “Huh? You want to switch to facetime?” I asked, partly surprised as I squinted at the ‘Accept Facetime Request’ notification.“Why not” he responded, “Have to make sure the title is well deserved, don’t you think?”I could only scoff in response. Rolling my eyes as I accepted the request. In no time, a very cocky but yet, surprisingly relaxed blonde-haired Axel appeared on my phone’s screen. Shirtless too. His entire toned up fair skin all up for display as he smirked directly at the screen. “See what you like?”I blinked, masking my surprise with a scoff. “You wish! What, are there no more clothes where you live?”He smiled, flashing his perfect se
SERENA’S POV1:22AM.It was pretty much morning at this point. An entirely new day, but I hadn’t slept a wink yet. Not after seeing those accusations. Not after reading those accusations and seeing people believing it too! Not after watching my screen get filled up those lame ass, thoughtless and ridiculous statements from one bloody username!‘WftIsWrongWithThisBlog’“Pttf! Even the username already says a lot!” I hissed under my breath, forcing myself to remain calm as I waited. “If I didn’t know I would think he changed his username specifically to come bash me on here! On my own page! Who does that?”‘Trolls, maybe?’ my subconscious provided. Making me roll my eyes. “His page is blank. Just a username. Meaning his account was a fake. A coward, hiding behind a username to remain anonymous. He calls my posting an act of cowardice, whereas he was the real coward?”Pfft! Such double standards!Hypocrisy at the highest level.It’s been almost 2 minutes now since I sent out that last re
ELIOT’S POV12:59AM12:59AMThe time was 12- 1:00AM now!1:00AM!I could literally hear the clock ticking in my brains at this point. That was how long I had sat down there, silent as a cat while my mind buzzed endlessly like some funny train on steroids.Fingers clicking every few seconds, heart throbbing with some what of excitement. Of life. And my breath, thick with the scent of my favorite- scotch. Neat. My study was dark as night. The glow from the laptop screen, the only source of lighting in the room. Casting off a shadow on both me and the half-glassed scotch on my desk. - the only thing keeping me sane. At ease and just…clear headed enough to wait.Wait for the dumbass brains that decided to respond to any one of my comments. “@CynicalAndSassy: Okay but why are you so pressed? Did she strike a nerve?” one of the dumbass brains commented. Obviously against the clear points I had stated. Still wanting to be dumb and get used by this damned blogger that started all of these!Th
SERENA'S POVI muttered slowly, “I mean sure it does all look bad but then... that isn’t all there is to the story. It isn’t all there is to me”I did want to leave. I do want to, but it isn’t all that simple. It really isn’t.The mere thought of it all was enough to weaken me from the inside, but I scrolled past more comments. A small smile gracing my lips as I read encouraging ones. “At least not everyone thinks like that.” I murmured, holding unto that thought.“I had good comments too. Encouraging comments… means I’m some what not as crazy as those other comments say. I’m not crazy for writing, or posting or… not leaving yet. I’m not crazy. I’m just… looking for the best way out”Yeah.That’s it. I was just looking for the best possible way out for myself. “That doesn’t make me-A dinging notification sound paused those words. Holding them off on my tongue as my eyes followed the sound. Additional dinging sounds filling the air. Not like I wasn’t getting any in the past moments I h
SERENA’S POVI didn’t plan to write tonight.But something about being told to smile for strangers when you barely speak to your husband just… pulls the words right out of you.There’s an event coming.He wants me there — polished, dressed, standing beside him like a trophy that still belongs to him.I asked him why.He said, “Because people will ask questions.”Questions?Where were these questions when I cried myself to sleep for months?When I stopped talking, stopped smiling, stopped existing in this marriage. When his mistress moved into my home. Where were these questions?But now I need to show up. Smile. Look the part.Because he needs to look good.Let me ask one:Do I look like your damn accessory?A woman you ignore Monday through Friday,then polish up for a Saturday night performance?You don’t get to disappear on me for weeks,then drag me into the spotlight like your little puppet wife.I’m not a mannequin.I’m not a mask.I’m your wife.Or maybe I was.People think I li