David;I listen as Sal’s footsteps pull away from the room, and once I’m sure he’s gone, I turn to my phone on the bedside table. While coming here, the other day, I had a sinking suspicion that he bugged my phone. Now that I think about it, every time I was on a call with Vanessa, there were always echoes in the background. Like… Someone else was listening. I won’t be surprised if he bugged my phone. He’s quite distrusting. Besides, his line of work has shown that he needs to be very careful of the people around him.If I’m right, I won’t judge him, or be mad. Especially not when I’m about to spy on him too. He’s worried about something. And now he has a mysterious guest coming over at this time of night. Sal mostly keeps me out of his dirty business. But something is bothering him, and I can’t just sit on my hands.I sit on the bed and pick up my phone. I open its browser, and after a few minutes, I find it. The mirroring bug Sal got installed into my phone. This man has no idea th
David;“God, please… Please don’t do this to me, I beg you…“The desperate words escape my lips as I wave through the traffic. I wipe my eyes with the back of my hands as my vision blurs with tears.I’ve lost so much, I can’t lose any more. I can’t… I can’t lose her. She means too much to me. She is the only family I have left. She’s my baby sister. I can not lose her. I can’t!I speed into the parking lot, and after parking the car rather roughly, I rush into the building. The receptionist tries to stop me, but I know where I’m going. I dash for the elevator, but it’s full, while the other is out of service.I can’t wait. I don’t know how much time I’ve lost, I don’t know if Vanessa is okay or not, and I can’t just stand here, waiting for the elevator.Following the signs hanging from the ceiling, I run to the stairs. Without stopping to think it through, I begin to rush up the fleet of stairs. I stumble and fall, my side slamming into the edge of the stairs, and blinding pain shoo
David;I walk out of the hospital, and I’m welcomed by the night’s cold breeze. I don’t even know what time it is, but I know it’s late.I didn’t tell Sal where I was going, or when I left, and my phone is dead. But he’d somehow be able to know I was here, right?I hope he’s not too mad. He must have tried calling me… or maybe he’s still just with his uncle and doesn’t know I stepped out. Maybe I’ll be able to get back home before he has a chance to be mad.I walk to the car park, searching my pockets for the key, but I stop dead in my tracks when I get to the car.My brows knit as I stare at the two flat tires and I remain frozen for a few seconds.“Oh, come on!”I rush to the other side, and the two tyres on that side are flat too.How!? Why!? Did someone do this out of anger because I parked badly??How the fuck am I to get all the way to the island tonight, without the car??I don’t even have any money on me.“Fuck! “I tell in annoyance as I kick the tyre.Even if I had some mo
David;He suddenly cradles the side of his face in his palm as he slides close to me. “Tell me about it. “He says with his breath fanning my face, and I press myself harder into the door behind me in an attempt to create some space between us, but he wraps an arm around my waist, and pulls me to himself.“Every. Single. Detail… “He adds, and every cell in my body freezes in place.“I…I… I don’t know what you’re talking about…” I lie as I begin to struggle against him, but his grip is iron.“Really?” He questions, and my heart starts screaming in fear.“Let me remind you then.”He says, and before I can even process his words, I feel his lips crash against mine, and everything inside me dies in pure horror.His kiss is violent. Vicious. Disrespectful and intended to hurt. I try to push him away, but this just makes him press himself into me. “Don’t act like you don’t enjoy it.” He breathes as he breaks the kiss, and I struggle to catch my breath.“Please…” I try to beg him, but he kis
Salvatore;“What do you mean you don’t know where he went?! He just asked for the keys, and you gave it to him?!” I yell as I stare at the valet, and he immediately kneels before me.“I’m sorry, sir. He’s your assistant, and I thought you knew where…” He begins, and I lose my patience.“No! I did not know where he was going!” I rage, and he starts trembling.“Sir, I’m so sorry. I thought…”He begins to beg, but I don’t give a shit about him.David’s phone is dead, and I can’t reach him. He’s never done this before. Where is he? He couldn’t have run away, could he? He wouldn’t. Why would he?David has never tried to run away, so I let my security be so lenient with and around him. So why…Has Dimitri done something? My phone suddenly rings, and when I take it, it’s a call from the person I told to tail my car and find out where David went.“Boss? David is at the Saint Bellamy General Hospital.” He informs me, and my brows crease. That’s where Vanessa is. Why is he there at this time
Salvatore;“Do you love me?” The question comes at me like a slap to my chest, and I go rigid.I turn to look at him, and his sad, violet eyes are watching me… Studying me.I turn back to the road, and my grip tightens on the steering wheel.“David, why are you asking this out of the blue?” I ask him, trying to redirect the conversation, but he doesn’t let me.“Give me an answer, Salvatore. Do you love me?” He demands, and the seriousness in his voice causes my throat to dry up. I keep my gaze ahead, refusing to look at him, and her face flashes in my mind. Her red hair, freckles… glasses, and BTS-themed shirts… The twinkle in her eyes each time she spoke about K-drama and how she would love to go to Korea.“Sal!” David yells at me, and I turn to him.“I asked you a question. Answer me!” He says, and I look away from him.“We can’t have this conversation on the road,” I state, and he huffs.“Then stop the car.”“David, you’re being unreasonable. I can’t stop on a highway.”“I just wa
Salvatore;My heart dies when I hear those words and fear like I’ve never felt before clothes me.I watch in horror as he walks past me, and a cold shiver runs down my spine when I realise that he means it.I reach out to stop him, but I don’t even have the courage to hold him. I want to stop him, but I can’t. My hand stops midway as my mind scrambles.I don’t want him to leave… but what if it’s what’s best? All I do is hurt him. If he stays with me… he’ll die. Like everyone else did. I won’t be able to forgive myself if he dies because of me. My hand drops as I watch him walk ahead, I force myself to swallow past my desert-dry throat.I look away from him, and a teardrop escapes my eyes. Maybe it’s best if he leaves. What did I think would happen? That I could love someone and miraculously, they’d be alright?I’m a curse. Everyone I care about ends up dying. Even my best friend has battled death so many times. Nothing ever happens to me, but the people around me always suffer. No
David;I stare at Sal as he sleeps, and I can’t stop my tears. They’re silent… But drowning. How hard is it to love me? Why doesn’t he love me? He wants me to stay… He needs me to stay… But he doesn’t love me. And that kills me. I couldn’t bear to see him broken like that… crying like that. I said I’d stay but I don’t know if I have the strength to. To leave, or to stay… I don’t know if I have that strength. Why won’t he just love me?Does he think I don’t love him? Am I not good enough? Will people laugh at or disrespect him if they find out that we’re together? Maybe I’m unworthy of his love…“I told you from the start, didn’t I?” Her voice flows into my ears, and I freeze. I look up and find my mother staring at me.“Loving him was a mistake. He’d never love you. You’ll never be enough for him. This is not the type of life you’re meant to live. Let me in. Let me guide you. Let me help you… You’ll kill your heart if you stay with him. You’ll wallow in loneliness and pain, David. I
Lucas;He soon turns to us, and on seeing me in a wheelchair, his eyes grow wide as he stands to his feet. Towering in the middle of the room, like a threat that can destroy almost anything.“Lucas?? Why are you in a wheelchair?!” He demands, and I shut my eyes in exhaustion at the anger I hear in his voice.I was wrong. That’s going to take a lot to pacify. I massage my forehead as David wheels me closer to him.“Don’t yell, Elias. You’ll give me a fucking headache.” I groan, and soon I’m positioned opposite the chair he was on. However, David doesn’t leave. He doesn’t make to either.“Give me an explanation, Lucas!” Elias scolds, and the next thing I feel is David’s hand possessively placed on my shoulder.“He asked you not to yell!” He snaps at Elias, and I freeze in surprise. Elisa looks up at him, and I do too, but he doesn’t look at me.“And you are?” Elias questions rather disrespectfully, and I turned back to glare at him. “Mind your tone, Elias.” I correct, and he looks at
Lucas;The drive back home was hell. David wouldn’t look me in the eyes, and Sal was oddly quiet. David feels guilty. I know it. It’s written all over him, and I can not help but feel like the biggest fuck in the entire freaking planet. I kissed him. Against his will. Out of the freaking blue like a fucking rapist.He belongs to Sal. I know that. He and Sal are the couple. Bumpy as they may be, they belong together.I have no place in this mix, and yet somehow I have managed to kiss both men in a matter of days. It’s disgusting to think about. How weak and grey my morals are. If David finds out I kissed Sal, heaven alone knows how he’ll take it. And if Sal finds out I kissed David!? It’s going to be chaos. I’m going to ruin everything. I’m going to fucking destroy everything.My friendship with Sal,David’s shot at happinessSal’s shot at happiness…Maybe I should just leave. I think it’s best I do. For years, I’ve been able to hide my feelings for Sal, but things aren’t the
Salvatore;It’s been hours. And the more time drags by, the slower it seems. David has been quiet. His knees are bouncing anxiously, and he bites his nails. I know he has questions… and fears. But he knows this is not the place to ask them. Neither does he have the courage to ask, and for that I’m slightly grateful.I do not know how to explain to him that I love him but at the same time am attracted to my bestfriend… Maybe even more than attracted to him. The more I think of it, the more questions pop up in my mind. What if all these years, the urge I felt to protect him… The peace I always got in his presence… The urge to see him often… How he’s always been able to reach through my self-hate and make me feel human– How I let him do it. What if it was deeper than just friendship?Now that I think about it, I never liked seeing anyone with Lucas. That’s another reason I dislike that Elias guy. It’s not like Lucas dated a lot… He only ever got in one relationship, and it didn’t la
Salvatore;I blink at him in silence as his words replay in my head. A swarm of emotions that are stronger than my heart hit me, and I can feel the pain in my chest.“W-what?”I mutter, and he breaks down again.“I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m… I… Sal, I'm sorry…” He sobs, and I don’t know what to do.I don’t know how to feel.At first, I feel betrayed, but then again… I’ve also kissed Lucas.Why did David kiss him? What is going on between them? Is… is David gravitating towards Lucas? Is he… is he replacing me with Lucas?“I…I swear it… I didn’t mean it, Sal…” he cries as he covers his face again in shame, and I swallow.Why am I not mad? Why is it fear I feel instead? Fear of David’s feelings for me slowly changing…“Do… do you hate me?” He croaks, and my heart breaks.His pain hurts me. I shouldn’t let him feel so guilty over something I’ve also done. “Do… do you love him?” The words slip past my lips before I can stop them, and David stares at me in stunned silence.His crimson eyes a
Salvatore;David has been pacing for the past two minutes. He hasn’t sat down, hasn’t stopped pacing, and hasn’t stopped fumbling with his thumbs. On our drive here, he explained to me how they got attacked and how Lucas begged him not to be taken to a hospital. I understand that. Lucas hates hospitals. His mother had died in one. And it’s not as simple as it sounds. Her death was something that could have totally been avoided. Her death was something caused because someone was careless. His mother was admitted for a simple surgery, something that should have sent her home smiling the next day. But a simple surgery cost her her life, and Lucas his mom. A tired nurse injected the woman with an antibiotic she was allergic to, even though that detail was clearly written on her medical chart, plain as day.Lucas's mother seized and collapsed, to her death, while the emergency team scrambled like clueless rats unable to save her. The worst part is that Lucas was there to see the whol
David;“Lu-Lucas?” “Shh… Just a minute…” He breathes, and I feel shivers run up and down my spine. His grip on me tightens, and my heart starts drumming like it would erupt out of my chest soon.Lucas’s face draws closer to mine, and instead of pulling away, I feel myself melting under the seductive heat of him. What am I doing??“You’re a pretty little thing, you know that?” He breathes, and I feel goosebumps rise along my skin.I move my other hand and place it on his shoulder, but it stays there… it doesn’t push him away. “You’re tempting too… It’s dangerous… Makes it hard for me to think…” He whispers as his eyes move from my eyes down to my lips, and I feel my body begin to respond to him… To how close we are.“Lucas.. You’re… you’re bleeding…” I try to regain control, but even my voice is weak. Why am I sounding like this? Feeling like this? Like a part of me has wanted this for a while.“You belong to Sal… I know that… I know I shouldn’t feel this way. I shouldn’t even thin
David;“You’re panicking.” He jokes, but I ignore him. “Shut up!”He scoffs as he winces again, and I look up at him with worry biting away at my mind.“I’m sorry…” I whisper as I take another gauze, but it soaks right through. He made me sneak him in, so Mrs. Lana wouldn’t see his wound. Sal is probably still asleep, and I’m here with Lucas in his room. Fumbling with my heart ramming in my throat. “The bleeding won’t stop…” I mumble in a panic as I take multiple gauze pads this time, and the buffoon laughs. He laughs!“Ugh… Look at me wasting a talent blood banks would love to welcome.” He jokes, and I glare up at him. “It’s not funny!” I scold before looking back down at the wound.My mind is blank. My thoughts are all over the place. What if he dies from blood loss??? I could try to stitch him myself, but I’m not a fucking Doctor, and this looks bad. What if the knife hit an organ?“I was stupid to listen to you. I should have taken you to a hospital. They probably need to stit
David;I crouch between the cars, peeking out as Lucas marches over the two thieves like some fearless action hero.It’s all fists and groans, and I watch with magnetic attention as Lucas fights like it’s something he’s been doing his whole life. It looks so easy for him, and although it’s two against one, I can already see that the two thieves are already getting tired. And the guy on the ground still hasn’t gotten up. Did I actually kill him!??My grip tightens on the car at the thought of being responsible for someone’s death, and I swallow.“What are you? A fucking wrestler!?” One of the guys yells at Lucas before Lucas plants a heavy blow in the guy's guts, and I smirk in satisfaction as I enjoy the show. Perhaps, he didn’t need my help all along…It’s almost too easy. The way he dodges punches and counterattacks… It’s like a scene from a fucking action movie. It’s so entertaining, I’m so close to starting to jump and cheer for him.I’m busy watching the display with a huge gri
David;“You are quite a character, you know that?” Lucas questions as we walk out of the mall, and my brows knot.“Why? What did I do?” I question, and he raises a brow before looking down at the bags in my hands.“Mrs. Lana sent us out to get just three things. Three things, David. And you went around shopping for art supplies.” He replies, and I smile sheepishly at him with a small shrug.“What? You had the money, and I needed a few things.” I reply, and he huffs.“Oh. I have the money. You didn’t even buy anything you can wear or eat… If you were going to max out my card on food, I honestly wouldn’t mind. But pencils and watercolours??” He rages, and I roll my eyes.“Oh, quit whining like a broke sugar daddy. I barely spent a hundred dollars…” I reply, and he scoffs.“A hundred and sixty dollars, little man. You spent $160 on pencils, charcoal… and what else did you buy?” He demands, and I stop walking. I turn to him with a hand on my waist.“Do you want me to repay you, Mom?” I fr