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Chapter Seventy Five

Author: Alison Nick
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-23 06:01:08

Calla's POV

Every story talks about the fall of a villain but no one ever talks about what is left of the pieces after. You get a hero and you get a villain. The hero wins while the villain loses. Sometimes,the hero loses too.

I waited outside the bathroom as James washed up and casually came out of the bathroom. I haven't been able to read a single emotion out of him. Sometimes,the scariest emotions is no emotion. He looked numb,not in a sober way,not in a hurt way,but in a way that looks like had shut off from processing any information that requires big emotions. Like, something this big of a deal happened had no reverence.

I called his therapist as the crippling fear of him loosing his mind randomly like in L.A would happen again. I didn't want him to pretend to be okay,most especially now but I couldn't force him to process things fast and react either. His therapist told me to help him pour whatever he was feeling out instead of suppressing it. Her clauses was to help him proce
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  • Wine Stained Lips   Chapter Seventy Five

    Calla's POV Every story talks about the fall of a villain but no one ever talks about what is left of the pieces after. You get a hero and you get a villain. The hero wins while the villain loses. Sometimes,the hero loses too.I waited outside the bathroom as James washed up and casually came out of the bathroom. I haven't been able to read a single emotion out of him. Sometimes,the scariest emotions is no emotion. He looked numb,not in a sober way,not in a hurt way,but in a way that looks like had shut off from processing any information that requires big emotions. Like, something this big of a deal happened had no reverence.I called his therapist as the crippling fear of him loosing his mind randomly like in L.A would happen again. I didn't want him to pretend to be okay,most especially now but I couldn't force him to process things fast and react either. His therapist told me to help him pour whatever he was feeling out instead of suppressing it. Her clauses was to help him proce

  • Wine Stained Lips   Chapter Seventy Four

    James' POV Sleep was impossible in Boston. Not after everything that had happened in this town. I spent the night journaling my thoughts down instead of spiraling from it.I heard the engine of a car roar ,as the headlights reflected into the bedroom.I peeped though Calla's room window and I saw a black car parked up front. It was around 5am. Who could that be? I didn't want to wake her so I watched and waited, wondering if it was a neighbor rushing early to work. The car rolled away few minutes later and I went back to bed.Yet,I couldn't sleep. What if it was him? What if my father somehow found a away to get out and came here. I couldn't ignore the lingering thoughts of "what if's". I tried to look for other reasons. Maybe it was truly a random people rushing somewhere. Besides,the only person that knew I was back in Boston was laying fast asleep beside me. Her lush hair was tied in a loose bun that made her look ethereal,like old Roman castles. "Hey,you're up?" She mumbles half

  • Wine Stained Lips   Chapter Seventy Three

    Calla's POV I woke up with a neck cramp from laying down wrongly on my pillow. The bed I had been used to for years, suddenly felt different from the way I remember. Or maybe it was from my flight yesterday. I looked out of the window to see my Nigerian neighbor's toddler on the front porch of their house. He had grown taller. My room wasn't any different, it was the same yet it changed. It felt like it had shrunk in size and I had become a bigger.It seemed that way from the airport. Everything in this town had either grown too big or smaller than I last remembered it.Boston had changed or maybe I have.One thing was the same though, the flicker of memories of my mum hunting the walls,the ceilings and corners of this house. I walked down stairs to looking at her painting that were displayed, collecting dust like old relics in an abandoned house.There was one place I couldn't bring myself to go into-- her room. It would be too real. And I didn't want to be back here knowing that s

  • Wine Stained Lips   Chapter Seventy Two

    James' POV Christmas started faster in the big cities. Decorations were already displayed in windows,lawns and on the street. But it didn't feel like old time. Things had changed.It's been almost a month since I got the stare. The one where you're recognized from something bad and the person that recognizes you is stuck between wondering if you're truly the one or not. Then,there are the one's that react by calling you awful names with deadly glences. There are also,the one's that thinks if they say something, you're gonna hurt them too like the other victims of you father. Neither of them were better than the other. They were all equally bad.Today I got the stare. And it felt just like the way it had always been. Bad.The first hearing to my father trial was holding soon and I wasn't ready to be back in the loop of the awful stuff he had done. I don't think anyone will ever be ready for something like that. And I know it'd be worst when I go back to Boston.Gus was preparing to g

  • Wine Stained Lips   Chapter Seventy One

    Calla's POV We were both standing by the door of my apartment when I noticed all the things I wanted to say to James in the past months we were apart had become wordless emotions that had become so indescribable to say out loud.I had just gotten him and now,he stood by the door-- leaving."Well... this is it." James said."Are you sure I shouldn't go with you to the airport?" I asked. I wanted to be close to him for as long as I could before we both have to go back to virtual things."Don't worry. I have to make a quick stop to get my suitcase at the hotel. I just hope I don't miss my flight." He said. His almond eyes stared into mine with a smile on his face. Every single muscle on my face were relaxed so softly whenever he looked at me.I was hesitant to let him go. I didn't want to let him go. Not again. "I wished we spent more time together." I admitted."Me too." He said. He was hesitant too-- to leave.James and I have crossed cities-- London,Paris and New York but every singl

  • Wine Stained Lips   Chapter Seventy

    James' POV Emotions are complex, especially when they are raw. After all, we're beings operating and exchanging frequencies that transcends into emotions. Sometimes,it hits you raw, you can feel it. I mean,you can physically feel it. Right now,it felt like a hundred hammer were dropping on my chest. But instead of pain,I felt weak and I felt lost.I could hear her sobbing behinde as I went back to her apartment to pick my stuff up. I grabbed them as quickly as I could before my legs got too weak and gave up on me. I left the building and googled the nearest hotel in sight.Not a single tear has fallen from my eyes. I was numb-- broken.I got into my new room with a medium sized bed in the middle. It was small. Or maybe my emotions had grown to big it had expanded my body. I felt suffocated. I shouldn't be mad. What right did I have to be mad at her? I broke up with her. I was the one that ran when it got hard. I was the one that pushed her love away like it was some kind of ticking

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