บททั้งหมดของ What they never knew: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

I have never felt a burning desire to tear the head of a fellow man off like I did right now. Apart from Kaden when he was very annoying. But, the feeling to do that to him was always minimal. Not like this. Whoever the guy that was talking to Gwen right now is, he does not know what a hint is. I've stared at him dead in the eyes a few times and he has met my eyes. He had to be stupid enough to ignore me or was actually testing me. And the aftermath of testing my was not good, if he did not know that. I grounded my teeth together as I walked into the room that was meant to be the dining room. I would be lying to myself if I said that I was not secretly proud of her. She did good for herself, even though it was at the expense of us. The other time, I had to hold myself together not to do something that I'd later regret. And like she knew she would set me off, she called me Charlie. Again. At this point, I think that she was doing it intentionally. She was the only one that I allowe

The days that followed flew by fast. The reality that Charles was back really had dawned on me after that night. My sleep life has been shit since then. I don't know what I'll do if I encounter him again. He had gone as far as calling me names then. He showed me how much he loathed me by saying those words to me. He seemed to be angry about something, but I don't know what it is. Did he even have any right to be? No. I was the one that was supposed to be angry. I was the one that was left high and dry after child birth. He left me for another woman. I don't know why he was curious about me since I was not about him. Whatever I did was not his business. That night I slept with tears running down my face. I could not believe the kind of person he had turned to. The monster he had in him called me that. Seeing that side of him made me scared as to what would happen if he knew about Charlie. He would not want to know that he was the one that left me. He would take her away from me wit

The aftermath of receiving a phone call from my mother was always detrimental. My mood was always shitty for the remainder of the whole day. She always has something to say that would piss me off. Things like referring to Ashely. Saying that she would never be happy with me if I did not marry her. Not like I care though. She could remain sad for all I cared about. I hated how much it annoyed me and stressed me about marriage. She had to understand that I was not interested anymore. In marriage. I did not want it. I've lost the drive I had for it for almost six years now. She always had made matters worse by saying that she knew why I did not want Ashely and that it was because of Gwen. Anytime she does that, it was like she was mocking me and I knew that she was doing it intentionally. She was the one that broke the news of what happened then to me. I still cannot figure out the reason why Gwen left me. That fact alone made me mad. I hate being clueless about something. I also hat

Forget pissed, I was mad. Full blown mad. "Will you stop doing this, Charles?" I asked in disbelief. My blood was boiling. "Doing what?" He asked as if he did not know what he did. As if he did not just drag me away from my date right now. Well that wasn't particularly a date. It was just an annoying situation that had occured that I had allowed to happen with my own hands. By myself. "Meddling into my business?" "Your business?" He asked with a surprised look on his face. "Did you even know the kind of person that you were talking to? Do you know what he was capable of doing?" He asked me. The more he said that, the more he made me curious about what kind of person Damon was. He'd obviously been a douche with the was he acted the other time. But I still want to know. "Even though, you did not have to do anything. You did not have to wave in like some kind of prince charming the come save someone that was desperately in need of help. I am not a fucking princess." I rolled my e

I was losing control. I knew it and I could feel it deep inside of me. I feel the control slip out of my hands like skittering sand. And it was all because of one party brunette I cannot get out of my head. For a man that had business to run and things to do, things that even seven men can't handle at the same time, I was slacking off. As much as I hated it, I feel like I could not have it any other way. There was this feeling that I had that, now I have found her, I would not be letting her go anytime soon. Not now, not ever. But I wanted to torment her for a little. Make her feel the pain I went through before because of her and what she did. As much as I wanted to ask her why she did what she did, I also did not want to hear it. I did not want to hear her say the reason. I did not want to hear her tell me that she did not love me. That she never wanted to be with me from the beginning, that it was just the attention she got from me that she wanted. Because as sick as it ma