Semua Bab The Bully And His Broken Beloved: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Author’s POV By the end she was done talking, Cara was crying bitterly in his arms. Going through those petrifying memories was difficult for her. This is the reason why she is scared of offending people. The moment when she offended her adoptive father by calling him bad, still horrifies her. This is the reason why she wanted to apologize to Chase in the beginning when she used to think that she made him think that he is a monster. Because she knew the pain of being called what you are not. She remembers when her father, James used to blame her for her mother’s death, calling her by different names. She didn’t know the meaning of those words when she was young but as she grew up, she understood what all those words meant and it hurt her. That is why she didn’t want Chase to think that he is a monster who scares her. And now she knows for sure that he is not a monster, he never was. At least not to her. He was like her protector who saved her whenever she needed help. His ways

Author’s POV Chase is sitting beside Cara on the edge of the bed. His eyes are fixed on her beautiful sleeping face. No one in this entire world can imagine, how staying around her or looking at her or just hearing her voice, makes him relaxed and feel at ease. A small smile appeared on his lips when she started squirming in her sleep before opening her eyes. Their eyes met and a beautiful shy smile plastered on her lips. He leaned forward, hovering his upper body over hers so that their faces were just an inch apart. He removed few strands of her hairs from her face and caressed her head gently before pressing his lips against hers in a morning kiss. He left her mouth and whispered softly, “Good morning” and she replied in same kind of tone. “Did you get any sleep last night?” she asked him. “Yes I did” he replied confidently. She stared at his face for few moments before saying, “You are a bad liar, you know?”. He chuckled lightly at her words, “In front of you, yes I am.

Author’s POVPastTwelve years old Chase was in his room, getting ready for his evening boxing class when he heard the doorbell of his house ringing.But he didn’t pay any attention to it and continued what he was doing.If it was that old six years old Chase, he would have gotten all excited thinking that his father is home.But after his mother’s death, all of the excitement has disappeared from his life. He has changed a lot.Nothing excites him anymore. There is nothing in his life that makes him happy except two things.One is his new found passion, boxing. It helps him let out the suppressed anger he has within himself, without hurting anyone.And other is his older sister Valerie. He loves her a lot, probably more than himself.After their mother’s death, she was the one who took care of him in absence of their father, who never actually paid attention to his growing kids.He came out of his room after getting ready for his class. He looked around in the living room but

Author’s POVCara was sitting in the living room, in front of her laptop completing the assignment she has to submit tomorrow. She lifted her eyes up to look at Chase who was in the kitchen, making her favourite pasta for dinner. “Do you need any help?” she asked him making him shift his gaze towards her. “It’s almost done…” he suddenly paused in the middle of his sentence. Cara saw a playful smile breaking onto his lips when he continued, “Actually yes. I do need your help”. “And what is it that you need my help with?” she asked folding her arms over her chest and resting her back to the back rest of the couch. An amusing smile was plastered on her own lips. “If you could give me a kiss, it would have been perfect. You know I am in dire need of it right now” he said it so seriously as if he was talking to a doctor and was asking for a medicine. “Hmm… I have to think about it. As you might remember how you attacked me with lots of kisses as soon as we entered in the house, afte

Author’s POVCara blinked her eyes feeling a sharp pain in her eyes and head.Her eyes seemed so heavy and the swelling around them made it difficult for her to open them without feeling any pain.Ignoring the pain she again tried to open her eyes slowly, ready to be blinded by some sort of light which will definitely make her headache worse.But nothing of that sort happened. Her eyes fell on the dirty ceiling of the room she was in right now.The only light that was illuminating this cold room was coming from a window. You couldn’t actually call it a window. It was more like a small hole on the wall, almost touching the ceiling.The lack of light in the room was causing her eyes to ache even more.She tried sitting up pulling her hand to rub her aching temple but then she felt something heavy restricting her movements.She looked at her wrist to find a heavy chain stopping her from moving her hand.She instantly sat up. The floor she was sitting on was cold. She tried to p