Chelsea Engels Guess who is the crowned queen of the world of delusions, Me. I told myself that I wouldn't let Aldrich touch me again, I promised myself that I was going to put an end to my feelings for him, I tried to convince myself that our love was forbidden and I shouldn't give it the chance to bloom, but it seems like I've been pouring way too much water on that flower. One way or the other, I always find myself back in his arms. When he burst through the door of the hotel to rescue me, my love for him hit a higher score. When he bit Mark to a pulp for trying to to do nasty things to me, my love for him hit a higher mark. When he brought me to the hospital and lied about me being fine so I don't have to answer questions and think about what happened, my love for him hit a higher mark. And when he decided to take me to his house because I didn't want to go home so as to avoid my father worrying about me, my love for him flew off the scale.

Aldrich61 days, 4 weeks, 2 months is how long it had been since Chelsea went MIA. After the first 14 days without hearing any news from her, I thought she was taking it a bit far. Her father would call and I would cook up lies to give him on why he couldn't talk to her. But after the next 2 weeks, I was certain something was wrong. I had lied and lied and I couldn't keep up with the lie anymore. My mother and her father were now becoming suspicious and were becoming really demanding to speak to her. I knew if they had any idea where my apartment was located, they would have come barging through the door. I dialed her number several times and it all went to voicemail, once it told me the number didn't exist. I kept thinking of all the possible places she could be, all the possible things that could have happened, but I couldn't come up with a precise solution. The truth still remained that apart from the fact that we lived in the sam

ChelseaI guess it's safe to use the context ‘How time flies.’ I had only wanted to be away for a few days or at most a week, try to clear not only my head but all of my feelings for Aldrich. I tried really hard but I made no progress. As they say, absence makes the heart grow fonder. Each day I spent without seeing Aldrich felt like torture for me. Yes, I had gone days ignoring Aldrich in the past, but I still got to seem him at breakfasts and dinners. Everyday I thought of Aldrich, everyday I yearned for his touch, everyday I yearned for his kisses, everyday I yearned to bury myself deep into his arms, but they were all wishful thinking. I took this break to forget about him, but it seems he's more frequent in my mind now. I thought it was going to be easy if I stayed away, but the bruises left on my mind by what Mark did made it even harder. Eight weeks ago I left Aldrich's apartment to stay at an Inn close to a tourist site in the

Chelsea Engels “Congratulations Miss Engels, you're 6 weeks pregnant. We offer antenatal…….” As the words fell from the doctor's mouth, my world froze. Anxiety instantly enveloped my being. Every other word that fell from his mouth never got into my ears, they were just like white noise. How did this happen? Is this a joke?Am I dreaming? Different thoughts flowed through my brain at once, incapacitating me from reasoning properly. “No Dr Hensley, you're mistaken, I cannot be pregnant, it's not possible.” I said to him in a confused and shaky voice. “But that's what the test results say. You are six weeks pregnant.” He said, the smile instantly washing off his face as confusion replaced them.“No, maybe you are mistaking me for someone else.” I said, still unable to believe what I just heard. “When was the last time you had sexual intercourse?” I didn't need to think for two long as I h

Aldrich Timber “We should involve the police?” My mum asked immediately Osmond made the suggestion.For me, I didn't care who we involved, as long as we got to find her before I go completely crazy. “Yes, we have to involve the legal forced. My little girl has suddenly gone MIA for 2 straight months, and you expect me not to involve the police? Right now, I don't care how bad she thinks I'll feel, I just want to see her again.” “Yeah, I completely agree with him. I hate to think that something might have happened to her and it was all my fault.” “Chelsea have never really had any friends since highschool, so there is nobody we could go to for her whereabouts.” Osmond said again. He stood up and went upstairs to change into better clothes, before coming down stairs again. “Are you going to the police station?” I asked as he got to the living room. “Of course.” “I'll drive.” He simply nodded his head, as he