บททั้งหมดของ SORRY, NOT YOURS ANYMORE : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Melissa“Do you want me to wrap it up for you?” I wasn't looking at him, I only pointed at his bloodied fists.“You'll only wrap it if you tell me how you truly feel” he stepped in front of me, and his cologne filled my nostrils almost knocking me off my feet.His eyes examined the damage Father had left on me, and he muttered incoherently to himself.“Come with me” I followed like a puppet to one of the rooms down the hallway. I hadn't stepped into most rooms in this house and it was my first time here. It seemed like a store, he grabbed a first aid box, handed me a bottle of pain relievers, saying something about getting a pack of ice for my cheeks. Just when he was about to close it, I stopped him. He didn't budge so I took that as my cue. Although I hesitated, I didn't want him to flare up. I could still see the anger in his features. First I carefully cleaned his bruises with alcohol-soaked cotton wool, and his face didn't give anything away. Before applying ointment to them and

Melissa.It had been a week and Logan had managed to avoid each other. I barely saw him at all. The whole situation made me uncomfortable for some reason- not hearing from him or his whereabouts. That evening one of the maids had stopped by to tell me Logan was back and had asked me to join “them” for dinner. She handed me a box that had a black sequence dress and a pair of silver heels. Why would he buy me gifts when he wouldn't even speak to me? How was he so sure that it would fit? I sighed and opened the small black box. In it lay a simple silver bracelet on a golden chain with matching earrings. They looked nice and expensive and I didn't know how to feel, I wasn't used to getting gifts from him, it felt strange.Who were the people? He could have said him, but them? I dreaded dinner, more so than I ever did because I had zero appetite. My stomach churned uneasily and my anxiety whined uncomfortably as soon as I stepped into the dining room. All eyes were on me, I felt self-cons

LoganI hadn’t seen Melissa for weeks, since the last night we were together, I threw myself so much into work and I lost count of how many times I exploded on the staff, and even on my parents. My personal assistant's curious stares and questions drove me insane; I just wanted to scream out every single thing that I had been keeping pent up for so long inside of me. I knew I wanted to but I didn't. I didn't know how she was faring, I didn't know if she wanted me by her side and if she did, she would have come to me right? Heaven knows I’d abandon everything I was doing and run to her this very minute if she acted like she wanted me, if she needed me, just once. But Melissa wasn't the type to lightly accept help, especially from me.I didn't want any of this. I didn't want Melissa to be hurt. I couldn't stand the thought that she might be. I had grown extremely possessive. She wasn't weak, she was strong and resilient, but even she has moments where she loses her cool, like when she

Melissa I woke up with a throbbing headache and with the sun threatening to make me blind, I had no choice but to roll over in bed and close my eyes until the throbbing subsided, at least for the moment. I couldn't even find the words to describe my hangover. I only knew it was bad when my eyes stung like they would explode. The thought of doing anything more than lying in bed made me feel even more nauseous. But I knew that as long as I kept my eyes closed and didn’t move, then I’d be fine for now. But I thought wrong and too fast.This is why saying no to alcohol was the best option, I finally understood that.At least Logan had been there, and he brought me home.Sucker! I thought to myself as that fluttery feeling came back and I let out an annoyed grunt. This time instead of trying to suppress the urge to vomit, I actually felt worse than before, and I really wished I could just sleep for at least another couple hours. I don’t know if I was still drunk, or not hungover enoug

MelissaI woke up to my head feeling fuzzy and groaning slightly as I looked around me. Everything seemed blurry, and everything smelled weird. Slowly I opened my eyes to see a blurry picture of something I didn't recognize, everything was black. The last thing I remember was Diane hitting me with something, was I dead, was this the afterlife?“Hey?” some called out and I had to blink rapidly before my vision cleared.I saw a familiar figure with messy long black hair standing in front of me with those green eyes.“Am I dead?” I said the first thing that came to my mind.I heard that familiar chuckle. “Good to see you too Melissa, how do you feel?” he asked me.“Like shit, my head hurts” I struggled to sit up and he helped me, putting a pillow against the edge of the bed so I could lean comfortably on it.“You had a mild concussion” he explained as he held a cup in my direction.I hesitantly took the cup “Thanks” I said and gulped the warm liquid down. “Ew, what is that?” I returned t