All Chapters of Craving you: Locked Desires: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Marcella’s POVWhen she left I felt a certain feeling, a thirst burned inside me, a hunger so deep.She mentioned ‘The rose’. Finally, it was about time. Seemed like she was ready to take the step but was too scared to do it, maybe she feared rejection.My sister called out my name but I was staring at the door where she left, my mind was still fixed at her words.“What signs are you talk about about!!” She hit my arm.“The Rose”. I said quietly my sister tilted her head to the left corner looking at me strangely.“What are you talking about?” She asked me confused.“I’m going to tell my truth”. I immediately told my sister in a swift turn.“Uh….. that was unexpected…” she stood surprised but I wasn’t going to let her judgment change my mind.“I think it’s time”. I spoke to my sister feeling confident with my decision.“Now? Are you sure you want to do this?” Maya asked, her voice hushed as the reality of my plan sank in. “This is big, Marcella. Do you really think you can pull this

Marcella pov She walked up to me with that questioning look in her eyes. “What do you mean?” She asked still looking lost but I didn’t want to say anything. “Marcella, you’ve guarded that book like it was your own life. What are you talking about?” I looked away. “Never mind” I wiped the tears from my face. I turned to the bed and began smoothing the silk sheets, desperately wanting the night to just end but she wasn’t giving up, Maya had never been the type to retreat, that’s why I always loved her. I was the weak one and she was my strength, the energetic force always pushing me to do things I felt I couldn’t, my confident booster but right now, the energy she charged towards me felt like a weapon and I really needed her to end it all. “You better say something else I’ll tell the whole world you’re gay and pining after a girl who doesn’t know you exist”. God it felt embarrassing with the way she said it, I felt humiliated, yes, I would want her to do it since I wasn’t bold

Marcella pov “Mum?” She exclaimed loud in surprise, and I looked at her. “Mom?” I whispered to myself, she looked terrified looking at the tall white lady that stood at the door, they looked so much alike. “It’s not what you think…we were just talking” she tried to explain herself. “Enough Lucille!!! Out…now!!” Her mum ordered and she buried her head down in defeat and walked out the door. I was going to say hi to her mum or maybe defend her since all we really did was just talking, but she looked like she was in trouble and if my words could save her from it I wouldn’t mind lending my voice but when I took a step closer and her mum gave me a death stare, I could see flames of rage in her eyes so I stepped back rethinking my actions and thoughts. Maybe it could make things worse, she didn’t say a word and shut the door angrily as they left. I stood there for a minute thinking about what just happened. Her mother had that athletic body build contrast to Lucille, so looked str

Lucille’s pov “Lucille..” she called my name with a surprise tone, I’m sure she never expected to me at her doorstep again, with her door wide open. She looked at me her expression changed slowly from a surprised one her eyes filled with anger, her expression became so cold I couldn’t come close to her, I caught a glimpse of Maya sitting on her bed and I kept wondering what could have gone wrong. “Marcella…” before I could say anything she slammed the door to my face. That act was a total shocker, I wondered where I had gone wrong. “What’s going on”. Every plan, every hopeful intention I had brought to that door died in an instant. I began to retrace every moment of the evening, from the second I stepped into her mansion to the second our eyes met in her room. I replayed the birthday speech, searching for a slip up, a slight, or a mistake. Nothing came up. She had been smiling at me only moments ago; now, I was met with cold shoulders. Her reactions pierced my soul like a loud r

Marcella pov When I saw her face, I couldn’t bear the betrayal, I thought she liked me, her journal, her actions, her kind gestures towards me. I felt like we shared something, the connection, ‘the rose’. She did give me a rose years ago. At least, that was the version of the story I let myself believe but she had simply dropped it on the desk and run off with her teammate. It was finally beginning to make sense, she didn’t give it to me, she had just discarded it, and I, in my desperation, had claimed it, but the Latino girl she spoke about in her journal, I was so confused. My mind was going wild, I knew she was just like me but didn’t have anyway to prove it and my only evidence had been fed to the furnace. The agony of seeing her with someone else, especially a man, felt like a deliberate serration of my heart.I shut the door angrily at her face and when I turned, I saw my sister’s reaction, I looked at my sister’s face, her mouth was wide open in surprise, I couldn’t blame her