All Chapters of Craving you: Locked Desires: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Lucille’s povI held the file in my hand and when I opened it I was more than surprised of everything inside, it was the diary of Laurel. the very first love note I had ever written to her. My hands trembled, the paper vibrating between my fingers as I read it word for word. I was looking at my own love notes, I traced the lines in my mind as if I didn’t already know them by heart, as if I were trying to confirm that the handwriting was truly mine.I turned the next page and read the diary carefully, taking notes of some explicit parts written boldly. The way I called her my love, Our first night together. All our sexy plays written in details.I shivered as I saw it all, all the love notes we exchanged after classes, how we had secret meetings in discreet places to do all nasty things, every actions we had, all our secrets, everything, word for word was written down in the book. Our entire world had been laid bare on these pages. “You sure have seen enough”. My mum took the book fr

Lucille’s pov “Yes….she forced me into it,” Laurel stepped forward “I’m sorry but I need to say this, Mrs. Parker, Mr. Parker, I didn’t want to do it, I ….Ive always liked boys but she manipulated me, she told me girls taste better, you all saw the notes she wrote me right? Everything that happened between us, she made the first move, Lucille Parker is the bad influence”. I looked back at Laurel as she said so many detestable things about me, sounding so convincing like I was the bitch that ruined her. My eyes felt betrayed, maybe I was wrong after all, no one forced her to make the voice notes, my emotions felt blackmailed. Was this really Laurel or an imposter? She looked wild explaining to everyone how I made the first move, I was silenced by her emotional blackmail, crying and acting so good that I almost believed her. “Lucille? Say something…!!” My mum yelled at me. But I was still shocked looking at Laurel, my mum took matters into her hands and everywhere erupted with a

Lucille’s povLaurel stood there, looking up at me from the garden below. I didn't try to think, I simply bolted downstairs like a girl whose long lost lover had finally returned. My parents’ heads turned, watching the sudden, desperate blur of my exit.“I’ll be back!” I shouted over my shoulder. “I… I dropped something out the window.” I made an excuse.By the time I reached the garden, she was still there. We stood in the silence for a long moment, simply looking at one another. She wore an expression of profound apology, a look so heavy it seemed to weigh her down. I didn’t know why she had come, but I found myself praying she had an explanation for everything. I was suppose to hit for the lies, smack her for the blackmail and ask her to leave for everything but my brain had ceased to function, all I knew was that I needed her close. I needed to see her, to hear the truth from her own lips so I could finally understand what had gone wrong.“Let’s get you somewhere hidden,” I whispe

Marcella’s povI got up that night feeling stressed from a distressed sleep. Had morning class so I had to go to school early that day, I had promised myself l afresh start, again..… I just hoped this time I’ll do better, I’ll forget her, I’ll start all over again. I didn’t know I could ever pull it off, telling her about my feelings but I did and they way she rejected me, like I was some stray dog, it still weighed heavily on my heart but I promised myself I wasn’t going to think about it anymore, I’ll forget everything and forge a new beginning, now I know where her heart belongs, there’s no sense in trying anymore.By eight in the morning, the air was crisp. Coming from an elite family, I had been raised to believe that correspondence was the lifeblood of status, every piece of information was worth a thousand pearl so every message mattered even mails, they all mattered. I stepped outside to take in the fresh morning breeze, hoping the cold air would act as a sanctification for m

Marcella’s pov I headed straight outside, I had to put a stop to all this nonsense, no more child’s play, time to be more serious, time to tell them my stand.I knew exactly where I was going, I stopped the first taxi I saw and headed to the house I was taken to that night. The house where she rejected me, I still felt haunted by it but I knew this was where it all began and this is where it will end. When I got there it was quiet unlike the night before. The street was quiet and I walked up to her porch, I rang the bell and no one answered. I was so pissed holding the letter in my hand, i waited for someone to come get the door but there was no one. I grew impatient and rang the bell repeatedly until the door finally swung open. “Who the fuck…..” she stopped with the cursing when she saw me. “Hey…” her tone more calmer than before but I didn’t care, I walked past her into the house. “Someone doesn’t look happy….” She said watching my mood, “you know we have a lot to talk about” Ch