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With the stitches and bandages removed and an almost flexible hand, Gianna tilted her head to the side, studying the gruesome lines that made part of her body. She might have to remodel her closet with more long-sleeved t-shirts and high-neck blouses and bid farewell to basking in two pieced swimsuits beneath the blazing summer sun. Her fingers had begun to trace the rough flesh when the doorbell chimed.It did not bother her. More important things did, like paying a visit to the McCarthys for one and dutifully wondering what Seth was up to with his Greek Goddess of a girlfriend as she'd been doing for the past days. Her newly found guilty pleasure was skulking Luna's media sites where she'd come to realize how perfectly they complemented each other in photos of two despite her gut churning.Sometimes...point of correction, more often than 'some', comparison poked; Luna had one or two things every girl ever wished for. From flawless L'oréal Paris shampoo commercial-worthy hair down to
I love to hate you Chapter 65
Mason remembered returning home after a long day at the yard. He'd taken a cool shower in the guestroom that had become his before jogging downstairs to microwave his share of meal. One of the very few times he'd absented family dinner and last.While he ate the delicious yet, insipid meal on the kitchen counter in the late hours of the evening, he wondered where Gianna had gone to that afternoon and how she came about with the old cigarette case. Too many questions, too many worries, little rest, and no peace within. He let the fork clatter on his plate as he leaned back with a heavy sigh. He needed help, he needed a shoulder to lean on, someone to talk to and despite how often his mother's image popped up in his mind, Mason bit back. The troubles drastically weighed on him that the solutions in his head webbed.His mama would've been of tremendous help, no doubt, but Mason being Mason determined to be a man."Okay, about time to call it a da—ouuchh," His backbone misplaced midway up
I love to hate you Chapter 66
"Where are we going?" Gianna asked for the thirty-third time in the space of ten minutes. True to a once-upon-a-time, they'd planned a girl's day out just the both of them. But with the lashes of events that had been unfolding, Gianna decided to bury it in the back of her mind. "You'll see," the glowing red-haired said. Her mother's glow was a sight for sore eyes. Last she saw the lady that way, was anyone's guess. So much she wanted to ask but the notion of not being close to the woman battered her. The trunk was stocked with two tiny suitcases, hers and her mum's, just enough for a day or two's trip. Not exactly giving her a microscopic field of vision to fish from. "C'mon mum, that's all you've been saying since we left home," Gianna pouted. "It's getting annoying; I hate the suspense. I hate that I can't figure out where we going or what we'll be doing." Of course, they were neither going camping, relaxing at a spa, touring a Museum, viewing a comedy show, going on a shopping
I love to hate you Chapter 67
"He confessed," Gianna said, in the midst of her parents readying to the field. Mason was rounding up with folding his wife's jeans slightly above her ankle."He did?" He was flabbergasted.Gianna nodded as she looked at her mother briefly. "We were right about them. Kelly McCarthy sent him.""I knew it! This is great enough evidence to incriminate them.""No, it's not, Dad," Gianna defended. She didn't want to put Jerome into any form of trouble. He was a victim too. "I mean, it's just this one thing that they can easily worm their way out of. And we're not even sure of Jerome spilling out the same beans.""Hmmm," Mason reconsidered. "So what do you suggest?""Well, I suggest we let it off the hook until we have enough solid evidence, and by enough Dad, I mean like two, three, and why not four?""Honey, Gianna's right," Louisa shocked them. "I doubt they'll try anything with all the security measures we've taken otherwise, they
I love to hate you Chapter 68
Tears galloped down Gianna's cheeks like vying racehorses. "Do me a favor." "Yeah?" "Go to hell!" Adam bellowed. Kelly scoffed, "I've lived there my entire life. And I'm not being metaphoric. Imagine what it will look like now that your father fired mine." "Let's leave this place," Adam stamped more bills than necessary on the table and addressed Kelly one last time, with a piercing whisper, "Think of me when next you ever seed the idea of hurting Gianna again, be it psychologically, physically, or through someone else. I'll do your head the favor of flying it through a basketball hoop, I promise. I left enough to order some for your fam, or you might as well feast on our leftovers." With that, he dislodged Gianna, who had been transfixed since Kelly's last speech, with a slight force and gently pulled her to his car. "You did not eat your food. I'll take you to Mackhie's." "I lost my appetite. Take me home instead." Honestly, she wanted to be left alone. But knowing Adam, he wo
I love to hate you Chapter 69
What had come over her? What exactly?! To think she had gone as far as sneaking into her mother's purse for something she had and would have never dreamt of doing, even in her dead bed. Yes, that was the extent of the urgency. And luck being on her side, successfully procuring the phone number she'd been outlining meticulous strategies to obtain was like hitting a jackpot. It wasn't entirely a miracle that her mother still kept Sean's number. Yet, it was worth jubilating for. It took every atom of strength for Gianna to message him. So much so that, she'd even lost count of the number of times her phone's screen had blacked out as the constant results of her fingers idly hovering over the keyboard for too long. Every time she thought of a friendly way to approach him: to write him, the cruel past events he'd made her go through surfaced, churned her gut, changed her mind, and made her type a series of profanities and an application letter of abuses that will end up being deleted in
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It was an uneventful Saturday afternoon that Gianna decided to sneak out of home in her parent's absence. Her mum had left for the city and her dad had gone downtown to present some designs to a client. She was left with the elder sister's responsibility to look after Petra, her annoying little sister. From previous encounters, both parents won't be home until forty minutes to dinner time. Latest, thirty minutes. So she had two sweet hours, as seldom, to wander around the estate. Rather unfortunate than fortunate that Venisa didn't report to work as she will have to deal with Petra. "Where are you going?" Petra appeared behind a frozen Gianna when she was two feet away from the door. In her hand was her favorite brown teddy bear their father had offered to her on her seventh birthday. When Gianna had pended the book she was pretentiously reading, to give her father the impression of a studious teen before he left, Petra was locked up in her room. Probably indulged in her convention
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"Has he told you yet?" Julia asked, roaming around her room in search of her earphones. "Urgh! I flung that thing somewhere here. How I wish it had a mouth." "Nope." Gianna frowned at the zits on her face as portrayed by her reflection more than she did about Seth's slow pace. Julia paused from ransacking a pile of clothes on her bed that has been there from the previous day in her search for clothes to put on for school. "Are you serious?" She asked, overwhelmed. Gianna, who thought the mirror didn't reflect her actual expression, turned to her friend with a straight face. "Okay, but it's been what? Six months? And he still hasn't said it? Goodness, how do you even cope with that? If you weren't giving him the green light I would've put all blame on you. What is wrong wi—" Julia's eyes widened in realization. "What?" The brunette in sleek ponytail settled on a small clothes-free area that was left of her bed. "The new girl offering Maths. She enrolled two months ago," she sounded
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