Writer's POV
"I'm so sorry, but I don't love you, Christian." Beth said these words, holding back the fresh tears that were threatening to spill. And then she watched as the light in his eyes died, and then he dropped his hand to his side.
"You.. you don't love me?" Christian asked her, with confusion, curiosity and lastly unbelief in his eyes.
And Beth gave him a firm nod, sniffing. While on the inside she was dying from hurt. She couldn't bring herself to tell him that she loved him, and then she was going to live him the following day. There was no way he was going to buy that. So she thought it was better to hurt his feelings now by lying. So he would forget about her really fast.
Christian stared at Beth with hard eyes, his teeth pulling his lip ring into his mouth, and then he freed the lip ring just to tuck his tongue inside his cheek.
Then be nudged his head closer to hers, making her to blink flippantly, and stared at him in confusio
Writer's POV"Why did you lie?" Christian asked, increasing the pace of his thrusts, making Beth moan in helpless abandon."I...uh..." The words she tried coming up with, stuttered and quivered into a moan. Christian didn't even wait for her response. He swallowed all of her moan as he kissed her senselessly."Tell me why you lied that you still love...Oh fuck.. I can't mention his name. You feel so warm and tight. So good to me." Christian breathed the last four words, as his sweat dripped off from his forehead and touched hers, while he kept on twirling his waist. Making Beth's eyes quiver into their sockets."Don't stop... Don't stop." She gasped out, clinging further onto his back. While Christian stopped the thrusts right at that moment, just to take a look of her beautiful face that still had the childlike nature."Tell my why you lied to me, Beth. I deserve to know."And then, he began pounding deep into her
Writer's POV Flashback. What next Pete did surprised Beth, because he stretched forth his hand to her hair, and she shifted backwards before he could. Then gave him a questioning look. "I uh, was just trying to take dirt off your hair." He said, then blew out a big breath of frustration. It seemed he was already getting fed up with her attitude towards him, but was still staying because maybe, just maybe he meant every word. She thought. "I'm sorry, I don't like someone touching my hair." Beth said, and he knew she was lying. However, she asked him to still take the dirt off her hair. And watched him cautiously as began doing as she had instructed. He raised his hand up and then touched her hair at first. Something which sent shivers down her spine, and generated goosebumps on her every single pore. She took
Writer's POVAnd Beth stood up, with tears welling up in her eyes. It was the first time Christian was telling her to leave his house. And the what hurt even more was that she wouldn't see him again, after that day.Christian had this look of pain in his face, as he watched her picking her clothes off the floor. He had loved her more than the way he had ever loved anyone."Wait." He stopped her, then advanced towards her. Staring so hard at her beautiful nude body, that he himself was getting hard again. But he decided to restrain himself from taking her right there and then. Beth was skinny, but had round bountiful breasts, something which was so sexually alluring to Christian.Beth waited with her heart swelling with hurt that she was even panting deeply, inhaling and exhaling, watching how Christian's eyes were darkening a shade greener, as his eyes did a once over on her nude body, as if it was just the first time he was seeing her naked before.
Writer's POVFlashbackBeth wasn't feeling too well, inspite of the medications she had taken. With her grandma Patricia absent and was at her company. And Christian had come to visit as usual. He had placed a trash bin at her side, and stroked her back as she vomited. After that, he had heat can soup for her, and then fed her.He had seem so concerned, and acted like her elder brother, by forcing the spoonful of soup into her mouth. He had fed her till the soup can was empty, and then wore her stockings when she had complained that she was feeling cold on her feet. He had doubled the stockings, and then covered her with the sheet covers.That was the day Beth discovered that Christian wasn't only a good guitarist, but also a song writer and a singer.He sat on the bed, and began playing his guitar, pausing only to write down on a sheet of paper, lyrics of songs that had popped in his head
Writer's POVBeth decided to let her thoughts drift off to the first day she had seen Christian. Because he was still hugging her from behind. With their naked bodies clasped together.FlashbackThe sand coloured haired waitress had come to take her order with a friendly smile, plastered on her face. Because she knew Beth as one of their regular customers, and the two were quite acquainted.After chatting for a few moments, she left to go bring Beth's order, while Beth sat even more on her chair, and decide to take in view of the deco of the restaurant. Heavy fans were on the ceiling, that spun lazily, reducing the variety smell of food.Beth's phone beeped with a text message, and she had carried the phone up from the tabletop to read the context of the text message.That was the moment, two boys made their way into the restaurant, cursing in their thick
Writer's POV"I'm leaving for Nigeria tomorrow." Beth announced so suddenly, in a distressful manner, that Christian was quite confused for a few moments. He blinked a few times, and when his brain properly aligned what he just heard, he disengaged himself from the hug and recoiled a step backwards."Leaving?" He questioned, with his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "Why?""Because I have a life there. I only came here for three months, and today is my last day on here. That's why I lied to you. I couldn't bring myself to tell you, because I was so scared." Beth responded, hugging her naked body to herself, with her head down and her shoulders sagging in worry.He had finally gotten the truth from her. Forcefully.
Flashback nine years.Writer's POVBeth recalled all that just happened. It was music class, and it was her turn to sing. She had even worn her best dress to school on that day, and had tried to aww the class, because her uncle and grandpa had pointed out that she had a very nice voice for singing. They had really complimented her dress that morning, telling her how beautiful she was. And she had believed them. Only to arrive at school, at get laughed at by her classmates. Worse, her voice was being mocked, and she was being thrown food, by these classmates. Something her teacher couldn't put to stop. Rather she let it all happened to her. Despite it was really wrong. And she wasn't supposed to be treated like that.The world was cruel. She thought.Because she had wanted to fit in, wanted to be liked by all. But she had made a big fool of herself, by assuming she was going to get praised for singing p
I knew I did the right thing, by choosing to walk out of Christian's life. Not that I had a choice anyway. And inspite of my heart being sick, guilt still stung me deeply. Because Christian loved me so much. And it hurt that I left him. I could still remember how I had met him, and how things had transpired between us. The way he had carried me on his back as we walked on the subway. How he had sang songs, and made me fall more in love with him. And how he had pleasured me to the extent that I began wondering what on Earth I had been doing with my life, before I met him. But I had left. Because I had a life in Nigeria. My parents and siblings were awaiting for my return. And I had to be tutored in Maths. I knew Christian was already hurting because of me. Then thought about how easily Christian would forget me, because he already had multiple sexual partners. I could still recall how Christian