“So, what do you want now?” I ask, gritting my teeth. “You can't cage me here in your fucking penthouse for your whole life. And if you think you can rape me, then let me tell you Mr. Wilson, I will kill myself but will never let you touch my body.”“If I would have really wanted to rape you, then you think…why did I not do it till now? Am I not strong? Or am I not smart?” saying that, he leans to me. “I could rape you in the dorm, maybe in the elevator that day, or maybe in the library also,” he whispers in my ear.Leaning back, he stares into my eyes, saying, “It will only take me two minutes to tear your clothes, tie you up, and fuck your every single hole—only two minutes.”Tears well up in my eyes as soon as I hear all his blurb. Pushing Ethan away, I bury my face in my palm, sobbing like a child. Only by hearing about it—is haunting me, if he truly does it, then I will surely die. Neither dad is here nor Aiden! How will I protect myself? I can't do anything with Ethan, but I ca
Enough drama for today. Now I just need to lay in my bed. “I'm going,” saying that, I turn and walk further to the door. “Let me drop you,” he insists. “No need to. I can take a taxi,” saying that, I open the door and step outside the room. Just then, as I walk further in, he takes a grip on my arm and turns me gently, embracing me in a tight hug, as if he never wants to let me go. “You always put others first. This time I want you to put yourself first. I need you safe and sound, Belle,” saying that his grip tightens even more around my body. “Please, take care of yourself.”Tears well up in my eyes, feeling touched by his words. His touch is soothing me somehow. My heart is saying that he genuinely cares about me, but my mind is saying something else, that it's all a trap. Who should I listen to? The only male I trust with all my heart is just my father. I don't trust any other male. He'll also hurt me—like others. He's showing this fake concern just for the sake of one night w
After releasing a decent amount of tears, I think of going outside the washroom. Lest people will start perceiving that I attempted suicide inside the washroom. I'm feeling like dying but somehow I am not giving up. Wiping my tears away, I gasp and manage to smile. Yes, a fake smile. As soon as I turn and open the door, I see Ethan. This guy never leaves me alone. He has taken an oath to follow me everywhere I go. Such an irritating person!I think of walking away, but then, my blood boils in anger, recalling the things he has done till date: stalking, hacking, and unofficial kidnapping. I was delightful in my relationship with Aiden, even when I was not in love, even when I was trying to convince myself that I love Aiden. At least I wasn't aware of all these things at that time. But now, because of this person I am aware of the fact that I don't love Aiden.I hate him more now. Why did he enter my life? Everything was going fine. Everything was normal. Even when Aiden manipulated me
After days of inner conflict and deep thinking, I have decided to meet Aiden and tell him about my ambition. I can't run away from this. He's my boyfriend. I have to face this. I need to tell him. Nothing bad will happen. He loves me, and he'll understand everything. I know it's not a piece of cake to handle Aiden's anger, but let's do this challenging task. Before stepping outside the dorm room, I stare at my reflection in the mirror as I tuck my black V-neck ribbed knit cardigan inside white high waisted trousers, pairing it with white sandal heels, and Chanel belt and bag. My long wavy dark brunette hair is looking ravish, reaching up to my hips. I wear my silver diamond pendant. As I apply strawberry lip balm, I suddenly recall memories of those days when I was new in New York. I had a bangs haircut back then in 9th grade, and Emily had a bob haircut. We were sitting in the cafeteria; I was applying my strawberry lip balm as I always apply every other hour. All of a sudden she a
“If there was some other girl at your place, I swear, I would have killed her, Belle, for saying such things about my father,” he growls, tightening his grip on my throat, but then he shoves me back, as his tears roll down on his cheeks. “You have already killed her,” I sob, as more tears stream down my face, my lips trembling from constant sobs. “Congratulations, Mr. Allen, you have killed Belle.”“What nonsense are you saying?” he barks. I try to stand still, and lean against the glass walls of his living room. My knees feel weak. I fall down, my back is touching the glass window. Tears might be falling from my eyes. I don't know. I am not feeling anything anymore, not even pain. I am numb. “You killed her. You killed Belle,” I am just repeating these words like a lullaby. Panic surges through my body. My body is shivering badly. I am unable to catch a breath.He kneels down in front of me, holding my arms, trying to soothe me, but that doesn't seem to work. His touch is not comf
I can see tears streaming down his face even when rain is tapping on his face, as he cups my face. His long hair is getting damp in the rain, gluing to his face. He always manages to look hot. My mind is still unable to process whatever he has said in just a few seconds, and if it's a dream or reality. And then, without wasting a second, or letting me process anything further, he places his lips on mine. My eyes widen in astonishment, his lips start working on mine like magic. I am melting under his touch as he sucks my each lip partly, kissing me constantly, not even letting me catch a breath. Still unable to process anything, I just stand like a statue. I don't know whether I have to kiss him back or push him away from me? Is this a dream or not?“Ethan…” I murmur under my breath, pushing him gently away, but he wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me closer and kissing me again. A surge of warmth rushes through my whole body. I feel calm and safe in his arms. I like the warm
After crying for almost two hours in the rain, and at Aiden's place, now I don't even remember he was my boyfriend in the past. I am not feeling any hurt and pain. I heard people don't even like talking to other people after their break-ups. I am not feeling anything like that. Maybe, I wasn't in love that's why, or maybe because Aiden never treated me well. I was crying because of losing the challenge from Ethan, but now I am not even feeling the same pain I felt a few hours ago. Ethan is not laughing at me as I anticipated, because I have lost the challenge. I think I always misunderstood him. He's not that bad. As my phone starts ringing, my hands reach for my phone in my bag. It's Aiden. I don't want to talk to him. I end the call, but it starts ringing again and again. Getting frustrated by his calls, I block his number from everywhere.I step towards the table adjacent to the bed and place my phone on it. In the whole room, there's not a single picture of Ethan. I remember he
Running away from there, I reach downstairs again, weeping constantly from this agony. I don't want to face Ethan anymore. It is hard to digest that we both liked each other, but we both never tried to confess. The wet shirt clings to my body, heavy and soaked through. I shiver and sob uncontrollably, feeling the cold seep into my bones and heart heavy with pain. My wet long hair clings to my wet body, water dripping from it. Each breath I take is shaky, my chest tightening with each shiver. My body is shivering, not just because of getting drenched in rain, but because of my overwhelming emotions. I wrap my arms around my body, trying to calm down and seek some warmth, but it is no use. Tears mingle with rain water dripping from my hair on my face. It is feeling like a heavy weight pressing down my chest, making it hard to breathe. I feel broken, alone, and foolish. Why hadn't he told sooner? Why did I waste so much time over that idiot Aiden? I feel a hand gripping around my ar