I don't know why I let my guard down last night. I can't let that happen again. I can't trust him, or myself, to let my emotions take over my mind again. I need to put my walls back up. I need to guard up and protect myself. You are a drama queen, Belle. You always act whenever needed. Did you forget that? Today's the same as other days. Just start your drama. Act as if you don't care. Act as if you are not embarrassed…even when you are. Act as if the last night was just the result of your sexual desires and does not mean anything to you. All you have to do is just…act. Putting the same badass bitch facade on my face—which I always put to hide the real emotions on my face, I turn to see Mr. Wilson. There's an evil smirk on his face; and my eyes land on the red purple marks on his neck, that is obviously given by me. “Why did you slam the door?” I growl.“So that you don't run away from here,” he retorts. “Move your hand. I need to go.”“I won't. I need you to eat something and ta
After reaching the dorm room, I don't see Emily here. She might have gone somewhere. Thankfully, she isn't here. I want to be alone for a while. I need some time to process whatever is happening to me. Throwing my bag, phone, and the bouquet on the bed, as I try to sit, I wince. My lower back is aching badly. I've eaten outside; I can take pills now. I swallow the pills with water; and then, my eyes land on the bouquet again. Why did I not throw it somewhere? Why does it hurt me to hurt him? Do I have feelings for Ethan? “It's too early to consider it as love, but too late to consider it as nothing,” I murmur to myself, as I pick up the bouquet again in my arms, my tears trickle down from my eyes. It hurts me when I hurt you, Ethan. Why can't you just leave me alone? I am not ready to develop any deep, intense feelings for anyone. I don't know if you truly love me or not. Even if you do, I still don't want to be with you. I don't want any more drama. I know you are the same like
As soon as I reach Aiden's apartment, I see the door is not locked; it's a bit open. How did he forget to lock the door today? Is he alright? Is there any thief in his home? Should I call the police? At least I should check first. I enter the apartment, taking slow steps. The apartment is filled with a haze of smoke, and the acrid smell of burnt tobacco lingering in the air. Empty bottles are scattered all over the floor, some tipped over, and liquid spilling out. Ashtrays are overflowing with cigarette butts, and there are crumpled packs of cigarettes laying around. Whole place looks like a mess. Did he drink and smoke the whole night? And then, my gaze shifts to Aiden who's settled on the couch, holding a cigarette in one hand and a bottle of alcohol in another, his eyes glued to the flickering screen of the TV. My daily vlogs which I used to shoot only for Aiden, because he used to say he likes watching my face 24/7—is playing on the TV. “Now, I'll show my boyfriend how I appl
As Aiden's grip vanishes on my hair, my knees feel weak, witnessing my long hair scattered on the floor. Tears roll down from my eyes as I fall down on the floor. “Now you are looking pretty…darling,” Aiden says, making my blood boil in fury. I grit my teeth. Settling at my feet again, I grip his jacket tightly. “Are you a monster or what? Do you not have any emotions Aiden? What are you? How could you do that to me?” I scream aloud, my lips trembling from my sobs. “I warned you I am a bad person. Why are you crying now? It was your decision to become my girlfriend. No one forced you Belle,” he says. More tears stream down my face, as I realize he's right. Why am I asking him? It's my fault I chose him as my boyfriend. Obviously, it's mine. “Why is it hurting you that I let Ethan fuck me? You are not my boyfriend anymore. We have broken up,” I growl. Holding my arms tightly, he pulls me closer to him, glaring into my eyes. “I told you there's no option to break up our relationsh
Why is this idiot here? Lest Aiden will hurt him too. I can't see anything bad happening to Ethan because of me. Please go away from here, Ethan. Please!Ethan's jaw tenses as his gaze shifts to my inner thigh, his eyes blazing and chest heaving up and down in fury. I arch my body to see what he's staring at. And then, my jaw drops, witnessing a purple bruise on my inner thigh.“How dare you touch her?” Ethan's loud voice echoes across the whole place, as he settles at his feet and steps towards Aiden, who's struggling to sit up on the floor. My heart races with terror, anticipating the next outcome as Ethan grips Aiden's collar, pinning him to the floor and sitting above him; and then, he shoots a wild punch on his jaw. My mouth drops open, and my pulse quickens, feeling haunted by his wrath. “Sister-in-law…” Alex’s voice guards me off. I turn my face slightly, finding Alex, Colin, and Sam also in the apartment.All of them approach me and kneel down beside me. Alex is untying my h
As I look in the mirror I see myself, standing in my undergarments, I couldn't do anything but think about the models. How do they pose in a bikini? When I was a kid, I wanted to be a model because I used to think that I'm very pretty. I love myself way too much. I'm kind of obsessed with myself. Many of my classmates talk behind my back and say that I'm a fossil. Am I? I don't know. I'm not a native American, maybe that's why they think that. I have a skinny hourglass body, dark brown almond shaped eyes, full lips, slim face, brunette long wavy hair that reaches my hips, an average 5 '6 height and rosy complexion. Everything about my body and my looks makes me fall in love with myself. In Corsica, a couple lost their two baby boys and then a girl took birth at their home. They did every possible thing they could do to keep her alive and gave her name 'Belle' because she was beautiful—so much beautiful for them. And yeah that would obviously be me. I'm Belle Dubois and I'm just lik
As I rejected Ethan, I gasped and walked away from him, without giving a glance to him. I don't know if he likes me or not. I just know one thing, I like Aiden, my boyfriend and I'm not going to break up with him. With great difficulty I have found him. I do not have the courage to lose him again. As I enter the cafeteria, my eyes search for the blonde hair girl, my best friend, Emily. She's been my best friend from day one. I sigh in relief as my eyes catch a glimpse of her blonde hair in the crowd. I grin and I take a seat beside my best friend and my roommate, Emily. “I'm feeling under the weather.” She furrows her brows. “Why?” She asks as she takes a bite of burger and licks the corner of her mouth. “A guy proposed to me just a moment ago.” “What? Another guy likes you.” Emily murmurs in shock. I sigh, shutting my eyes close and nod. “Sometimes I wonder how many guys like you. By the way, what happened then?” She asks. “I rejected him.” I look into her eyes. Why
As I reached the library, I tried to take a book from the book shelf, but I couldn't reach my hands there. As I begin to jump to take that book, I feel someone wrapped hands around my waist from behind. I flinch from the abrupt touch and turn to see and the moment I see that person's face, my lips widen in a big grin. His dark brown eyes matched with mine. The black leather jacket he has worn over the white tee, is adorning his features. His hair neatly combed and polished back, leaving a stand of hair in front of his right eye. He winks at me. As tears well up in my eyes, I grasp his t-shirt and pull him for a hug. It's my boyfriend, my Aiden. “Missed me?” He asks. I nod as tears start shedding from my eyes over his t-shirt one by one, recalling the moments of morning when Ethan told me that he likes me and wants to date me. Aiden pulls me away from him and cups my face, furrowing his brows. “Hey! Mad girl. Did someone say something?” He wipes my tears with his thumbs. “No