I can't quite figure out Trent's facial expression when I say that.
His face just goes blank, washed up with total disbelief and confusion. He then pulls a sorry look which doesn't suit him at all.
"Oh..."
I wish I didn't tell him. I regret telling him the truth. I should have kept my mouth quiet in the first place. What does 'oh' mean? I just told him the reason I'm crying and an 'oh' is all he can say?
"Sorry, my way of saying sorry sucks..."
I laugh as I brush away the tears. "it surely does."
"You're not working tonight..."
Yes! I need
Okay, just the mere thought of it makes me sick.My best friend masturbating to my sex tape? Gross!Bruna's mouth drops and she's speechless.So am I.Troy lets go of Jenna."I'm not done with you yet!" He threatens her. "I'll make you regret the day you were born."Jenna sneers at him. "What? Are you going to kill me?"Troy grimaces and sighs in disgust. He surely hates Jenna. He glances at Bruna and I then retires to his room, slamming the door.Jenna starts crying a
TRENT'S POVIt's been a week.A week of playing football, flirting with stupid models and missing Becca. I've tried to call her but she's off. I thought of calling Troy to ask him about her then I thought about it. Troy has feelings for Becca, though he has never admitted it. I'll just wait till I see Becca face to face...Damn it! I miss that girl. I miss the way she looks at me. The way she smiles at me. The way she talks to me. The way she kisses me back. The way she moves around my house, swaying her beautiful body.I'm not in love with Becca. I just have feelings for her. Feelings that I hope will fade with time.I've had those feelings since the first day I saw
TRENT'S POVI feel numb and stranded and useless because I don't know how to get to Becca. How to save her life.My phone rings.An unknown number."Well... well... well..."It's a very familiar voice but I can't quite figure out whose it is."Heard you're back in the country."The deep voice giggles."Did you get my little surprise?""I swear if you hurt her again-"
BACK TO BECCAFor the past few days, I have been in this fucking dark lonely filthy room.I've been stuck on this fucking chair with my hands tied at the back. My muscles are aching and I'm so fucking hungry. I've not eaten for days! A man in a mask just brings me water and that's it. All I do is drink water. No food has ever been offered and I'm starving.I've not changed my clothes and I can smell the stench of sweat all over my body. Whenever I feel like peeing, I'm taken to some filthy and stinky toilet with faded walls. The guy in the mask stands next to the door to make sure I don't escape.This is hell! This must be hell! There's a time I was beaten up to the point that I begged God to take my life. Being alive hurts s
The light is so bright that it's almost blinding my eyes.My feet are bare.I'm dressed in a white flare dress with the wet sand squishing against my toes. I look up and I see the beautiful blue sea, with waves crashing against the shore.The view is so beautiful.I sit on the sand, staring at the blue sea, wishing I could stay here forever.Then I see her.A beautiful woman with massive curls tumbling on her shoulders, wearing a white dress just like mine. She's so beautiful...And I know her.
He grins at me and pauses inserting the syringe."We meet again."A cold chill runs down my spine. I'm panic-stricken. My muscles instantly go rigid. I don't know what to do? Should I scream?"What did I ever do to you for you to hate me so much?"I'm trying to buy some time with a silly conversation to prevent him from injecting the syringe.Dean snickers."You seriously think this is about you?" he sneers at me. "This is not about you. This is about the love of my life...""Troy?"
"That's so stupid!"I can't believe he could sell all the paintings for ten million. Just ten million? They were worth so much more. Priceless if you ask me."What was I supposed to do?" He's angry. "Sit here and wait for those bastards to kill you? Becca! My asshole dad froze all my accounts. Tell me! What the fuck I was supposed to do!"I raise my voice too."Stop yelling at me!""Stop yelling at me too!"I'm tired of standing.And I'm tired of him yelling at me. I'm just from the hospital and this is my first day at Trent's place and we a
Panic seizes me.Trent is fighting the guy in the mask.I'm also fighting off the one holding me but he's too strong. Suddenly, the two men burst into a loud laugh.They take off their masks.Jesse Linkard and Marcus Ford.They are both laughing so hard. This is not funny. With what happened to me, I'm surprised that they find this funny.Trent scowls at both of them."Guys! This is not funny."Thank you, Trent."Come on..." Jess