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 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

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

Christian had told me when we were just friends, that he could never stick to just one person.  Christian was only inlove with me, but didn't leave the numerous women and girls in his life. He still carried on with his relationship with them. Something which had made me to feel really insecure, back in London. And on the contrary, I thought it was good things ended between us. Because I could no longer contain that feeling of not being the only one. I was quite relieved on that part. Whenever I saw him with a girl, I would have this thought of him having and affair with the girl. And it made me really uneasy. I loved him so much, but I didn't have peace of mind. Since I kept myself for him alone, but he couldn't do the same.  Although I had accepted that he couldn't be with only me, that there were other girls he treated just like me, but that couldn't stop me from loving him. Even though it hurt me greatly, that I would never be the only on

Few weeks later, I was released and I went back to my normal life. Although mom made sure she always checked up on me, in the middle of the night, to see if I was going to sneak out of the house to attend night parties. I wouldn't blame her, though. It was something a typical mother would do, in safety of her child.  Alcohol and sneaking out late at night was illegal for my age, and mom being a doctor ensured that I was always at home. She kept watchful eyes over me, whenever she wasn't on her night shifts.  She did this because she didn't want me sneaking out of the house at night. Not like I would even do it. Because what I went through, taught me a great lesson. Although I used to sneak out of the house, to drink alcohol. Because it made me to sometimes forget about my past failed relationships. Which reminded me of the ill stbistin luck I had, ahen it came to my love life. The one with Pete, and then Christian. I didn't e