Falling Apart - Astrid R (carter reed TXT) 📗

he would stay and comfort me but he’ll just leave and abandon me.

Stop being a drama queen, Iris. He’s not going to die, you know.

Shut up!

I swear I really need to see my doctor now to check my brain…

“Iris,” Kenneth whispered softly behind the door. I forgot that I haven’t responded him.

“Yea?” I quickly said, trying my hoarse voice to become normal.

“Are you okay?”

“Yea, I’m fine. Don’t worry. It’s okay you can go now, my brother needs you.” I said immediately and I heard him let a long sigh before his steps started to fade.

I get out of my bathroom door and lay down my back on my bed. Staring at the ceiling that seems like forever, I closed my heavy eyes. It is so nice to have a crush that lives with you in one roof. A person that understands you and stand for you whenever you need him, the guy that will protect you like a hero and the man that you can say he’s the one.

My life would be perfect if he would say that he loves me and he will protect me from anyone and stand for me until the last breath of my life. But I think in my world, that life would never going to happen. That life would be just a dream and it would never exist.

My thoughts started to fade and my body started to feel light like a feather. I felt like I am in heaven surrounded by the clouds. Trying to let myself awake but I guess, sleep overtake my tired body.

 

Kenneth POV

“Hey, where’s Christine? I’ve been looking around the place but I can’t see his soul.” Bradey said looking around the living room – which is now the dance floor.

Since Bradey brought us here in his main house where he grew and become mature, he always told us a story about his family. He told us that he has a sister and that shocked us all, well, except for Blaine. I know when Bradey declared that he has a sister Blaine would go and try to hit on her in bed. But I promise to Bradey that I will protect her sister though I haven’t seen her yet.

That’s when we arrive in his place. His parents were so good and I thought that being a rich and famous family they act like they never care for their children, like mine. My parents were always away from the business and they never send me or inform me that they already left – even through messages. But Mr and Mrs Iceley were different. Though they were always busy but they always inform their children where they went. Put notes in the fridge and call them when they already left and I have a big respect for this family.

Then I met Christine. Call me a cliché I don’t care because when I first saw her, I almost had a heart attack. Although, I hate seeing her wore small clothing that barely covers every part of her body. I admit that I was jealous when I saw Blaine, Albert and Delvin talked to her the past few days. I even thought that she like Blaine because she was blushing when I spotted them in the driveway talking. That’s when I tried to talk to her and then we become close to each other.

My heart shattered into million pieces when I saw her cried inside her room because of the bitches who recall the horrible things that happened between her ex. I tried my will power to not beat those bitches face and let them beg for forgiveness in front of Christine. I’d never thought that Christine love her ex so much that makes my heart ache when I think about it.

I wasn’t this emotional before. Heck, I don’t even like serious relationship because I know girls only want my money, my body and the thing is I only give a shit when the girl deserve it.

Last week, I confess to Bradey that I have feelings to his sister. I thought he would be mad and punch me in the face for betraying him but instead he just congratulate me and said he trusted me for not hurting his baby sister.

That was a relief.

“She was upstairs in here room.” I said/shouted to the loud blast of music around us.

Bradley looked at me with an unknown expression. I don’t want him to think something bad so I added quickly, “She was crying about something and I accompany her because she was really sad. I think you should talk to her tomorrow.”

Bradley sighed and rubbed his forehead, “Yea, my mum told me about her ex-boyfriend but she said I should talk to her to know the whole story.” He punches his fingers in his phone screen and excused himself.

I walked outside to the backyard where lots of girls almost naked giggling with guys. I looked towards them disgustedly. I should go back to Christine…

“Hey, handsome.” The girl with a blonde short hair walked towards me, playing with her hair that she thinks it looks cute on her. “I haven’t seen you here before, are you Bradley’s friend?” she put her hand on my chest but I quickly grab her wrist, “Oh… hard-to-get… You want to play? I love games.” She said but I just shrugged and walked away. I don’t time for her games.

I creep into Christine’s room and saw her sleeping peacefully on her queen size bed. A smiled plastered on my lips and I sat in her bed. I moved her chestnut brown hair away from covering her beautiful heart-shaped face.

Damn…If I could just own her and make her mine take her to my own house in America, I’d be the happiest man alive. I hope I could…

My thoughts quickly disappeared when Christine moved her back facing me while she holds my hand snuggling to it. I smile at her cute and innocent face; I lowered my head and kiss her lightly in the forehead. “Good night, Iris.”

I pulled back and pull the cover upper to her body. I started to stood up and leave but froze when a small and soft hand hold my wrist.

“Please stay,” Christine whispered. Her eyes were close and I know that half of her body were asleep. I smile widely and lay my back to her soft bed. I come closer to her small frame and hold her small waist with my arms protectively.

Christine nuzzled closely in my chest and mumbled goodnight and I felt like I was dreaming, smiling like an idiot until I fell into a deep sleep.

Chapter Thirteen

 

Christine’s POV

A cold wind blowing my hair and I shivered a little. I felt like my stomach tightens after I shiver but I ignored it. I keep my eyes close while moaning and yawning. I shifted my body to the other side but I cannot move. I tried it again but the result was still the same.

I open my eyes but soon regret it when the sunlight blinded and hurt my eyes. I groan and swing my right leg off my bed ready to sit up but there was something that was holding me in place.

I tried it again and as soon as my feet were on the floor, something or someone grab me from behind and lay me back down in my bed. Realisation hit me like a rock in the head.

I wasn’t alone in my room. I looked down at my shirt and my eyes widen in horror when I realised that I was only wearing a tight normal shirt and my underwear. My underwear.

I panic and I wiggle inside the arms that locked me in. The unknown stranger loosens his grip and I quickly dash off away from his touch like a flash and position myself for self-defence.

“Who are you? What are you doing in my room? How did you get in? What happen last night? Did we have sex? Oh, my god! Please tell me we didn’t! Jesus, we did! Oh my, oh my… my parents would kill me. What would my brother think of me? A slut? A whore? Oh, lord god! Please tell me this is just a nightmare. What would Kenneth think of me? No, no, no… This is a nightmare. Yes, absolutely a nightmare and I need to wake up. This nightmare must stop.” I babbled uncontrollably.

My forehead was seating, my hands were shaking and I’m pretty sure my face looked pale. I pinched my face a couple of times but then the stranger was still on my bed. Completely topless, he was only wearing his boxers and his back was facing me. I observed his messy hair and the wrinkled sheets and then I looked down at my wrinkled bed. Then I felt like everything stop. My breathing stop, my shaking hands had stop shaking, the sweats on my forehead increases and my eyes started to water.

The next thing happen is that I was shouting to the top of my lungs in agony. “No……………….!!! No, no, no… This can’t be. We – I – I… I’m still a virgin!!! This is… this is… this is…” I stuttered in panic.

Hot tears streaming down my face, I cupped my face with my hands and sob like I lost my puppy and my cat has died. I sank on the floor bawling my eyes out and shouting like I gone crazy. I’d be surprise if everyone was still asleep from my shouting. Then I remember that my room was sound proof. This thought makes me cry even more and shout my lungs out.

I heard shuffling beside me and the stranger wrap his arms behind me but I wiggle away from him whilst keep crying. I heard him sigh and stayed in his position and let me drown myself in sorrow. Minutes passed by and I heard my bedroom door slammed shut.

I tighten my eyes closed and held my breath before letting it out. Tears were still running down my cheeks. I feel disgusted to my body, I feel dirty, I feel like I don’t have dignity left in my soul anymore. I feel empty.

I stayed in the floor cussing myself for being stupid and being careless. Praying that nothing happened last night and hoping that I wouldn’t get pregnant. I know I was thinking too much but I don’t want to be surprised if my stomach would look like a ball after couple of months. If something happened last night, at least I’m aware and ready to deliver the living creature inside of me; he or she will be my baby after all.

I slowed down a little and stood up from the floor. I walked to my bathroom and take a shower. I violently rub and clean my flesh hoping that what I did last night would vanished by the help of the hot water.

I grab my towel and wipe the water off my skin before walking to my closet. I pulled out my black sleeveless dress that stops above my knees and my black converse shoes. I then put black eyeliner under my eyes and black liquid liner above my upper lashes. I brushed my perfect arched eye brow and brushed my hair after. I pulled