Makaila's POVEverything was back to normal. School became a place I loved to go to eery single day. No more bullying, fighting and all sort of shit. Christian and I became the most popular couple and even though I hated the whole popularity stuff, I had to get used to it and Christian was really understanding.He never made me feel uncomfortable. Whenever we are at parties, does not leave me alone to hang out with his guys. He stays with me every single time. He makes me feel so special. He always have. I can't stop loving him because he made everything concerning me perfect.As for Bethany, she got an early admission into Juliad and had to leave school very early. I was happy for her. Though we were not all buddy, buddy, we were able to work it through.We are all almost done with senior year and everyone was preparing for prom. Rita and I decided that we would go to the mall to get our
Makaila's POVTen years later.I rubbed my big baby bump and smiled as I watched my little boy, Kayden run around playing fetch with Bruno, our dog. I gave the maids the final instructions as they set the big buffet table, getting ready for the barbeque get together they would be having in two hours. People were already beginning to show up. I looked at my watch and sighed. My husband, Christian's flight should have landed by now and Rita and Nigel would pick him up on their way. At least, they should have called.Christian was a star quarterback on the best football team in the nation. He was always away from home, representing his country in several world championships but he doesn't let it affect his time with his family. He was always at home whenever Kayden and I needs him most and He doesn't miss any family celebration.He also doesn't let the fame affect his relationshi
"Mummy please don't go." I cried, following her down the stairs. She paid me no heed, ignoring me like I was some pesky fly she couldn't wait to get rid off.She and Dad had another fight and suddenly she went to their room, packed all her cloths into the worn out suit case and began to drag it down stairs. Dad had gone out to get drunk, as usual."This is all your fault! Evil child! My misfortune began when I found out you were growing in my womb. I should have gotten rid of you since then but No! Your grandparents made me keep you. Now they are dead. I regret ever having you! I hate you!" She screamed at me as she made it to the door. I shivered as the words pierced through my heart like arrows.This wouldn't be the first time she would say those words to me. I have heard those words more times than I can count. She and Dad said them to me severally. I have never felt l
Makaila hurriedly wore her faded blue sweat shirt over a black jeans before picking up her roller skates and made her way down the stairs hurriedly. She had slept late because she had taken a night shift at the cafe where she worked after school hours. She only had thirty minutes to get to school before first period and roller skates wouldn't even get her there in thirty five. She would have to speed everything up today.Reaching the foot of the stairs, she saw her father passed out on their worn out couch with several bottles of liquor scattered around him. Shaking her head, she took the blanket on the sette and covered him with it. She rushed out of house, wore her roller skates and soon was on the road. Because it was really dangerous for her to skate on the road, she took the side walk.Sometimes, she wondered why she was so excited to go to school. It was better than home but also a hell
Makaila rushed out of class immediately the last bell went. She had only five minutes to get to the cafe where she worked per time. She quickly brought out her skates from her locker, slipped it on and started to roll.She made it to the cafe in ten minutes and quickly went in. The owner of the cafe is a woman with an indifferent character. Sometimes she burns cold and sometimes she burns hot. Makaila was really hoping that today was one of the days she would be cold. And thankfully it was. "I'm so sorry I'm late, Miss Sanchez." Makaila said. "Just get to your duty post. I do not have time to exchange words with you." Miss Sanchez dismissed. Makaila quickly took her apron and started getting the table ready for customers. She was a waiter so she took her note pad and slipped it into her apron pocket. Soon customers started to come in. Mak
Makaila got to school very late. Her face was swollen and red and she tried her best to cover all her scars by wearing a baggy hoodie. She rushed into class while they were almost ending third period. Immediately she entered the class, all eyes were on her. "You are late." Miss Tamika stated eyeing her with distaste. "I'm sorry, I really had a bad night." Makaila muttered. "Just get to your seat." Miss Tamika dismissed her and continued to teach. She found an empty space at the back and went to sit down. She saw Bethany and the other Cheerleader murmuring something and she was very sure it was about her. As soon as the bell went, signaling the end of the period, Makaila rushed out of the class to the rest room. Thankfully, no one was inside. She stood in front of the mirror and saw how bloated she looked. She still had
Makaila couldn't skate with the sprain on her ankle. She started walking all the way home from school, though it was pretty far. Using skates, it was like thirty five minutes but on foot, It was an hour and some minutes. Her legs were killing her and there were visible bruises all over her body.No one made a move to give her a ride, all their thoughts pointing to one direction. What if she dies in the car on the way to a hospital and the police charges them for murder? No one was willing to take that risk. At every step she took, pain filled her body. It felt like any minute, she would slump and pass out. She reached a road where cars weren't moving any more. Her vision became blurry and she began to stagger. She shook her head, trying to stay awake but her body was giving in to the weakness.She felt darknes
Makaila's POVI woke up with a very bad headache, still oblivious about my surrounding. My body still hurt but not as bad as before. Trying to remember what happened, I looked around and widened my eyes when I noticed that I wasn't in my room. I knew that because my room wasn't this big. I was on a king sized bed and it was incredibly soft, unlike my small brick like bed at home. I noticed my sprained ankle was in a bandage and a plaster on my fore head. I got down from the bed and opened the door, looking around for someone who would explain where I was and what I was doing here exactly. The house was big, that's for sure and everything looked so luxurious and well furnished. Maybe I had finally died and gone to Heaven. I chuckled at the thought I saw a stair case and began to descend it, minding my step. When I got to the foot o