I didn't got a proper sleep because of that. I sighed and look at the resignation letter that I made. I'm still scared and trembling. I don't know if I could face him not crying.In our company, if you want to resign, you need to go exactly at the boss, so he would agree and sign the papers. He is the boss so he holds the power. But how could I face him? Should I act that I didn't know that he is my stalker? How come? All I could remember that we only meet once, and then in the party. That's all.I wear a hoodie to cover my kiss marks. He left a lot. My eyes are swollen because of crying. When he left, I just cry my heart out. I didn't even bother to chased him because I know, I can't catch him.When I arrived at the company. There's just a few employees. Good, 'cause I can't face them. Hoping to see the boss, I immediately go to the elevator and punched the Top floor. I waited a minute and when the elevator stops, I breathed so hard. I hold the tears that forming into my eyes.You ca
I'm thankful that Bullet stop from beating Brandon. God, how could Brandon can laughed at this moment. He's red because of blood from his face. He's eyes we're swollen and turning into violet, but it's like he's not feeling anything."Are you okay, Brandon?" I came to him and helped him get up. We sat at the sofa. Bullet is just looking at us with his dark expression.I'm sweating bullets to, I'm afraid that he will attack Brandon again. It was like I was seeing the different Bullet awhile ago. He so scary."Why did you do that, Bullet? He didn't do anything to me. We're friends…" I explained.He's brow arch in a sarcastic way. There's this dangerous smirk plastered on his face. "He didn't? For you yes, but for me, he did a lot! Fucking Carson. I'll kill him!" He was about to come to Brandon again when I stopped him. Brandon just laughed.I hold Bullet's arms, restraining him to do more. "That's enough Bullet, you're being irrational. He's a friend, he helped me--""I'm the only one w
"I'M LONGING TO KISS YOU, BABY..."Just what is these shit all about? Why is he still doing these stuff? I thought that it will stop that night. But this morning, I just received another box that I know came my stalker.Pictures of me and Bullet. When we're coming out in the company, in Bullet's condo. How could he get in? As long as I want to tell it to Bullet. I can't... I'm afraid.I don't know what will happen next if I tell him. I just need to hide it, carefully. When he found out about these, I know he will leave me.I sat slowly at the bed. I think my energy just left me. I don't know what to do anymore with this stalker of mine. I can't talk to Brandon, Bullet don't let me.It's my day off. Sunday. And I just came from church. I attended the first mass. Bullet told me he wants to eat breakfast with here, so I should get up and prepare the food. I need to act like nothing is happening. Like there's nothing wrong.I prepare pancake, fried egg, hotdogs, tocino, coffee, mango juic
I removed my glass as I look my self in the mirror. I look like hell, so damn hell...Why can't I cry? I badly want to cry...I feel like I'm going to passed out because of my head, it's still spinning, I'm getting dizzy each passing second…Monica really hate me to the point that she hurts me so much. How can I face Bullet or Brandon or Emerald with my face? I think it will last weeks to get okay. Especially my cut because of the folder she threw to me.I pressed the cloth more to the wound. It's a little deep and long. The cold compress is on my lips, the bruises that I get from Monica is not a joke. I know, I can in win the court if I want to see her, but I don't want more damage. I want to keep it to my self. It's nothing serious, right?My curly hair is tied up, it's sticking to my wound and its hurt. I'm now here at my apartment, it take me home to get home. I didn't tell Bullet anything that happened, I eve hide, I don't want him to See Me like this, I need to get better first.
"So, how are you?"I gulped as I look up to Bullet. I know, I can't continue to avoid him, but my bruises. I just don't want him to worried.Monica's loud voice echoed in my head. They're getting married. I should be happy for him, even though Bullet didn't told me."I-I'm fine..." I looked away.I open the door wide for him to come inside. My bruises are all healed now, that's why I have a guts to faced him.He walked inside like he own it. The way he sat at the sofa, it shouts danger and power. The way he looked at me, it send shiver run down through my spine! I'm nervous, but why should I, right? He lied to me..."D-Do you want some drinks?" I acted like its just a normal day, but I know, it's not.He didn't say anything except that he motioned his forefinger. Signing me to come close to him. I slowly walk to him as I hid my hands at my back. I'm trembling!As I get close to him, he captured my waist and snaked his around it. My heart was beating so fast! I can't breath properly as
I blushed at what he just said. Compatible? Really?He's averting the topic. Why can't he just answer it?! It's just as easy as chicken question!"What is your relationship with Monica?" I asked directly.His smirk didn't fade. It widen into a grin. "Nothing.""Nothing? Enlighten me!" I snapped."Why do we need to talk about that bitch? I don't have any relationship with her!""Then why would she say that you two are getting married? Why? Just to toy me? And why would she tell to me that you two didn't broke up? You told me that there's no something about you and her! Right?""What I told is right! Why are we arguing about her? I don't want to talk about her! I'm not lying when I said that we don't have any fucking relationship! There's no thing that connecting us!""So you're not getting married?" I asked."Yes. Of course. Not with her. She's just a past time before." He said as he shrugged his shoulders.I looked into his eyes. "You're not lying this time, right? You're not going to
I blushed as I remembered the time when Bullet confessed to me. God, I can't really believe that he like me, he said that he want and desire me too! Like, look at me man, I'm not that good looking, so how could he?"Yeah, right." Brandon's voice pulled me out from my dreaming thought.I looked at him. "You're saying?" I asked.He tsked. He rolled his eyes too. "Why do we need to see each other if you'll just going ignore me?"I chuckled. "Sorry. I'm just too happy." I cleared my throat. "So, as you heard, Bullet and I are already in a relationship...""So? Should I be happy that you end up with a mother fucker? I told you many times that he's no good!""How could you say so? You don't know him personally right? Just business partner, perhaps?""Business partners don't know a thing about each other, baby. But friends do." He coldly said as he bite the chicken.My eyes widen. "You two are friends? Really? It's not obvious.""Because that's our friendship works. It's not always the goody
How long does my stalker would send me pictures?I just sighed as I looked at the pictures that I just received. I can't still tell it to Bullet, I'm afraid...Brandon gave me a one week day off, he said, Bullet and I need to know each other more. Just like that.I hide the boxes under my bed. For the past months, I collected it all and it's now too many! How can I manage to hide it for too long? Sooner or later Bullet would find out and I don't know what will be the outcome.I heard the knock on my door. I quickly hide it and look at my self in the mirror. Nothing change. Still me. The glasses. The curly hair. The grandma clothes."Hi!" I greeted him the moment I opened the door.He plastered a boyish grin. "Hi to you too, baby." he comes in.We sat at the couch. He snake his arms around me. I smiled."I want to tell you something!" I exclaimed.He looked at me with curious look. "Shoot."I smirk. "I just knew yesterday that you and Brandon, you two are best of friends!"His face cru