She is mine

Chapter 2

There was an inkling of memory once again as she gazed at the perfectly straight and she gazed at the perfectly straight and white dazzling teeth that had seen thousands of dollars worth of dentistry. Those dark brows, that clear gaze that enhanced his youthful charm, yet also brought out a mature manly quality to the shape of his face. She was rendered speechless for a second and her mind wandered backwards in time, trying to place him with the image that was fast fading in her own mind as the years went by.

Clawing at a memory she had forbidden herself to recall for so long, she hesitated. She tried to stop herself before the old pain of a wounded heart resurfaced to bruise her, but she couldn't hold back the glimmers breaking in. She was piecing together uneven pieces of a puzzle and trying so hard to make them fit. Still almost a decade on looking for answers to the mystery of a boy she had never been able to truly forget.

How silly she was to think that it might be him, and even if it was, she would be stupid to place any emphasis on that night.?stupid to try and figure out if Andrew Robert was even him. The boy in her mind , eight years ago , was a fleeting fancy and nothing more than cruel heartbreaker. Who lifted her up and made her feel cherished for just one perfect night. Right before abandoning her and casting her aside like everyone else did, the very next day.

One night of companionship, warmth and kissing for the very first time was enough to have made her hope for something more in life , raising her spirit and giving her heart wings. They had talked all night, danced, connected on a level that made her feel alive and seen. She had been moved to believe in insta-love for the first time in her life and thought what she felt could be exactly that. A stupid young girl pulled in by an older boy with fake promises and too much charm.

They had been inseparable even long after the bells chimed midnight. They had walked the streets, hand in hand. Giggled and ate street food before he snuck her home and helped her into the window of the hotel she was staying at with her class that night. It encountered in another city, a masked ball , and yet he had placed a scar on her heart that bled still.?

Who knew he would then just forget her as quickly and leave her to weep her sorrows up at the bridge they arranged to reunite the next day at noon. He had promised to meet her there and yet never showed.

They had stayed masked, finding it exciting, mysterious, and promised to unveil one another when the bells chimed twelve again. He had all but proclaimed his love to her, and she had confessed how unhappy and empty her life was with her family, laid her secrets bare, and told him how she planned to escape her life. The first time she had ever unburdened her truths to someone she didn’t know. And yet, he hadn’t made her feel gross, or unwanted, but kissed away her pain and called her his destiny. He had sworn to be her knight in shining armor and to help her escape the step dragon and the cruel gatekeeper of her personal prison . He had given her hope and made her feel seen for the first time. Worth something to another human.

She had waited for four hours for him to never show face the next day, until rain soaked her through, and tears got muddled up with the water running down her face. He taught her a great lesson in believing anything a man would say to get what he wanted. Weeping in agony before she was forced to leave, abandoning that stupid white lace mask on the that damned walkway and never looking back to allow herself to relive that humiliation until this moment .

she could only be glad that she had never let intimacy happen between them and kissing was the only part he got to take With the heartache and pain fresh in her chest and mind’s eye, she blinked at his image one more time , evaluating those familiar misty green eyes and that smile…. Unsure if he could be the same person but yet, not convinced he wasn’t. There weren’t many United States men who had green eyes, and they didn’t look like he wore contacts on any of the pictures online.

They seemed real and natural, much like those of the boy that night who told his name was Andy.

It just added again to the heaviness of her body , and she shook herself to bring her senses back to the present. A bitterness rising up once more that she had held down for so many years, and the tears dried on her cheeks as her skin burned instead. Him Or not , he was a player and not worth her residual pain or a nothing night. Maybe Andy was a nickname, or maybe it was a coincidence and green eyes on handsome men were more common than she thought. Not that it mattered either way , she was now going to be tied to this man whether she agreed to it or not.

She knew she had no choice but to return home now, and if this was the same boy , then she wouldn’t fall for his games or his coldness for a second time. She had learned her lesson when he ripped out her soul way back then and as she flicked her phone one more time, she fixed her phone one more time, she fixated on the woman at his side . the same girl in every image, even when taken months apart and she clicked on one article from only a week ago with shocked wide-eyed disbelief, curious that a play boy would frequent a single date.

‘Andrew Robert and long-term girlfriend Oliva”

Amelia read it twice more before clicking on another, and another, her irritation rising as she was faced with the same result. No matter what the girl’s hair was like, her clothes, her makeup, it was definitely the same woman in all of them and was still apparently current. It seemed she had been by his side for many years, and this was no news to comment under the articles, praising them for being a los angeles dream couple.

Not only would Amelia be forced to wed this young master, but it looked like he would be forced to push his love life to the past to fulfill his end of this bargain. He clearly had a lover, and she looked like someone who wouldn’t let go easily. The name Oliva was a known name in that city, and Amelia asked why he wasn’t already married to her if he loved her deeply enough to date for at least four years.

Amelia choked on her own saliva, coughed violently; a new sensation slicing her heart that wasn’t quite like any pang she felt before and suddenly weird and angsty. Her eyes straying back to his hand in rhea’s and it almost suffocated her as she closed the webpage and tossed her cell aside. Refusing to acknowledge the rising hurt in her body.

She knew it was stupid to still harbor anything for five years ago, and the chances are it wasn’t even him at all. She had only seen him wearing a black mask over a third of his face, she didn’t know him at all. It was beyond stupid to feel jealousy, resentment or whatever this was.

And the only token of that night she still had was hidden deep in her box of keepsakes back home in pacoima . A stupid pressed rose he had worn in his lapel, wrapped in a colored ribbon which was imprinted with some sort of crest all over in a small repetition, she had never seen before

Despite how much he had hurt her that night, her silly sentimental self had saved that stupid flower in the pages of a heavy book, and then later laminated it into a usable bookmark so it would never fall apart. She had no idea why she did it. Other than to serve as a reminder to never trust any man, not even one with pretty eyes, a soft smile, warm hand that made you feel like everything was going to be okay. Wolf in sheep's clothing. That’s what he was, and wouldn’t forgive as long as she lived.

Amelia picked up her cell once more and opened her email app with the heaviest of moods . her eyes swimming once more because she knew what she had to do now was inevitable. She pulled up her tutor’s contact with slow motions. Her friend, her mentor, who had welcomed her so only and made her feel like she was finally home when she arrived and began typing in the message she did not want to write. Her soul dies a little every letter appearing on the screen.

She would have forfeit her scholarship as she had no idea how long before her father let her go again and she knew that without a doubt, once married she would have no freedom for fear she would bring shame to his name. she would have to let go of the little dorm room that had become her haven, and return to a city she always felt like she never belonged in. to a life she was never part of and put the ruse of a good daughter to a noble house.

She wouldn’t be welcomed home with open arms, and she didn’t expect it either, but at least she would be going back to where Lia was, and that was the only positive thing.

She missed her childhood best friend when she moved out here. It had broken her heart to say goodbye at the airport to the only real family she had ever known and knew that if anything could keep her going , help her through this , then it was lia. She was loyal and kind, and would never let her face any of this alone. She had held her up so many years and been her rock for as long she could remember.?

Daughter of a notable family. A budding rising jewelry designer in her own right and always the life and soul of the party. Lia would be the one thing that made going home not as devastating as it seemed. The diamond in her darkness!

She sighed as she finished typing her resignation email before sending it out into the web with a lost a desolate weight in her chest. She scrolled to her friends and started to compose the text that she knew would be the next step on re

turning home.