Pieces (#WATTYS 2016)

I Want U Back, Please?

Keenia POV

I felt like I couldn't breathe. He loved me.

I love you.

I love you.

It was like a constant playback of what he said. The resturant went quiet under his confession, a pen dropped, everyone heard it.

"W-what do you want m-me to say, Trent?" I say, trying a bold voice but it came out as a squeak.

He chuckled like he did when we were on our first date, "Say you love me? That you miss me? That'll you'll take me back?" he said in a innocent tone.

"I-I don't know, Trent. You hurt me," I say in a wobbling voice.

"Please, Kea. I promise to make it up to you, please. I need you," he whimpered with a vunerable expression. With that, I messed up, I walked up and hugged him. His arms wrapping around my back.

I felt a nudge and I saw Ayrie, who had a angry and panicked expression, "Kea, we gotta go to the hotel before it closes." I sigh and nod, stepping out of Trent's arms, and walked to the door. Ayrie and Ma left and I gazed back at Trent, "I love you too," I said, loud enough for him to hear. He simply smiled and that was enough to sent me into my own hell, not that I knew that.

Until later.

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Ayra POV

That smirk of victory, will be forever imprinted in my head. After Kea let go and walking to us, I saw Trent's smirk of satisfactory as he looked at Kea, winningly. He saw her as a toy, then I will command her to break the stupid master. Because sometimes superiors need to be put in their place.

I noted after that smirk, he winked at a nearby waitress who was like five years older then him. Digusting! With a horrified expression, I walked out with Aunt M and waited for Kea to come out. Instead of annoyed and mad, she looked hopeful again, and super in love. 

Phase Two is faltering, because of Trent and his charming skills of wooing and womanizing. Gross!

"Kea, you know he still cheated on you, in front of you?" I state coldly, mad at him not her. She was too ignorant but its her hormones talking.

"Yeah, I know maybe he did it by accident," she said in a wondering tone. I swiveled around, "He did it to hurt you. He's a player."

Kea's eyebrows frowned, "Maybe, but not completely."

I growled lowly in frustration. I couldn't take no more Trent-that and Trent-this drama tonight. I was officially depressed.

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Mornings, I hated them. Despised them even. The time of day where yesterday's events come strolling in through memory lane and you remember every stinkin detail. 

Thoughts of Trent begging for Keenia, the still missing neckalace, and Grace's no show ghost were really starting to get to me.

I ran a fast hand through my hair. Well, firstly we need to check the house again before we leave tomorrow morning, I needed my neckalace back!

Two, I have to convince Kea that Trent is still bad, even though he's angelic on the outside, inside he's a sin.

Three, Grace's death has been over two weeks and still, no nothing from her. On the first nights I've seen some clues, the storm, the neckalace placed on the casket, and her presecense when I was I sleeping on the third day. Sleeping right after somebody's death, you could feel their presecense next to you, like example, Grace and I. It's science-ish.