The Billionaire's Secrets

Chapter 17 More Action- A glimpse into Storm

Part 4

Storm's pov

Tonight was the most amazing night. I was so blessed to have such phenomenal friends. They went out of their way for me tonight. I never thought I'd be celebrating my birthday. My birthday has always been a sad day for me. Although I enjoyed the night, all I wanted to do was be alone. I wanted to cry and I couldn't. I never cried in front of anyone ever. Not even in front of Enrique. I willed myself to be strong and never let them see me cry. If I show that kind of emotion, they would think the ice queen has melted and take advantage of me again.

I couldn't be there any longer without me locking myself up in the bathroom and crying so I left. I told Landon I was feeling ill since it would be easier to get away with him than the clique. I told him to tell them thank you again for all their hard work and for putting together the celebration. My birthday reminded me of memories I wanted to forget so I wouldn't go into that depression again or let myself become weak and vulnerable, wiping away a tear that escaped as the memories came flooding back.

It started when I was 16 and he, Damon was 19. We were madly, irrevocably, irreversibly and crazy in love.

We spent every waking moment together. We had met when I was working and he had been watching me for some time until he got the courage to ask me out. And from that moment we became inseparable. He would wait with me for me to go home. During lunch, he would wait for me to drink or eat first then he would. I remember one day, I had gone on my break and went over to his workplace. He was still busy and exhausted so he asked my to get him something to drink whilst he finished up and would join me thereafter. After buying him the Tropika, I went to our meeting place and waited for him. When he got there I handed him the bottle and he opened but gave it to me first. I told him I was fine and that he should drink first seeing as he was so thirsty and tired and he said to me "drink first or else I'll throw it away".

If we were not texting, we were calling. Things at that time at home were unbearable. As the days went on things got worse. I would come home to a mother who would swear me and tell me how I was a burden to her or how she wished she listened to her family and aborted me. And in the morning when I'd be going to work, the same story would continue and I'd be sitting in a taxi full of people with tears brimming in my eyes, trying my hardest to compose myself and not cry.

When I'd get to work, the moment I saw him, everything would be alright. He would make me smile and take away my troubles even if it was just for the time I was with him until I returned home. When he worked night shift, I would stay up all night with him and he would stay up with me in the morning until it was time for my shift. Things had become so unbearable at home to the point that I was contemplating suicide. When he learned of it, he told me he'd hate me if I ever hurt myself. He loved me for me; not what I wore or how much make up I had on. In fact, he would wipe off my makeup telling me how I didn't need it cos I was beautiful just the way I was. I know that thinking of suicide wasn't the best idea but at that point in time all I kept thinking was I was sick and tired of everything. But he had given me light and hope and it was that light and hope that had me holding on and hoping for a better future.

Our relationship was based on honesty, openness and trust. I could go through his phone freely; his messages, photos, calls-anything-although I didn't find the need to. He would sometimes ask me to answer his calls, or read out to him his messages or respond to to them. I would be his profile picture and he would be mine. Whenever he'd slip out at work, his friends would cover for him and he would make up the most random excuses. ha ha. Reminds of this one time when he told his boss he was in the toilet taking a shit and that he had diarrhea so he didn't know how long he'd be. It was so funny. I had to cover my mouth to prevent myself from laughing out loud or else our cover would've been blown.

Then one day, my mother found out about us. My nosy cousin had been snooping on my phone and found out that Damon and I were together. Of course she couldn't keep it to herself and went and tattled to my mother. However, at that point my mother wasn't reacting as bad. Instead she went over the edge when she had seen a necklace I was wearing that he'd given to me. She wanted to call his parents and arrange for us to be engaged then married so if anything happened to me such as falling pregnant, he and his family should be the ones to take responsibility. The fighting and problems became so intense that we had to end things. I was so heart broken. It was like someone snatched all the light in my life. I would lock myself up in the bathroom and muffle my cries, which sometimes my friends would walk in on; me crying in the corner of the bathroom, curled in a ball with my arms wrapped around my legs tightly. Or sometimes they'd have to wake me up at night because I'd be crying in my sleep or having nightmares.  And my nights were spent crying myself to sleep or trying to fall asleep.

I started suffering with insomnia. At night I would be awake and everything would play like a broken record in my head. And when morning came, my eyes would be red and burning from all the crying. I would pray and wish that he would come back to me in every way possible. He was the last shred of light in my life and when he left, everything became dark. Even my birthday, because all I had wanted for my birthday was he but I never got him back. I begged him to change his mind and give us a chance again. To try and talk to my mother or to just fight for what we had. I knew he was suffering as much as I because we were souls that were in sync. We knew how the other was feeling before anyone could even say anything. But he never did. I used to write letters to him that I never sent but which I kept boxed to help me get out of the depression that had taken over me.

But that's not the worst. It was when I thought that I was finally healing even though there were still times I would cry in my sleep or in the bathroom but the sleeping kind of got better. At least I would get some sort of sleep compared to how I used to get none at first. After some time, he eventually came back into my life but not the way I had hoped.

That day, I thought God had answered my prayers but I was wrong. He met me and kissed me and told me afterwards it was nothing. Then he continued to use me as his plaything because he knew I loved him. He would invite me and delete me off social media. But the last straw was when he treated me like his prostitute. Asking me to show him my body and yet he only chatted to me because he was 'bored'. That hurt me more than anything else. After that, I swore to myself never again. I hated love after that. I didn't date for 3 years since him and I never did date. I just had one night stands. I became cold and refused to have anything to do with him or guys in general. I turned my emotions off. No one knew this but Michael. I closed myself off from opening up my heart to anyone romantically and I was not about to change that. Not for anyone.Especially not after hearing the news...not after I found out...