Why the hell she isn’t picking up her phone? She’s acting so strange.
I’m done waiting now. I can’t just sit here.
I wore my jacket and got out of the house. It was raining. I don’t care about bringing an umbrella right now.
I start the car and reached Alicia’s house.
I rung the bell.
She opened the door.
“Hi.” She said as she folded her arms on her chest.
“Hi. Where’s she?” I asked.
“She’s not here.”
“Then where the hell she is?”
“I can’t tell you. She doesn’t want to see you.”
“But why?” I asked not believing what she’s saying.
She paused and looked at me like I’ve done a crime.
“Don’t you love her?”
“What are you saying? I Do love her. I love her more than I’ve ever loved anything.” Now I was starting to get confused.
“Then why did you cheat on her?” she asked raising her eyebrow.
“What? Cheat?”
“Yes. We all saw the photos of you kissing that girl.”
Me kissing? My mind instantly went to the incident back then.
“Just tell me where she is.”
She silently looked at me like she’s not sure what to say.
“Please.”
She sighed.
“Her parents home.”
I don’t think I’ve ever run that fast before.
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His Stolen Love
RomanceThe way he loved her was relentless and unconditionally but how can she forget his love so easily and be with someone else?
