Confessions of a Mafia

Chapter Fifteen

Becca

Never have I ever had an attraction towards same sex.

Never have I ever kissed a girl.

And...

Never have I ever cried in front of my lover because of a fight.

Every time these typical statements are being prompted in the game of Never Have I Ever whenever we play this to pass time during parties, I would doubtlessly not be the one to drink the alcohol shots in my circle of friends.

However, that was before I met her.

My heart feels like it's being forcibly chopped into tiny pieces with repeated sharp blows as her words echo inside my brain. Never have I ever this broken and shed much tears because of an unfair treatment casted to my person. It sucks when the person you learned to dearly adore suddenly treats you like a nobody.

By now, I thought she already cares for me. I'm such a fool for thinking that Freen and I have built a meaningful relationship even in the short span of time that we are together. Nonetheless, I'm the one to be wholly blamed for my sorrow. I have deceitfully forced myself on her in achieving a horrible goal with which I have no longer the desire to fulfil. I do not want her to be the casualty of the dilemma I woefully found myself in. I guess that this tormenting pain serves me just right.

Have I known that my presence is not welcomed in this place anymore, I would have listened to Richie while we're about to head back to Armstrong Estate earlier. Yet, I insisted for him to take me here instead, hence I could wait for her to come home. All I wanted was to hide her in my warm embrace and kiss Freen, my woman, in a senseless fashion. And it absolutely breaks my heart to shreds that I could not do it now even though she's already right here with me.

The woman is so near, yet so far away at the same time.

Crying my eyes out until its water drums ran out of tears to shed before I gathered myself again. There's a high probability that my brother is still awake at this hour. Richie, for sure, wouldn't mind driving back all the way here to fetch me.

I finally lowered my palms to my sides as I calm down my nerves and willed myself to stop from sniffling, all the while coercing my eyes not to gaze at her which is very difficult given that this might be the last chance I'll get to be this close in proximity with her.

Nevertheless, I tried to overpower the longing of gazing at her gorgeous face by whisking my arm away from her grasp, turning my back, and walking towards my soon to be former bedroom.

I opened the cabinet the moment I entered the room with the intention of packing my clothes back to my luggage bags, only for it to be closed again by another hand. To my utter surprise, Freen followed me inside the room. When I looked at her, the latter seems furious.

"Where are you going?" Was her irate question which instantly puts a frown on my face.

"I'm leaving. This is what you wanted, right?" I answered with a strained voice, almost choking every word out of my mouth, but her angry reply has shocked me to the core.

"Who says that I wanted you to leave?"

"You don't want me to stay, and yet you don't want me to leave either?" I exclaimed, extremely exasperated and confused by her abruptness.

When she responded with just a glare, I turned to face the cabinet and opened it once more. However, it was closed yet again by the infuriating woman by slamming it hard using her palm.

"What do you exactly want me to do then?" I yelled as I looked at her, my vision is starting to become bleary. I thoughtlessly run my trembling fingers through my tousled hair whilst placing my other hand on my waist when she only stood in front of me with a solemn facial expression. Averting my eyes from her when I saw Bonbon entered the room from the corner of my eyes. He is directly looking at us with his tongue sticking out.