Unforgettable

Chapter 14

Celine Pov

My head throbbed the entire day, but the pain lessened with the food and ibuprofen. As I ate the pancakes, I saw an older man walk into the living room, and he was, in all honesty, really fucking attractive. His hair was just as pitch black as Noah's, with a bit of gray poking through, and his jawline mirrored his. He was tan and had a muscular physique with tattoos covering his entire left arm; His entire family look like models.

"Hello there, little lady," His dad had a kind demeanor, putting me at ease.

"Hi there, Mr. Choi," I shot him a smile.

"Oh, please call me Hyeon," There were tiny wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

"I'm Celine."

"I finally meet Theo's famous daughter," He chuckled.

"You know my dad?"

"Of course I do! That old fart plays chess with me on Sundays. Too bad he's on vacation."

"He talks about me?"

"Of course, he does. Sophia does, too," the word 'shock' couldn't nearly explain how I felt.

"My mom talks about me?"

"Yes, sweetie, why do you look so surprised?" He laughed again, not realizing that I was two seconds away from breaking down.

"What does she say?" I wondered if she was proud of me or still loved me.

"I've got to head to work. I hope to see you again," He made a quick getaway.

She probably talks shit about you. She'll never love you again. It's your fault anyways; why even dream that she cares about you? I could feel myself spiral as I pushed around the food on my plate.

"Hey," Noah's hand touched my back, "You okay?"

"Yeah, of course. Why wouldn't I be?" I forced a smile, trying to halt my thoughts.

"You looked really sad there. I was worried."

"No, it's okay. Let's go play, yeah?" I grabbed our plates and washed them off, forcing myself to stop overanalyzing.

"I can clean that," He tried to grab the dishes from my hands.

"No, you need to change and shower. You've been dealing with me all night; I got this."

"Er- Okay. I'll finish in 15 minutes," I walked to the kitchen.

I was washing a knife when I dipped back into my brain. An old memory began to play in my head.

"I told you to wash the fucking dishes, Celine!" My mom came home, slamming the door behind her.

"I got busy. I'm sorry," I felt myself tense as her anger rose.

"You're always busy, and you're always sorry! I wish I were so busy so that I wouldn't have to be so fucking sorry to birth such a lazy, ugly bitch!" She screamed at my face and left again, not to return until dawn.

I wasn't paying attention, and the knife slipped, cutting deep into my hand. It hurt, yes, and I gasped, but I stood there, watching the blood mix with the soap and flow down the drain. It felt calming in a weird, fucked up way. My hand still throbbed and shook me out of the trance.
"Fuck."

"Shit, you okay?" Noah came up behind me, grabbing my wounded hand and pulling me to a cupboard.

"Yeah. The knife slipped out of my hand. I'm sorry," I said flatly.

"Don't be sorry. I shouldn't have let you do anything hung over," He pulled out a first aid kit and dressed my cut, successfully stopping the bleeding.

"Minecraft?" I prodded.