Motion Sickness (Cristiano Ronaldo)

Prologue

 How does it feel to be alone?

(I see inside your eyes)

You wanna be here with me and my own

(See inside your eyes)

It's cause a lie, the truth, that's fine, we never know

The truth is what I'm after

And I know the sign I'm searching for won't show

And I sing about what I dream about

And my dream's loving you tonight

And I have no doubt the words that I shout

And scream so loudly late at night.

"Adeline! You just can't keep going back and forth between us two!" He screamed at my face. The tears ran down my cheeks, as I stared into his angry eyes. Never in my life had I seen a man so angry at me. So upset with the actions that I chose to do. I bit my lip, to supress a sob coming out. He was right. I couldn't keep doing that. It was not right.

What made me think, that toying with two men's feelings were right at all? What gave me the right to lead the two on?

Nothing.

"Joseph I'-" I tried to apologize to him. Reach out to him, and tell him how sorry I was to put him through this pain. I hadn't known his feelings ran that deep for me. Enough to go up to Cristiano himself, and start a pchysical fight. Enough to show me a grown man can cry. Enough to prove his real love for me. Something I had failed to return.

"Save it. Please." He held up his hand to stop me. The tears just kept falling down. I couldn't stop them, they just kept going. For the slightest moment I saw a flash of pity strike through his eyes. He was about to reach over and pull me into a comforting hug, till he remembered what I had done to him. He placed his arms back firmly to his sides, and left them there. We just stared at each other for a while. "And to be pregnant at the same time?" He had a tone of disgust in his voice as each word dripped out. Especially when he emphasized the word 'pregnant.' I clutched my stomach, where my unborn child was in. (Location wise.)

"Joseph I never meant to hurt you!" I protested.

"Then what did you mean, huh?!" He screamed in my face once more. "Did you want me to feel some form of happiness whenever you snuck out with him?!"

"We never di-"

"Did you want me to feel grateful that you chose me on some days?!"

It was like I was being lectured. Like I was in trouble. Though, I was in trouble. But it was like I was thirteen again when I got in trouble with my parents. They would never let me get a word in our disputes. But Joseph did have every right to be upset with me. To yell at me, like he was doing now. I hurt him bad.

I cheated on him.

With a guy who broke my heart.

What was it that made me keep going back to Cristiano? The one who had been having all the sex with any girl who he chose to be with after I left him. The one who'd betrayed me, when he swore to me he wouldn't. The one who broke my heart, when I thought he wouldn't. What made me so damn attracted to him? Was it his devilish good looks? The way he kissed me? It was so different from how Joseph would kiss...