The Veracity About Hope

Chapter One

Hello! So this is first time I ever wrote a story. This chapter is short, sorry. But I promise to make it longer in the next chapters. Hope you would like it! Enjoy!!! Dedicated this story to Chesca, she is wonderful <3

Chapter One

"Please. Just stop." Tears threatening to spill on my eyes, feeling thousands of daggers go through my heart.

"You have to understand, Cecy." He pleaded with those wonderful green eyes that always made me melt. "I was wrong. I thought that was what I felt but then you," he paused looking up. "you became--"

"Stop! Stop lying." I said, finally letting the tears fall as I messed up my brown hair out of frustration.

"This has happened to me for god knows how many times. You knew that, Oliver. You knew......." I loss my strength and broke down completely on the floor. I covered my face from the humiliation of showing my weak side. I felt a hand on my shoulder but he didn't speak for what seemed like an eternity.

"I should've known," I said, breaking the silence. "Good 'ol me. I was just never the one." I said with fake enthusiasm as I stared at my black vans.

"What are you saying, Cecille Freeman?" I flinched when my full name slipped out of his mouth, sounding beautiful to my ears.

"I should go," I said, standing up and wiping the stupid tears off of my face. "Thank you, Oliver." I said as I looked at his face, memorizing each detail before I walk out of his life completely.

He just stared at me, wanting to say something but he couldn't. At last he spoke, "Why are you thanking me?" Confusion evident in his voice.

"For everything, Ollie." I smiled. I looked at him one last time before I headed to the front door of his house.

I didn't say goodbye because I couldn't do it. If I did say so, I would've broken down all over again and I didn't want him to see how broken I am. I loved him too much to be so guilty on wasting his time on a girl like me.

I felt the cold air of December slap my face as I stepped out of his house, I took a deep breath and walked away. Walked away from Oliver Adams.

"That is one heck of a view!" My bestfriend whistled as I showed her the view outside of my room. "I wish I was there with you. It would have been a blast!" She faked a cry as I settled my Mac laptop on my legs. "Imagine, you and me there in London with those sexy Brits in college." I laughed out loud as she wiggled her eyebrows.

"How could I leave you and your wonderful imaginations, G?" I said with laughter and a hint of seriousness in my voice.

Her smile faltered, "You had to, babe." She said with a genuine smile. I nodded, understanding her. I looked at the screen of my computer seeing my best friend since God knows when. "I love and miss you, G." Swallowing the lump in my throat.

She grinned widely, "Of course you do, loser. I'm irresistable."

"Way to ruin the moment." I said with an annoyed tone.

She ignored my comment. "And besides it has just been four days since you left me here. Alone. Scared," she said with a dramatic tone. "I will blame you if I get raped, Cecille Freeman!"

"Why would that even happen, Genevieve Morgan?" I mocked her tone. "You'll be fine alone! You have 3 brothers to protect you and as for the friends," I looked at her blue eyes. "Genevieve you have like tons of friends there. You being friendly has the perks." I gave her a smile as she smiled back.

"Have you called your family yet?" She asked with a sad smile.

"Yup. Called them right away when I landed. You know how crazy mum is when it comes to being separated from her daughters," I laughed remembering how mum threw a tantrum when I once didn't call her back when I slept over at Genevieve's house. "Especially now I'm miles away from America." I continued.

"And your sister?" She asked with a careful expression. I frowned but I quickly covered it.

"Haven't talked to her since I announced I was going to college here in London." I gave myself a high five mentally for talking without my voice breaking. I hear muffled screams of Genevieve's name then I hear her swear.

"I have to go, babe." She said quickly. "If I don't go down there now, my mum might skin me alive," She said with a nervous laugh. "Talk to you later, love." She said making kissing sounds.

"Bye! Good luck with your mom." I laughed as she gave me the finger and ended the call.

I shut my laptop and looked around my new flat. I still have to add some furniture but everything that I needed was here.

Despite the bad events that occurred at home, I honestly felt homesick.

I miss the smell of freshly baked cookies of my home, I miss the amusing bickering of my parents, I miss my eldest sister's cute and chubby daughters, and although she did something terrible, I miss me and Isabelle's bond.

But most of all, as hard as it is to admit it, I miss Ollie and his warm embraces.

What do you guys think? *hides* please comment! Hope you guys would stick around to know more about Cecille's story! Update soon. peace out xxoo