STOLEN

Chapter 43

*Author's Note*

Ladies and - probably more ladies. The wait is over.

You guys have begged and pleaded me to upload a chapter, and now it's finally here. Hold onto your hats, grab a cup of tea and get to business. This one will wipe you off your feet.

Sorry for the long wait!

Much love! Yours truly

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Chelsea's POV:

I couldn't get her words out of my head. Hell, I couldn't get her voice out of my head. Not even her silhouette had as much as thought to leave the surface if my retinals no matter how badly I tried to get it off. I wanted it all off, I wanted it gone. Every last memory of Lucia, the female devil herself, probably got her name from her father. Yea, Lucifer you know. Another round of acid reflux presented itself by the thought of her and by the thought of her words the acid reflux was no longer just that. I found myself with my deep in the toilet bowl, my stomach contracting to force out every last bit of intake that was left in me.

"Because, sweet sweet Chessnea, if he wanted 'little ole you' oh so bad, why did he fuck me in the bathroom hallway of a bar just a few weeks ago?"

Her words were on repeat in my head like a bad record on the radio that got promoted just right. You know that one song you can't stand, but the beat is catchy, so automatically it's an ear-hanger? Her words were like that for me, driving me more insane by the second.

Dwelling in the hallow aftermath of Lucia's visit, I decided that there was only one way for me to deal with what had happened. A way that many people dealt with problems they didn't know how to confront, and so for now I decided to be a part of that group. I opened the familiar cabinet that I had seen Jason dig out various liquids - liquids that had the power to erase. Not even getting off the floor, I leaned myself against the cabinet with the half empty bottle in my hand and screwed off the lid. Here goes nothing, bottoms up. And then the liquid began pouring down.

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Jason's POV:

The rolled up in the driveway as I shook my head, chuckling at the numb fucks that I called my friends and unmistakably - accomplices.

"Tyler cut the crap, you can't get laid without paying for it you dumbass." Andrew said as the car came to a stop. All afternoon Tyler and Andrew had been fighting about whether or not Tyler got laid last night, when he and Andrew went out, and Tyler suddenly disappeared.

"You're just mad because I got laid and you can't even talk to girls without a wingman, so your chances of getting laid went to shit when I took off," Tyler shot back, following Andrew's lead and getting out of the car, still discussing the subject like it was a matter of life and death. Myself I had been a little distracted, lost in the thought of a naked, alone Chelsea in my bed as I unfortunately had some errands to run early in the morning and decided not to wake her, which really turned out to be more of a bad choice, because her naked skin was the only thing I'd had on my mind all day.

"You want proof? I'll give you proof." Tyler spoke and dug his phone out of his pocket. I found the two hilarious, like preadolescents fighting about which one of them saw a nipple first. Juvenile, yet hilarious. "Alright you ready? I'm gonna show you."