10 days before kidnap …*
Cassie’s POV
“Look, I’m telling you to trust me on this. Just delay it for a bit.” I whispered on the phone. God, I can’t believe Noel and Aiden were f**king upstairs again. It was unbelievable how often they did it. I always thought that singer had better taste, but I guess not.
“I can’t, Cassie. The cargo has to go on Friday. If I don’t have that b**ch until then, I’ll take you instead. You can’t cower under that pedophile’s wings forever.” I felt my heart skip a beat from Nick’s threat, yet I held my breath for a moment and released it quietly, calming down. No, I will not back down now.
“Everything will go as planned. You’ll have him in less than two weeks. Did you meet with the kid today?”
“I did, and we’ll meet again tomorrow. I promised him pictures and audio, and he was disappointed when I didn’t show them today. Time’s running out and I can’t do s**t until Aiden is removed from this whole situation. If he busts us, it’s game over. I need him out of the picture. I hope you’ll figure that out?”
“Sure, no problem. In fact, I’ve been working on it for a while now. Trust me, by the time the cargo ship arrives, you’ll be free to take your little toy and go on your merry way.”
“I better be.” Nick huffed on the phone and hanged up, leaving me speechless for a moment before I left my phone on the table and sighed. God, it was so hard to play the bad cop. Honestly, I had no intention to mess with Noel when he came, but seeing him so close to Aiden changed my mind. It’s his fault anyway.
I sighed and stood up, deciding to go and make myself some relaxing tea. I like the chamomile, so I made myself some nice tea with it. I didn’t use much sugar; in fact, I liked things with a more balanced taste. Not too sweet, not too salty. I had a thing for sour stuff, though. My whole life is sour, after all .. And I’m the ‘Sour Cherry Princess’.
I’ve served this house for four years now. I remember the time Aiden found me on the streets … I was raped by a client, bleeding on the cold, snowy ground. It was almost time for Christmas and I was already at my limit. Nothing mattered. I was so poor, I couldn’t even afford killing myself. I had hoped someone would violate and murder me on the streets, but instead, I became a prostitute – the lowest and most pathetic type. It was at that time when Aiden found me. His beautiful, shiny yellow Lamborghini stopped in front of me and he stepped outside, looking at me with kindness and warmth. I was probably ugly, smelly and disgusting, but he treated me like a queen; he took my hand and gently pulled me on my wobbly feet. I wasn’t sure what that stranger wanted from me, but I knew he wasn’t like the others. I remember the first words he spoke to me, and I was going to remember them for the rest of my life.
“May I invite you over for Christmas?” he asked me … And I’ve been living in his house ever since. He bought me clothes, he fed me, he helped me recover, he took me out on dates. Of course, there was this one day when he was absent, and I had to take care of myself. Since I was in love with him, and I still am, I’ve always dreamt of making love with him. It’s been my dream to feel him, to touch him, to be a woman with him …
But I couldn’t. Because that day, I got diagnosed with AIDS. I never told him, I couldn’t. I just pretended not to know and acted normal as always, living with the thought of not being able to be with the man I loved. Still, I was happy seeing his smile and filling his tummy with goodies every night – cooking, cleaning, washing his clothes, taking care of the house for him. Soothing him when anti-fans insulted him. Watching horror movies together.
I giggled slightly, drinking my tea, as I remembered how Aiden tried to persuade me NOT to watch horror movies, and almost died from fear when we did. He was holding my hands and trembling, trying to act like a man when he was actually almost crying from the terror.
Needless to say, we watched horror movies together a lot.
Everything was fine, until Noel came. After that, Aiden forgot about me. He became attached to Noel, he cared for him, he had s*x with him, he loved him more than anything. My meals were no longer the best thing in his life. My unrequited love was nothing compared to their mutual one. I know I might be a horrible person for saying this, but .. I don’t have much time left. I don’t know when will be the last time me and Aiden see each other, and with Noel around, that’s not even possible anymore. We don’t watch movies together. We don’t cook meals for each other. We don’t choose ourselves clothes, we don’t go out on dates. I know he never loved me, but ignoring what’s left of me because of another prostitute on the streets was something I couldn’t allow. I don’t mind Noel, in fact, I’m glad he can make Aiden happy .. But until I live, they will not be together, and I will do what I must and can to keep him by my side. I want my last breath to be taken from my dear Aiden … not in a hospital, whilst he’s out on a date with Noel. I …
I just don’t want to die alone.
“Smells good.” Someone commented and I quickly lifted my head, looking towards the source of sound. It was Noel, and I couldn’t help but cringe internally at the sight of his half-naked body. He was beautiful, don’t take me wrong, but I hated the fact Aiden liked it more than he would’ve probably liked my own.
“Yeah, chamomile is nice.” I nodded.
“It’s quite steamy.” Noel lifted his eyebrow in suspicion, looking at the hot liquid in the Winnie the Pooh porcelain cup in my hands.
“Yes, tea tends to do that. Are you going to take a bath?”
“Obviously.”
“With the phone in your hand?”
“I-.. why, what’s wrong with bathing with a phone? Not like I’ll be listening music o-or anything, I don’t do that. I just .. like how it feels in my palm.” He stuttered, looking away bitterly in embarrassment. I smiled and nodded, taking the phone from his hand.
“It’s fine, I’ll keep it. Just go, or are you waiting for Aiden?”
“No, he’s fallen asleep. The jerk was so tired from work that he started snoring right after I reached my orgasm. He’s absolutely shameless.” Noel sighed and shrugged, ruffling his sweaty, black hair before glancing at me again. We exchanged a few stares and he entered the bathroom, not saying anything.
I felt a weight being removed from my heart when he left and quickly navigated myself in his phone’s SMS folder, the blood rushing in my ears loudly.
After I was done typing a message, I quickly sent it and left the phone on the table as if it had burned my hand. I was literally that stressed from holding it for mere seconds, and when I took my Winnie the Pooh cup again, I felt relief make its way to my chest. I guess you could say that .. Operation Break-Up has begun, with the help of Noel himself. Phew, that saved me a lot of sneaking and hiding.
Seems like luck’s on my side.
*I think that's much better than saying '10 days earlier'. Less confusion xD
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AN: Once again, thank you SO MUCH for 1,000+ READS! JESUS CHRIST, GUYS XDDDD I-It's not really that good, but thank you so much <333
As for this chapter, I wanted to show that every person is bad for a reason, whether it'd out of desperation, a painful past, a hard life or .. hell, everything. And every person, when doing a mistake, thinks that he's doing the right thing, or the only thing that's possible in this situation. That's why life's hard - you never know if you're making a mistake or if you're choosing the right decision.
Would you forgive Cassie if you were Noel and you knew her story? Would you be understanding to her pain and desperate love, or maybe that's just an excuse to make people suffer? What do you think? ^^
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