VB: Under Construction

VB Part 2 Chapter 16 |

Previously on Violated Body;

I was going somewhere else.

I was leaving. I'm no longer probably ever going to see Drew. And I'm literally crying. Drew was everything to me, and now all he says is bye. It's like we weren't something big in the first place. We broke up, and now I'm leaving him forever. I just feel like this is a punishment. But I'm not sure. I can't keep crying anymore. I 've gotta suck it up.

Cause crying ain't gonna change shit.

And it's never gonna change the fact that Drew is a ghost to me now. I just feel like shit, because I've not even forgiven myself. I'm still afraid of what Joe might do. But I can't let that out. People won't understand now because I had already forgiven him. I feel good that the lies are washed away, but something tells me that he might do something else.

I don't know what is, but I'm just hoping I won't see that motherfucker ever again.

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Ace's POV

We were finally here. The new house we are now living is really nice. It's not as bad as I thought it would be. And Chicago? Chicago is wonderful. The people, the sights, it's amazing. It's so lively here, and I think I'm really gonna like this place. I'm just really already starting to miss Drew though. He was the best and the only person who knew me for me. Now I'm back to being single instantly, and living in a new place as well. The house walls were a tannish-orange color. It matched with all the paintings on the wall.

" Where did the paintings come from?" I asked.

" Oh, I just saw them at a fancy store and I liked how it would match with the colors of the wall so I bought them", says my dad.

" Oh, cool."

My father nodded. The paintings on the wall made the room light up, even though the actual 'painting' looked really weird.

I went to the next room leaving my suitcase by the front door. The kitchen looked great. Windows were oval shaped and the drawers and cabinets were all wooden. There was also a dishwasher and everything was just so beautiful. I checked the bathroom, the three bedrooms and the full closets that I'm using. This place was too great to imagine. I know some people would think that's pretty average, but I really like this place because I never had something like this before. I really love it.

I unpack my things and sit on the living room couch. I check my phone for any messages, but there is none. But Drew had made a post on Facebook that said;

" Life is free. Take that risk to let go of the things that have been putting you down." - feeling some type of way.

I kept on looking at that post. Was he talking about me? What the fuck am I thinking, no he's not. He said bye to me and didn't even think about calling me or just even rethinking about this break up. He's orobably happy where he is right now, so I'm fine with that. I dont care. I'll just continue to live my life regardless of whatever Drew does.

Hours go by and all of our stuff is unpacked. We didnt have much to unpack anyway, So I guess we're starting brand new again. I decide a few minutes later to go out for a brisk walk to get some clean fresh air. The neighborhood was mostly a suburban area, but there were some broken down houses as well. On one house I could see in the front yard two little girls and three little boys playing together while the mother was sitting on a chair on a porch. Her hair was wrapped up with a scarf, which I could tell means that her hair isn't done and her clothes are raggedy, making her look stressed out. I walked by a house with two girls that looked about my age who were talking about ' beating someone's ass if they don't stay away from their man'. I looked at them and those two were thick for 16-17 year olds. They had some tight jeans and a crop top with J's on. One of the girls had long honey brown hair which matched with her tan skin, while the other had a huge blond curly afro that complimented her brown skin. They stopped talking and stared at me. Of course me not looking as fly as them, wearing a regular white tank top with a flannel on that was black and white with ripped jeans and black converse with my black hair in a messy bun, they looked at me weirdly. But they changed their faces and called me over.