Choices | e.b.c

Chapter 27

Erick's POV

"Yet you haven't tell me about it beforehand" she said, still leaning to the case of the door, her arms crossed in her chest.

I don't have time to argue with her now. I'm tired of handling things for this company. I mean, why the hell they decided to pull back their agreement? There is nothing wrong happened. The papers are already in tacked, the meeting is scheduled, the deal for the price and all are organized and clean.

"What?"

"I said how long? How long will you keep it from me" She finally have the courage to go walk towards me, leaving the door case. She is very well pissed at me right now because I keep on ignoring her questions by focusing my mind in cleaning my working area.

"Would you mind to fucking answer the fuck out of my question?!"

That is all it takes for me to pop out of my system. Blood rushes through my veins so wild.

"What the fuck do you want to know?! How we got their paper?! How come they picked us rather than yours?! Is that what you want to fucking know?!" I shouted in front of her, as she always caught off guard when I am popping out.

"YES. Tell me!"

My hands make way to smash all the things that I see. The files, the lamp, the bookshelf, literally all in here.

I saw her panic expression when I grab ahold of the figurine my mom gave me for Christmas. The figurine she loved when Mom gave it to me.

But it's too late.

Pieces of it, are now on the floor. Clearly shredded into pieces. Just like her heart.

She cannot comprehend a word or two to what just happened, instead, she just kneels toward the broken figurine. Her eyes crying silently, her mouth throwing sobs, and her hands trying to pick up and redo the pieces.

"You don't have a heart do you?" Her voice coming off like a whisper. Pure with hatred and sadness.

You don't have a heart do you?

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It's pathetic how I am here, at a bar. Where I met the girl I slept with the other night. The one with the hot red dress covering her body.

"You're here" I heard her voice. She is now smiling with her familiar red lipstick on her lips.

"3 shots of rum" ignoring her greetings. Fuck I don't want to do sin again like what happened the other night. It's fool of me to even get her with me home.

"3 shots for the handsome boy" she said, sliding the three glasses filled with the demon rum, "so what's the problem now?"

"None of your business" I coldly replied. Why the hell she wants to know about it?

"Ooh. I'm right. The wife it is"

She really is super nosy.

"What's the problem with your wife?" She continued.

"Why the hell do I need to answer your fucked up question?! You are no one to me! Just get the hell out of my sight!"

"Harsh. I like it" she said full of seduction in her voice while biting her lips.

I don't know what then again came up with my system but fuck it is, we are fucking on a family bathroom.

"Ooooh God. You feel sooo gooood" she kept on moaning it, her hands gripping the strands of my hair.

Another sin.

Jenna's POV

It's now broken. I saw him as he leaves the room, leaving all the mess, and my already broken heart.

Yes. It perfectly suits him what I said, he don't have a heart. How come he some up the courage to break  the figurine, when he know in himself that it holds more memories and love by his own mother?!

I think dejavú is what they are calling when a scenario or moment happened again, because this scene is very familiar to me. Me, walking down the busy street, my face hurt as before, tears spilling in my face again.

I don't even care what time is it. I am just happy that I am not close to my friends like we used to be before. That helps because no one will bother me at these kind of moments.

God, the wind is so cold right now. How fucked up am I to not even get a sweater or coat before leaving. All I remember is that the workers left in the building is asking me if I'm okay or is there something wrong. But obviously I didn't answer them. Straight ahead.

For what it seems like an endless walk, my knees started to shake. Can't help but to sit at the nearby bench.

This place have no other people walking, I wonder why. Maybe, it is the most unwanted spot on the city. Or maybe I just really reached far enough.

You don't have a heart.

Yes.

That's fucking true.

Maybe now he is sucking that girl's face again, her thighs wide open. I knew it.

"Jenna..."

A soft mellow voice say through what seems like whisper. I knew this voice. But I can't sum up who it is.

"Why does a very beautiful girl out here at the end of the city? The loneliest part of the city? Alone"

Slowly, I raised my head, looking the person from feet upward.

Joel.

I swear my heart leaped when I saw his face again. The face I used to love, even until now—but not necessary anymore. The man I used to love so much. And the one I hurt so much.

Closing my eyes, letting the tears rule. My defenses slowly crumbles down. The wicked wall I foolishly built, breaks.

With no words given, his body pressed with mine. Making sure to give me strength, for my whole body is out of function in the moment. With his hands caressing my back, sobbing filled the area.

You know the feeling that you are frustrated? So much. But all you know is that you can't do nothing. Not even a single thing. Because someone is controlling you.

I'm tired.