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“I will just check outside again,” I say and step out of her room.
The rich tone of Chris’s laughter blesses my ears. He's back.
I suddenly feel giddy at the thought of seeing my crush again after so long. I wasn't aware that he was back from his business trip.
The fact that he's around and I will get to see him again helps lift my sad mood.
“The poor little thing,” a soft feminine voice says, giggling.
Does he have a visitor?
I need to go downstairs and see if I forgot my diary there, and at the same time, I want to see him again.
He would not be pleased to see me. After all, he had warned me to stay out of his way so he could pretend I didn't exist.
It still hurts when I think about it.
With a deep breath and a perfect excuse at hand, I rush downstairs. The sound of mocking laughter welcomes me.
I freeze on the last step when I find Chris flipping through…my diary? How? When?
A lady is sitting on his lap reading it with him, giggling every second of it. There's absolutely nothing funny in my diary, and the fact that they have both invaded my privacy pushes me to make my presence known.
Chris’s eyes land on me, and he smirked. He keeps his eyes on me as his fingers flip through my diary.
I don't know what gives me the courage to jump over him and try to snatch the diary away from him. If anyone should read the diary, it shouldn't be him. Oh no.
The lady on his lap moves away to sit on the sofa. She looks at me as if I'm crazy, but I don't care. Chris stands, keeping the book above his head away from me.
“Give me back my diary,” I demand trying to reach for it, but I can't. He's a whole foot taller than me at six feet high.
“You shouldn't be reading someone's diary,” I argue.
He quirks an eyebrow up as if he finds me amusing. He opens the diary again and starts reading. “How can I tell him I love him? He barely looks my way, but in my dreams he's so friendly and protects me. If only my dreams can become a reality. Then Chris White won't just be my best friend's brother but mine too,” he quotes to me.
I freeze on hearing the words I had written deep in my diary meant for no one to see. But it seems I have run out luck because the last person I ever wanted to read it is Chris.
He starts laughing in a derisive manner. I can feel the hurtful words coming just by the tone of his laughter. I can't help but keep my eyes on the floor, so he won't see my teary eyes and further make fun of me.
“I'm yours?” he says with such force as if he can't believe it himself. It causes me to flinch. “I didn't know a poor little thing like you had feelings. It wasn't enough that you have Nala wrapped around your fingers—you want to add me, too. Too bad I'm not as trusting as Nala.”
My heart sinks little by little, and I rein in my emotions, biting down on my lips. He must not see me cry. He will just have something else to mock me over.
He bends to my level and tilts my chin up to face him. Having no other choice, my eyes meet his distant ones.
It's like the life in his eyes is no longer there. Empty.
I have never been this close to him before, and it doesn't help the state of my heart, which is now beating erratically against my chest. His breath smells kind of bad, like he has been consuming alcohol. I try to turn my face away to no avail. His grip is strong on my chin but not strong enough to hurt.
“Look here, little miss. You are not welcome here. You don't deserve to be in this house. You are just a doll my sister has to play with for the meantime before she discards you,” he spits at me.
Unbidden tears fall from my eyes down to my cheeks against my will. His eyes follow each drop until they fall on his wrist. He might just blame me for that, too.
“You are nothing. Not even an afterthought. It's better for you to know your place before you discover the type of monster I can be.” He suddenly releases me, and I stumble back a little.
He drops my diary on the floor, and I immediately bend to pick it up. I wipe my eyes with the back of my hand and run away through the back door as fast as my legs can carry me. It all feels too much. Too much to take and handle.
I stumble on a rock and tumble on the grass. I bite back a cry and look at my bruising knee, which doesn't hurt as much as my heart does. I hadn't even noticed that I was heading to the garden.
