Cerelia's POV:

I felt betrayed, but not surprised. Sooner or later everyone leaves me. He made me feel safe and loved. I promised myself that I'll keep the door to my heart shut, yet I opened it for him and got hurt. Maybe we aren't for each other. The moments that I shared with him made me realize that life isn't so dark. Hope, it was the hope that one day I'll be able to call myself his girlfriend, but I just made a fool out of me. Thinking that he was worth my time and trust, thinking that he had genuine intentions, and thinking that he liked me. Those were the worst mistake*'s I've ever made. I miss the cold-hearted, emotionless me who wouldn't shred one single tear over a guy.

Deep down I was hurt, but I have to lock away that feeling. I can't drown in my emotions. Why did he go, I need to know. He had it all and didn't want me to fall, but I did. I just couldn't hide it. And where did he go when I needed him the most. I had him on my mind all day, just trying to find my safe space. It was short, but it taught me a lot of new things. Especially that love is kind but full of lies. If someone would've told me that I would fall for him, I wouldn't believe them. However, it's probably just not meant to be.

I can't stay in my car forever, one day I'll have to face the real world outside. I didn't have anywhere to go, because I was new in Los Angeles. After all, I really don't want to go back to the room we're sharing. Yeah, I could stay in a motel or something.

What if it's a bad idea to run away from my problems? Or is it a better idea to just confront him. The problem was, that I didn't know if I had the strength to. Leaving isn't an option, we're connected through the mafia we are leading. Well, no I'm just going to disappear for a few days. To clean my head and go back to my old self. My phone vibrated the whole time, it was him. I took it out of my pocket, turned on silent mode, and opened the navigation app. Letting out a sigh, I typed in the nearest motel.

It was the "Barry Costco motel". When I looked up the price it was pretty cheap. As I was arriving, the walls outside were painted in a bright yellow color. The sign that showed the name was being held by a half-broken chain. I'm not going to lie, it looked creepy. I think it was supposed to be country-themed. A middle-aged man, wearing a polyester long sleeve shirt and over it, a leather cardigan, was standing at the entrance. Honestly, he had a weird fashion sense. He had a bright smile on his face, that lit up the whole room. Then he handed me the key to my room, telling me that my room number is 27 on the first floor.

The suitcases were heavy, but he didn't offer to help me, probably because he wasn't in the best shape. Luckily my door was just a few steps away. The doorknob was old and barely working. I put the key in and twisted it open. It made a loud creak. Oh, God, the room was small and old. It looked like the curtains weren't washed since the eighteenth century. A small TV was standing on a cupboard. I didn't expect it to work, it was a nice surprise. Only two channels were watchable, so I turned it off. Luckily I took a few books from the mansion. Escaping reality in books is my favorite kind of therapy.

Blake's POV:

I was watching her drive away. My intention was something completely else. She's trying to hide it, but I knew that she was hurt. Deep down there I hoped that she'd turn around and let me explain it to her. But she didn't. She left me alone. And this happens to everyone I let in, I hurt them and they leave.

I tried to call her many times, but she didn't pick up.

"Fuck!" I yelled, not caring if someone would hear me. If something happens to her it would be all my fault.

Hey, it's Cerelia, if you are hearing this, I'm currently not available, but I'll call you back as soon as I can! Leave a message after the beep.

"Hey Cel, please call me back, you can't leave. I need you to let me explain it to you. I know that it looked like I was flirting with her, but I didn't. You should already know that I would never fucking talk to another woman when I have you! This woman isn't even interested in me. She is working at a fashion agency. I wanted to gift you a dress for the upcoming gala.." I left a few messages and voicemails, too.

I went home hoping that she would be there, but she wasn't. I don't know why I even thought that she'd be there. The gala is in three days. I wanted to ask her to go with me and buy the dress that I wanted to give her. Hopefully she'll come back by then. I took a bottle of whiskey and filled it into a glass. Sip for a sip and at one point the whole bottle was empty. I promised myself that I won't touch alcohol ever again. When I was younger I drunk a lot to feel cool and did a lot of bad things. It made me sick so I stopped with it. Till today. Today I had to break my pledge. I wanted to drink my sorrow away. When the clock said midnight I was already passed outdrank. That's everything I remember.

The next morning I woke up with a bad headache. My head felt like it was going to explode. I reached to the other side of the bed, forgetting that she wasn't laying there. Two days till the big gala. My biggest fear was that she would show up, but not with me. Since the day I met her I could see that she was a dickhead and that she was ready to do anything to hurt a person that hurt her.

Cerelia's POV:

I woke up and lifted my phone to check what time it was. It was 9 am. But that wasn't the only thing that I saw. I saw 49 missed calls and 3 voice messages from Blake, too. I deleted them all so I don't fall into temptation and open them.

The diary was under my pillow. I took it and started writing.

The gala is in two days and I think if this didn't happen I would've gone with Blake. Now I'm sure that I won't. However, if I don't show up I will show him that I'm weak and make him think that he won. I can't let that happen. It's simple, I wasn't raised to let other people win. And I already have a plan for what I will do. There is this one sentence that is stuck in my head for a long time now. Eventually, I'll use it. Everyone says if he cheats on you fuck his best friend. But that's probably the worst thing you could do. They'll laugh about it together.

Instead, fuck his worst enemy.

Thank you for reading this chapter! I hope you enjoyed it. <333 lots of love!