?A Moment In Time?
?Young Hearts❤?
Sub-Title:She too has a plan
Written by:
Humble Lee?
Chapter 17[Blues House]
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#Hannah _Pov
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“I’m coming!” I almost miss my steps as I was climbing down the stairs to open the door.
What is Mark doing till this late hour? Its past 12 in the morning.
“Just hold on.”I quic-kly unlock the door and he fell on me as we both landed on the floor.
‘Oh my God! He’s drun!k.’
I roll him away from me.
“When did you start drinking Mark?” Because he has never done this before. I wonder who he’s hanging out with lately for him to do something like this. He smell awful.
“How dare you lock me outside!” Even in his drun!kstate, he’s harsh.
“In my own house?!”
I roll my eyes and stood up.
“I’ll make you h0t tea.”I said.
“You killed her.”I st©p on my track as he said that.
“We loved each other so much and was re-ady to spend eternity together until you showed up.”.
He’s not as drun!kas I though. He’s just ti-psy was hasn’t st©pped mourning Lillian, Florence has alre-ady moved on even though not completely.
“You took her away from me because you know I will never love you!”
Tears gathered in my eyes.
“I. Will. Never. Love you Hannah.”He shouts it and the tears roll down my cheeks. I couldn’t hold it back.
“You’re worst than the devil himself!” He’s sounding as if he’s about to cry. I turn to see him crying alre-ady.
“I think its coffee that you nee-d not tea.” I said and went into the kitchen to cry.
I know I was wrong to have married Mark.
I wouldn’t have agreed with my parents in the first place if I knew the love he has for Lillian will never fade away even in her death.
Was I wrong in been faithful?
I can’t continue hurting myself and depriving myself from happiness when it’s staring at me in the face.
I might love Mark so much but I deserve to be happy. I am going after my happiness.
I carried the coffee to the living room and he’s alre-ady fallen asleep on the floor. I went to our room and got a blanket to cover him.
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MirrahPov#
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I left home as early as possible just to execute my plans.
If he thinks he’s the only one with tricks then he’s wrong becsuse I’m going to take my revenge on him. I am never going to let him get away with what he has done to me.
He thinks I’m a weakling that can’t fight back? He might be the son of Mr. Malcolm but I am Mirrah, and I won’t let anyone bully me.
“Good morning Mirrah,you’re quite early.” Funny Bernard said after I walk in throu-gh the gate.
“Yes funny Bernard. I nee-d to finish some homework.”
Don’t even give me that look because I didnt lie. Getting back at unlucky j£rk is an unfinished homework for me.
“Good luck then.” He said and goes back to his seat.
Believe me Funny Bernard, I do not nee-d luck to deal with unlucky j£rk because with him, nothing is luck. He’s a bad luck and very very unlucky.
“Nice seeing you this early Ms. Blues.” A staff member said and I reply with a smile as she walk pas-s me.
I tried my best to avoid any other greetings because it makes me feel awkward. I rush to the clas-sroom and good enough,no one is inside except myself.
‘You won’t know what hit you, unlucky j£rk.”
I drop my backpack on the desk and unZi-p it then brou-ght out a glue and a piece of paper. I applied little glue on it and place it on unlucky j£rk’s seat and applied more glue.
He’s going to regret ever double-crossing me. I walk back to my seat as other students start trooping in.
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#JeremyPov
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I couldn’t sleep last night because I was thinking of what to do with pug-nose but of course there was nothing coming forth. It was as if my br@in has gone on vacation because its totally blank even right now.
Still trying to figure out what to do exactly around 2am this morning when Annie’s call csme throu-gh.
?I’ve missed you so much, J. I think of you every second.
She had said into the phone.
?Then let’s break up.
?What?!
She’s sounding shock. I’ve always wanted to do it anyway.
?Im breaking up with you. We’re throu-gh Annie, and plea-se don’t ever call me again.
I hung up the phone and sigh.
It felt like a heavy burden has been lifted off my shoulder.
That’s actually what contribute to me been in school this early. I find it wierd too. I just wanr an idea to pop in my head, I nee-d to let pug nose realize that I’m the boss around here and she can’t mess with me. I rule….
Wait, a second! I think I actually know how to get back at her.
I push my hair back a little and bit the bo-ttomof myl-ip.
All I nee-d to do is just to flir-t with her and she’ll fall. Every girl falls for my charm and with this, I can make her know who the boss of Hilton is.
Hahaha!
I smile and walk into my clas-s.
“J.” Annie ran to me as I and pugnose eyes met. Just wait and see what will happen to you Pugnose.
“J, are you really listening to me?”
I drift my attention to Annie who looks like someone who has been crying.
“J, plea-se tell me what you said earlier was a joke. Tell me, J, because I’m running out of my mind right now.
I look at her scornfully. I thought once you’re done with something you throw it into the trash can. Why then is she ma-king it difficult for her self?
It’s not like I’ve ever shown her any love.
” I have a clas-s, Annie, so plea-se, move. “I gently push her aside and went to sit on my seat then pugnose cough.
“Are you okay?”
I heard her friend Lori ask her and she reply by nodding a ‘yes’.
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.?A Moment In Time?
?Young Hearts❤?
Sub-Title: Turn. Around?
Written by:
Humble Lee?
Chapter 18[Hilton High ]
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#JeremyPov
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The moment its lunch break hour, I rush to her seat and gr-ab her by the arm as she jumps up with her friend.
“What is it this time?” She ask with a straight face.
“You’re about to find out.” I sm-irk at her and drag her out.
I’m going to ask her to be my girlfriend and I know that she won’t dare say no.
But, students are staring at me, or rather my bu-tt!
“What are you all staring at? Huh!” I yell but the staring won’t st©p and some are even giggling and it’s getting on my nerves.
“You should let me go right now.” She said frowning.
“Or what?” I ask her and she giggles too.
“Maybe you really wanna know why the students are laughing.” She said amist giggles.
What is she talking about?
I loos£n my grib on her and she slide her arm out of my hand.
“Hey guys! Come here!” She said calling the attention of the students. Is she trying to humiliate me? Because I remembered she did same when she wanted to humiliate her step sister and it wasn’t funny at all.
“It seems like the Almighty Jeremy doesn’t know why people are laughing. Should I tell him?” They all nod their heads.
“Turn around.”
“What?”
“I said. Turn. Around.”
I turn facing the other side. What did you do pugnose?
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#MirrahPOV
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“I said turn. Around.” I said and he did. I di-p my hand into the bag I was carrying and brou-ght out a scissors then squat down a little and because I can’t pu-ll it out, I had to cut round his trou-ser ex-posing his flowery bo-xer.
The whole student pres£nt bur-st into a thun-derous laughter!
“What have you done?!” He half yell covering his bu-tt with his hands.
On the piece of paper is written ‘unlucky j£rk’. I showed it to them and one after the other they start to leave.
“Maybe you shouldn’t have messed with me first. Others have their tricks you know and the battle line has been drawn.” I win-ked at him.
“You’re so dead!” He yell at me and ran out.
“Yes. I think I agree with him.” Lori said standing by my side. She just arrived.
“He started it.” I said not looking at her.
“But you shouldn’t have gone that far.”
I roll my eyes. Why is it wrong for me to retaliate whenever he strikes?
“Mr Jeff, demands to see you.”
“Why?” I ask facing her.
“Maybe because he wants to resto-re your real score back and apologize after been queried.” Lori said and I nod my head.
But, was I wrong to have humiliated unlucky j£rk? He actually did same during the formal.
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#MarkPov
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When I received a call from him, he was sounding broken and I had to rush to him when he said thsy he’s going to end it all ( kill himself). On getting to the house, I see him sitting on the ground with 4bottles and on getting closer, I discovered that he has emptied 3bottles and the forth one is half way to be empty.
“You’re going to kill yourself.” I said gathering the bottles away from him, I manage to help him sit on the couch.
“I’m not done drinking yet.” He cried.
“You can continue after I’m gone. What’s the problem?” I sit next to him.
“I’ve signed the divorce papers Mark, and it hurts so bad.” He said in tears.
I met John Poe few months ago and as we bec@m£ friends I learnt that his wife Agnes and son Lovi had left him because he wouldn’t st©p drinking and now, he’s telling me that they’re divorced. He look miserable.
“It’s going to be fine.”
Maybe that can help less£n the pain he’s feeling.
“You see my friend, I’ve just lost my own woman so don’t loose yours. Hannah, loves you very much.”
Yes of course, that’s what everyb©dy thinks but what about what I feel, I cannot f0rç£ myself to love her no matter what I do.
“You’ve had too much to drink. I’ll take you to your room.” I lift him up, let his hand rest round my n£¢k and we’re leaping up.
“She hasn’t leave you yet despite the fact that she knows you do not love her. Don’t wait till the day she get fed up.”
“You’re suppose to be drun!k.” I push him to the be-d and made him lie straight.
“She loves you so much.” He said before drifting to sleep.
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Christ!
I honestly love what Mirrah did to him???????
But, the battle line has been drawn oooooo.
Someb©dy should advice Mark ooo