Unforgettable

Chapter 9

A/N Hi fellow people who read my cheesy book! Today it snowed in TEXAS, yes you people know what state I live in but what city 😱. It still shall remain a mystery. I'm updating because SidonYosief50 won't stop bugging me about it!!! Not the point enjoy the story my darlings. 😉

She smiles, her eyes are vibrant and full of energy. "I'll make some breakfast while you go to your room and play." I give her a weak smile hoping she won't notice my pain. She smiles and nods, I don't want her to see me at a stage like this but it'll all be over soon...I hope. I hear her steps from a distance till I couldn't hear her steps anymore. I sluggishly slumped out of bed to the kitchen, my vision was a blur. All I could see were memories of......HIM! It's so hard to let someone go that you have dedicated your time and emotion to give that to someone else.

I heard my phone ring as thoughts flew in my mind and also tears began to blur up my vision. I simply wipe away my tears to clear my vision. I walk to the phone groaning at who can be calling me at the stage I'm at. I read the name......Marcus, reading the name made me snap I couldn't hold it in any longer I let it all out my sobs and screams were the only sounds I'm the house. My sister came bolting from the other side of the house wondering whose causing all the ruckus in the house. She found me and in a horrible stage that no one wants to see. She simple stares at me in shock and disbelief she never knew that a simple smile can hide a million tears. "Don't look at me." I cry out between sobs covering my face with my hands. I fell to my knees and rocked myself with my arms and legs. I looked pathetic, in front of my little sister as well I'm suppose to be the role model but she realizes what I really am. I felt little warm arms hug me from behind my back.

I look over my shoulder everything looked like a painter blobbed his painting. It is all a blur so this is what it's like for people with glasses. I just cried I didn't care if she was here I was at the point where no little sibling have to ever go through, depression. I got up and wiped away all of the tears I shed. "Do you want to go to nana's?" She grinned from ear to ear and her eyes twinkled in delight as I called the person that she loved very dear. "Yea, yea let's go to nana's!" She punched the air and danced I gave a weak smile. I dreadfully hunched over to grab my purse and that's where I stopped. My eyes widened as I stared blankly at that dark purple vase, the rose that Marcus gave me.

My eyes started to water and my vision blurred and I couldn't help but scream.

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I had just drop off Maggie at nana's and now I'm home with my depression and my mind flooding with memories. I scream and curse and punch the wall multiple times. My knuckles began to bleed, I sank in to my knees and hit my head against the wall. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" I yell between each time I hit the wall and each time my voice gets louder. And each time that doesn't erase the pain and memories. It makes it even more clear and detailed. I hit the wall hard only managing nothing but sobs at this moment.

I pushed away everything in my sight and reach I didn't care at this point. My house looked like a wreck and so did I. All I could do was scream in pain and cry like a little bitch, that's all I did at that time.

~~~~~~~~four years later~~~~~~

I had just graduated from college I am a lawyer now, I had just gotten my degree and I am happily engaged with my boyfriend Brad. He's a very tall man, he's an orchestra director at a children's hospital. They wanted those children to see of they were interested and so he had just had got his degree and he got the job. Brad was always the outgoing type, he was a child and a pretty sexy one I must add. He's a dirty blonde and he has the most fascinating blue eyes no one has every seen.

"Hey honey." He gives me a peck on the cheek. "Hey handsome." I wink, a devilish smirk rose upon his face. He grabbed my waist and pinned me down on the ground, kissing my neck. I found my hands tangled up his hair as he practically sucking my neck then biting it, I could tell it was going to mark. "Babe, not now I have to go to work and they'll know if we've been playing around." But work sucks anyway, oh well it for money anyway. His lips leave my neck leaving the cold air conditioner breeze briefly against the salvia. "oh fine be that way, always been a goody-goody haven't you?" He pouts then looks away. "No I can be bad if I wanted to." I say looking at his sexy figure. He looks at me right in the eye but has a smile upon his lips.

"Prove it." He spats, oh it's about to go down hill from here. "Well, you know I can't do that now but how about after work." I raise an eyebrow trying not to act immature. "Alright tonight." He walks over to me and places his lips on mine. He passionately kissed me his was reaching below the farther region of my waist. I stopped him there and give him a quick peck on the cheek. "Goodbye honey, I'll see you after work today." I call out from the front door. "Bye, babe." He gave me kiss for goodbye and I was off.

I had just walked in and the judge handed me the papers of who needed the lawyer. I looked at this guys profile and what the situation was. It had appeared that this guy was being charge of harassment by this 18 year old woman who he claimed that he was a weekly cello teacher and he claimed that she took off her clothes and pinned him to her bed and the parents weren't even home at the time. His name was Marcus Jefferson I curiously looked at his picture. My eyes widened in shock and disbelief. "This is not happening, this is not happening." I tried to breath normally but it simply couldn't come out normal.

"Mrs. Firestone your client is here." the judge butted in my little panic attack. "oh well send him in." A little nervous about what will happen at work today, wait! Why was I getting nervous it's not like it was high school all over again. A tall guy with black glasses and the same dark brown eyes as my first boyfriend years ago. He stares up and looks at me he examines my features and stares into my eyes. "Lily?" He asks so quietly that it was softer than a whisper and his eyes hurt and shocked at the same time.