Empress of the Phoenix King (BWWM)

Moving on

Hey guyssss!
Ya know lowkey, I wanna rewrite King of Sunset drive. I think the ending was a little too rushed for my liking. But that's also bc wattpad is a platform where you gotta pump out info super fast. And mfing books take time to craft!

What do y'all think?

I had been distant. Fear I had studied, does that to people

"ping...ping..call from Jessie..Call from Jessie"
"1 voice message from Jessie. BEEP-
"Listen Cal..I don't know what has been up with you lately but that's not how relationships go. You need to talk to me. Trust me...if not then..whatever fuck it. Just call me and let me know you're okay." *CLICK*

My phone alerts me from my bedroom..honestly I don't have the energy to talk to Jessie. I couldn't reciprocate with his zeal and vibrancy when all I offered was monotonous blah.

I don't know how to function as myself anymore and I can't help but think about if the way I was living all these years was actually me. Or was I now just some poster child my parents had molded..

None of what was happening felt like reality

Ma and Papa have always been free spirits and solidified in me about being true to oneself even in the most drastic of cases. How could they believe that erasing years off of my life was the best course of action for me?

Not to mention, they left out the biggest detail of why

And he terrifies me.

I don't have the strength to talk to anyone. However, my life must continue. Even if It means I feel like shit everyday

My stomach proceeded to make me feel worse by gurgling loudly.

So I may have not eaten more than some scattered almonds here and there with the occasional black coffee for a day or two..some people have focus techniques and this was mine.

Plus, it was helping me a lot considering the fact that I had no friends outside of my boyfriend.

Ekaterina sold separately

I push the plastic comb through my strands, yanking away at any knots and tangles. I had a meeting with my professor on the completion of my thesis paper. Though I hadn't touched the damn thing in months..

I might as well accept my failing grade early

A black speck shimmers in the corner of my eye and my heart rate triples

The comb slips from between my fingers and rattles onto the floor but my eyes lock dead in on the shining object the the pot of a house plant I placed in the bathroom

No fucking way..a camera?

I bent down on my rattling knees coming closer to the pot

Is this how he knew? Is this why he has never appeared before me because he was already aware of everything?

what if..what if he is watching me through it right now..

As I discovered his disturbing hobby..

What if he was on his way to..I don't even want to think about it

I heaved heavily, wrist trembling with the flow of adrenaline coursing through each vein to pick it up
Once I did..my tears erupted out of my ducts like rain

An earring..it was just an earring.

One that I had lost perhaps a year prior..it was here all this time

I had spent the week snooping around my own home fucking terrified. Drained of all of my life. Almost succumbing to cardiac arrest only to find some shitty claires jewelry..and its the catalyst that makes me break down..fuck me