blessed • stephen curry [sequel]

x. go, it's over

sorry i couldnt update yesterday. i had to live my life too 😭 btw, it was so hard for me to write this chapter bc my heart kept breaking

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Arzaya

"Stephen?"

I stood in both shock and tremor as I looked at him standing in front of me.

This is a dream, right?

My heart started racing, "What are you... why are you here? How did you—"

"Does that really matter?" he cut off before taking a step inside. His emotions were a whole mixture of curiosity, distress, and frustration. "You and I have something to talk about."

No, you have to leave. If Jackson comes back, God knows what'll happen.

"Can we—can we just talk about it tomorrow?" I swallowed, my eyes having a hard time to steady. I was too overwhelmed at his sudden presence that I could feel my hands shaking in anxiety.

"Is he hitting you?" He wasted no time to go straight to the point. "Since when, huh? Tell me. I'll fūck him up."

I shook my head frantically. "N-No. He doesn't hit me."

Please, Stephen. Just go.

He pursed his lips in extreme displeasure. "Don't make this harder than it already is." He raised his hand and I quickly flinched by instinct.

When I looked back at him, he had a pained expression on his face. "You see yourself?" he huffed. "You think I was gonna hit you."

I immediately denied. "I didn't."

There was too much tension inside the room as we both looked at each other's eyes. He was breathing hard and so was I.

And then his eyes drifted to my cheek. "Why are you doing this to yourself? Why do you stay?"

I couldn't even open my mouth to answer him. I felt confused and hurt that I wanted to cry and fall on my knees but I didn't want him to sympathize with me when I knew I deserved all this.

"Arzaya, I..." he struggled—his voice breaking. "Do you realize how hard it is for me to swallow my pride and stand in front you right now?"

"Then, stop caring about me," I told him, concealing the pain in my heart. After all these years, he still cared about me. I still mattered to him. "It's unfair for you, Steph."

He didn't budge. "Leave him."

Trust me, I want to.

"I can't," I said as I struggled to breathe calmly.

"You can't?" he challenged. "Why? Why can't you? Because you're scared?"

I was crushing inside and I knew he was too. We mirrored each other's emotions as if we shared the same heart and it was heartbreaking that I had to conceal it.

"You need to go, Steph," I begged.

He simply scoffed. "I'm not leaving till you tell me why you're putting up with that asshole."