Chapter twenty

MARCUS'S POV


It's been two months now I still haven't heard from Chelsea. When I usually tried to call her phone was usually off and it was actually strange.

I kept pacing around the room trying to call her but it went straight voicemail.

What was going on?

This wasn't like her. I took deep breaths trying to calm down myself but the darkness inside me was on the verge of exploding.

Maybe I should ask her parent's.

No. I quickly went against it. This was so pathetic I'll just send her voicemail and ask her to call me back.

She was my girlfriend not my wife. I didn't want to scare her away but I was so worried. I needed to hear her voice just once.

I slumped on the bed and after a minute a sly smirk covered my lips.

Her room.

I knew that Chelsea was miles away from me but her clothes were still next door. They still lingered with her vanilla scent.

I got up and stared at the window.
Her Mom was sitting outside reading a newspaper.

Just great. She was certainly going to be a challenge but it was nothing I couldn't handle.

I would wait after dark.

I sighed deeply and stared at my phone.
Send her the voicemail.

My conscience was still mocking me. I hastily picked up my cell phone and placed it on my ear.

I cleared my throat nervously.

"Chelsea hey umm this Marcus I just wanted to know how you were doing I'm kinda worried babe please call me back."

Silence.

" I love you."

I placed my phone back on the table and laid on the bed.

She'll call back.

I just knew it.


CHELSEA'S POV


After school I went back home feeling exhausted fashion school was certainly taking a toll on me but it was nothing I couldn't handle.

Twenty minutes later I arrived at my aunt's house. I parked my bike outside and went inside.

"Hi aunt Melissa!" I chirped excitedly.

Her eyes meet mine.

"Oh hello Chelsea how was school today?" She asked curiously and handed me a glass of warm milk.

I smiled at her and took a sip of the warm milk.

"It was great, just exhausting but I love it there."

She nodded quietly.

" You go freshen up, your father is coming here for dinner," she said softly.

I frowned.

Ever since he threatened me in the car I never had a liking for him. That day I thought like he was going to kidnap me or something but it was just a deadly warning.

His voice still echoes in my ears every time I recall that awful memory.

"Stay away from that rebel. He wouldn't want him to rot in prison."

I was too dumbfounded to say anything.

I never wanted anything bad to happen to Marcus and ever since that day I've been greatly disturbed. I lost track of time and I don't even remember the day I talked to Marcus.

I miss him.

I turned on my phone.

And it instantly started buzzing with notifications.

Darn it.

I began listening to the voicemail Marcus had sent me.

I put my phone on loud speaker and focused on his words. He was worried about me.

I could hear his breathing for a moment.

Finally he said those three magical words.
That always made my heart skip a beat and make my knees buckle. It was so pathetic but I loved it.

When I turned around I met my father's angry glare and dropped my phone.

He stared at my phone and looked at me.
I just froze.

He picked my phone and played the voicemail Marcus had sent me.

He replayed it three times and took a deep breath.

I swallowed hard.

This was bad.

"Chelsea" he said firmly my aunt was about to defend me but he casually stopped her.

"Don't bother Melissa, this is between me and my daughter, don't interrupt me," he warns.

Aunt Melissa nods and spares a pitiful glance at me before she closes the door behind us.

"Father I-I..." I couldn't find the right words to explain but he just raised his hand stopping me.

"Love" he said slowly.

"Chelsea that boy doesn't love you boys like him don't know how to love anymore but themselves."

" You know nothing about Marcus" I snapped angrily.

He sighed deeply.

" Chelsea I don't want you to make the same mistake Kelsey made years ago. You still have a chance to leave that rebel and focus on your life."

" He'll just hurt you."

I shook my head negatively.

" We don't have to do this the hard way. I'm your father. I know what is best for you."

Once I remained silent he sighed deeply.

"Call him right now and tell him that he is nothing but a loser and you don't love him anymore."

My eyes widened in shock.

" Why would I do that?"

He smiled.

" Because I have enough evidence to put him behind bars for many years. If you claim to love him just like you said you'll make the right decision to save him."

He took out his phone and showed me pictures. Pictures of me and Marcus at our special spot near the lake. Where he kissed me for the first time.

I was about to grab his phone but he moved it away from my reach.

It was a picture of Marcus on top of me. The two of us laying on the old picnic blanket I had brought from home.

He followed us.

"Those photos prove nothing father."

He waved his phone and showed me to other photos where Marcus was the only one touching me.

I gave him a puzzled look.

"This my dear Chelsea shows that Marcus is molesting a minor."

What?

I knew Marcus was older than me,but he never molested me.

" This could get him in trouble with the law. A lot of trouble" he finished quitely.

Tears rolled down my cheeks.

" Why are you doing this?" I sobbed.

His face softened.

" I just don't want to lose you like your older sister Kelsey you're all I have Chelsea and this boy won't ruin everything."

I wiped my tears away.

"If you want to keep safe you'll accept all my three conditions. Then these photos will just remain between us."

I nodded quietly.

He smiled.

" Good."

" The first condition is that you will break all ties with him but in a way that will break him emotionally."

" I want him to hate you Chelsea make sure of that."

I sobbed miserably.

" The second condition is that you will stay away from him and you will never contact him. You'll move to another country if it's necessary."

I just nodded quietly.

I couldn't believe that the man in front of me was my own father.

"The third condition is that you will have to change your identity. Marcus will never find you if you change your identity and appearance."

I sat on the bed weak, too paralysed to do anything. I was just in shock.

"Do you accept Chelsea?"

I nodded.

"Use your words my dear."

I forced myself to look up at him.

" I accept all your conditions father."

He smiled.

" Good choice."

My heart had shattered into a thousand pieces.

"Now call him and fulfill the first condition" he said acidly and placed my cell phone in my hands.

I looked at him pleading but he glared at me furiously.

"Call him Chelsea."

I wiped my tears and dialed his number.

It began to ring.


MARCUS'S POV


The vibration of my phone woke me up while I snuggled against Chelsea's coat. It smelled like her.
Just perfect.

I grabbed my phone quickly when I saw her name on the caller ID I smirked.
I knew she would call back.

"Hey," I said quietly, trying to keep my cool.

"Mar-"
I heard some noises in the background and low whispers.

I sat upright.

"Chelsea are you okay?"
Silence.

I swallowed hard.

" Chelsea?"

" Marcus we need to talk."

" Okay" I replied.

" We can't be together anymore. And I don't love you anymore."

Her words were like acid.

" Chelsea what's going on?
"Have you met someone else?

Silence.

" Chelsea?" I said quietly.

" I don't love you Marcus Devon you know why because you're a loser and you're nothing but a mental case" she said acidly.

" Chelsea...I-" I didn't know what to say.

She hung up.

I dropped my phone to the ground.

My hands balled into fists.

She played me.