CHAPTER THIRTY

KEL'S POV


The next morning I woke up with a big headache. Thanks to the excessive drinking. When I glanced at my other side the handsome stranger was long gone without a single trace.

Somehow I felt very disappointed.
Anyway what did I expect from a one night stand?

A bond?
Some kind of relationship?

Shit I was losing it. But deep down I wanted him to stay.

What was wrong with me?
This was supposed to sex with a handsome stranger without any freaking strings attached.
I felt sore between my legs and the red stains were proof of my lost virginity.

I released the breath I was holding.
I can't believe that I lost my virginity to a total stranger but it felt awfully good I can't lie to myself.

I saw a piece of paper on the nightstand with a couple of 100 dollar notes precisely two thousand dollars.

Wow but wait…

I read the note carefully.

THE NOTE


THANKS FOR LAST NIGHT. I REALLY ENJOYED MYSELF IMMENSELY P.S YOU RODE MY COCK LIKE A WILD COW GIRL I LIKED THAT SWEETHEART.
MY CLEANER WILL THERE TO CLEAN UP THE MESS BY 10 PM SHARP YOU SHOULD BE GONE BEFORE SHE ARRIVES.

My cheeks instantly turned red. But anger resurfaced and I was furious.
Reality dawned on me. He thought I was a prostitute.

The money he left was a payment.
I felt suddenly used and disgusted.

Did he mistake me for some cheap whore?
I wrapped the white bedsheet around myself tighter.

All the magic I felt in his arms was suddenly replaced with disgust and utter humiliation.

My little shattered dramatically.
No I wasn't going to cry not here.
I wasn't going to give him that satisfaction even if he wasn't physically present.

I had to get out of here. This was a mistake and now I was regretting it.

I got out of bed grabbing my personal belongings and later searched for my discarded clothes on the floor.

Shit my underwear was gone.

"Fuck" I cussed under my breath.
That bastard took my favourite pair of lace panties.

I groaned in annoyance.
I rushed to the bathroom in the aim of fixing my ruined make-up.

I washed my face and looked at my reflection in the mirror.

I was a mess.

I sighed deeply and wiped my face with one of the fluffy towels.

I quickly reapplied my makeup and tied my hair in a high ponytail.

He changed me.
I hated the fake girl in the mirror because it wasn't the real me.

A tear rolled down my cheek and I wiped it away.

Father didn't deserve my tears and he wasn't worth my time as well.



FLASHBACK


A tear rolled down my cheek when the song came to an end.
He loved me.

I kept replaying the moment over and over in my head. Dad narrowed his eyes at me in the corner and took the wrong road.

My eyes widened in shock.

"Dad that's not the way to the airport you're going the wrong way" I muttered in a panicked voice but he remained silent.

"Keep quiet Chelsea I warned you to stay away from that rebel" he said harshly and more tears rolled down my cheeks.

"I just don't want you to end up like Kelsey."

I sniffled softly.

That day we never went to the airport.

After hours of driving the car came to a stop and I panicked.

There was a cabin in the woods when I made no move of getting out of the car dad forcefully dragged me out.

A woman was waiting in the cabin.

"Dad no please stop..." I cried miserably.

Once inside he slammed the door shut.

The woman told me to take a seat and I obeyed her dad who was watching me with narrowed eyes.

The dresser was full of Kelsey's photos.

What the heck was going on?

"I want her to look exactly like my late daughter Kelsey" dad said hoarsely.

I gasped in shock.

Gwen the hairdresser smiled and grabbed the scissors from the table walking towards me.

"No please don't!"

Dad held me in place with a warning look in his eyes. It was clear that he was losing his patience.

"Her hair should be blonde, short, and wavy. Her eyes should be hazel. I already brought some contacts for her."

The woman nodded.

I sobbed miserably.

" Dad, why are you doing this to me?

The woman began cutting my red hair.

Snip.
Snip.
Snip.

Pieces of my hair fell to the ground and I cried harder.

This man wasn't my father anymore. He was sick in the head. He was crazy, totally obsessed with Kelsey even if she was dead.

Three hours later.

I was a completely different person. My red hair was gone,my green eyes were now hazel.

I wasn't Chelsea anymore.

Dad had also made sure to change my identity as well. He changed my name to Kelsey Evans.
He was so obsessed in keeping her memory alive so used me for his sick fantasy.

I never told mom about this. I kept this traumatic experience to myself. If she knew the real face of my so called dad she would have been shattered to pieces.

He was pure evil.
He forced me to change myself and look like my late sister Kelsey.
He made me hurt Marcus and almost got him arrested.

I had to protect him.
I broke Marcus's heart to save him from prison and my dad's false accusations.

I hope that one day he'll forgive me.
I wish I can tell him the whole truth about everything but I must stay away from him. If dad ever found out he would ruin him.

"I'm sorry Marcus..."



PRESENT DAY


KELSEY'S POV


Once I was done getting ready I left the arrogant bastard a fitting reply.
When I arrived home I went straight into the shower. I needed to scrub off his scent,touch,and everything that made me ache for that stranger.

I broke down in the shower because each memory haunted me.

A few weeks later.

Things had gotten a bit tight because my current job wasn't paying well. So I had to find a new one and fast.

I applied for a secretary position at a certain company and they promised to give me positive feedback.

I hope that I get the job.
I'm keeping my fingers crossed.