Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Nineteen

The cool AC of his car hit my face, gently massaging it, numbing my pain somehow. We both sat quietly in the car, as if we were trying to process everything that had happened. The turn of events was worth the silence.

But, why was he even helping me? How is he always there when somehow, I need help? Why does a common slut matter so much to him?

I had so many questions brewing in my mind, itching to be spilled. I hated the fact that I was caught in between so many pathetic situationships, everyone was just after my life. Maybe, the Universe hated me so much or maybe, the Universe was trying to teach me something… but what the hell was I gonna learn from this?

Were I to understand that being a slut had to do with fucking over possessive CEO’s or was I to see reasons with Ethan for betraying me and turning into a monster overnight, or… what exactly was I supposed to learn from this!?

Oh Universe! Do you have to teach me the hard way? Please I don’t wanna learn anymore, I just want to live my life. I’m only a girl! What would I even do with the knowledge huh? Are you gonna give me a certificate of suffering and crown me the goddess of all who have been through hell!?

“How…”
“Who…”

I and Brandon coincidentally spoke at the same time. Seems like I wasn’t the only one with a million thoughts running through my mind.

Brandon took a deep breath before saying; “You go first.” in his calm, deep, and masculine voice.

“Why do you care about me, a slut, as you say?” I ask concernedly, with my gaze fixed on him as I peer at him in the darkness with his face partially visible in the dim lights that seep into the car from the street lights.

He was silent for a moment. He seemed not to be expecting that question. His expression shifted from that of worry to pain. I didn’t understand why. Why he should care so much about me.

“I don’t care about you.” he said simply with his gaze fixed to the road.

Really!? He didn’t care about me, so why was he always trying to help?

“You don’t care about me?” I ask instinctively with hurt evident in my voice.

“Galena…” his voice trailed off. He seemed to be having a hard time trying to spill the words in his mind.

“Brandon.” I say with my eyes glued to him as he stared back at me with an almost apologetic look. He looked a bit surprised by how I addressed him. His eyes flickered in the darkness and he seemed to be growing more uncomfortable by each passing second.


“Can we not talk about this now?” He asks more seriously.

“No,” I say stubbornly, “I want to talk about this now.” He thought he was the only stubborn one here. Hmph. And… of course! I enjoyed him being so uncomfortable, because he used to see it as fun to make others uncomfortable, so it’ll only be fair of me to make him uncomfortable too.

“Galena!” he breaths, but I eye him discreetly, silently waiting for his answer.

“I do not care about you, but I worry that you might get hurt.” he spits in frustration.

“You worry? Why do you worry?”

“I’m not gonna answer that. I already gave you an answer to your question.” He says with finality in his voice.

He sighs and gently takes my hand and squeezes it reassuringly. Was he confused? Why that gesture!? I thought he just said he didn’t care about me?
“Don’t worry about me any more. I won’t get hurt.” I say with a finch of anger as I pull my hand away from him.

“I hope so. Who were those guys?” He was finally asking the question that bothered his mind.

“No idea.” I said simply, looking away from him to the road.

“Why were they after you?”

“No idea.”

“Did any of them hurt you before I came over?”

“No idea.”

I seriously didn’t know why I was angry or hurt by his words, but I couldn’t help my coldness towards him.

“Galena…” he says concernedly and pulls me by the shoulder to look at him. I stare at him haughtily in a bid to hide the hurt in my heart.

“What’s wrong?” He looks at me searchingly.

“Let go!” I say pulling away from his grip.

His countenance switched from worry to anger, “Did they hurt you?” He asked grimly. His voice was lethal, ready to kill.

“What is that to you huh? Why is that even important, you entitled, gruesome bastard!?” I spit in anger with tears stinging my eyes. He looked like he was taken aback by my sudden outburst.

“Entitled, gruesome, bastard?” He seemed both angry and surprised that I could throw such insults at him.


“Yes!” I scream in disgust at him.

“I’ll need you to elaborate on this Miss Galena.” he said with knitted eyebrows. He seemed really angry, but somehow, I was still comfortable with spilling how I felt without the fear of getting hit, unlike how it used to be with Ethan.

“Why do you think you must save me? You have to protect me, and you don’t even care about me. You only wanna know who’s hurting me so you can get their ass whooped or even smash their heads against the wall. Well do you do this for all your sluts? Why can’t I have a simple breath and the air is not contaminated with a certain Brandon trying to act all entitled, trying to act all godlike when he’s the real monster!” I spit in fury with the tears streaming down my face as I spoke and hit him at the same time.

He looked at me in shock, not knowing how to seep in all I had said. I could tell that he was really hurt by my words, but I could only care less. He had done worse to me, so why not? I hate him. So much. I hate that he accused me of being a professional slut after taking my innocence. I hate him, I hate him, I hate him!

“Well, why should anyone care about a slut. We’re all properties. No one touches an entitled man’s toy.” I say more quietly, looking out the window, but I can still feel his gaze heavy on me.

Yeah, I was a slut now. That was what Mia wanted. She did a nice, little set-up, and I guess it’s working all fine! Who would ever believe me if I said otherwise. He had my picture, he had my full name, he was waiting for me… what argument would be substantial to that?

“Seat belt.” he commanded in his usual menacing voice, but this time, it was filled with more emotions. His face had gone tight with anger and he clenched his teeth firmly with his eyes fixed to the road and his hands on the steering wheel.

“No need. I’m getting off.” I say icily as I try to open the door but I find out that it is locked.

I look at him questioningly, but he doesn’t spare me a glance.

“Unlock this, I need to get off!” I haughtily say.

“Seat belt.” He says again in a more lethal voice.

“I don’t want to go with you…” I try to say but he interrupts me with the ignition and forward jerk of the car speeding off through the almost silent, dark road.