The Bad Boy's Phobia

{ c h a p t e r f o r t y t h r e e - t h e a f f a i r }

Chapter Forty Three

-Kylie Smith-

I stomped my feet angrily as I forced my self to walk away from Cole before I completely lose it.

He freaking blames me for how things turned out between us?

I lifted my dress up to avoid tripping and possibly hurting my ankle and marched, still infuriated, behind the Grand Hall upstairs.

On my way upstairs, I remembered stopping halfway. I pressed my ears closer against the cold, cement wall. Dang this place for being one of the oldest buildings in this city. Everything, every inch of this building was built out of cement.

"What do you mean, Toby?" A voice said.

My heart pounded when I realized that the unknown voice, now identified, belonged to no other than my dearest mother.

The last time I checked, Toby isn't the name of my Dad.

It's the name of Alejandro's.

"I already told Vanessa about us, Cheryl," a deep, husky voice replied. "I already told her about our affair. I told her every single thing. I told her how you'd always come everyday at my office and that's where we'd do it. I...I already told her that we're sleeping around."

"What the hell were you thinking?" Mom hissed.

Oh my gosh.

No, no, this can't be happening.

My mom can't be cheating on my dad. She can't be cheating on us, her own family.

I bit my lip to suppress myself from making a sound and gripped onto the beautiful dress.

She's been sleeping around Alejandro's dad all this time? Is that the reason why for these past months, instead of staying at home(she's a housewife and jobless), she's always gone the entire day.

Because she's fucking somebody else.

How could I not see it?

She would always ask about Mr. Moore whenever I would be back from our tutor session with Alejandro. I still continued being his tutor even if my grade dropped and our 'fake-dating' act.

Mom mentioned at some point that she and Mr. Moore were highschool friends and she was the one who suggested that I tutor his son.

The thing is, she wasn't bragging about my intelligence, and she doesn't care about Al's grades either, she wanted me to spend time and get to know more about Toby because she was planning to divorce Dad and become my soon-to-be step dad.

Having heard enough, I sprinted down the narrow and steep stairs clumsily but quick.

I needed to get out of here. I can't breathe.

First, I had to deal with the guy who broke my heart, and now I just overheard my Mom secretly having a forbidden affair with my fake boyfriend.

On my way down, a couple were legitimately grinding against each other. No, they were fucking each other.

The redhead girl was pressed up against the wall with her dress hiked up on her waist, giving the guy enough access to put his manhood...wherever he puts it. To make matters worse, his full butt was exposed as they made love-making sounds.

"Get a fucking room!" I shouted, disgustedly, striding past them. They immediately let go of each other and dressed up in humiliation.

I ran and ran at the never ending maze of garden of Grand Hall, until my vision got blurry and the next thing I remember was my body shutting down as darkness welcomed me like an old friend.

The last thought on my mind was the excruciating image of my innocent father's face once he finds out about my mother's betrayal to him.

***

Beepings of heart monitor and a gentle voice talking brought me back to life. I did not flutter my eyes open yet, because I enjoyed his fingers caressing against my cheek.

How did I know it was a he? Because I recognized those voice everywhere.

How could I ever forget the sound of the man who broke my heart?

"Please wake up," his voice sounded hoarse and croaky. My heart sunk for him. Why does it sounds like he had been crying for hours?

"I promise that once you wake up again, I will not---not ever hurt you again," his voice cracked at the end. "The doctor said that your heart shut down because of the strong, sudden emotion you felt. Apparently, you have a heart complication as a kid called coronary artery disease and after years of medication, the disease wasn't completely gotten rid off. You know what's weird?" His voice cracked. "That was not the cause of your surprise heart attack. It was because of your eating disorder."

Did the world stopped spinning its axis? How could he have possibly find out?

"He noticed your thin profile so he decided to weight you. He said you weight no more than a hundred pounds." I heard rustling. "You were ninety eight pounds, love."

"How could I have not noticed your rapid loss of weight? I should've known you better than that. You hid behind fake smiles that you fooled everyone around you so well. You could've died, Kylie. The doctor said that you could die from being anorexic because your body starts to shut down after going through enough days of not eating. When was the last time you even ate?" He sniffed.

"Funny thing is, you didn't pass out from your previous heart disease, you passed out because your heart's heartbeat rate was abnormally low. He said that in some cases, the victim of anorexia could've easily died at that instant moment and because their heart just stops beating out of nowhere. It could've been you."

"You could've died." He whispered harshly. I heard a small choke of sob, my eyes started to water even with my eyes shut and I tried my best to pretend to look as asleep as I can. As much as I would like to end his sufferings, I couldn't. I needed to hear what he has to say to me.

"You could've fucking died, Kylie. You're so selfish. How can you starve yourself? How could you let insecurity get the best out of you?"

"I thought I knew you better than that, but obviously, I don't think I know you at all. Maybe I was under the illusion of seeing Erin every time I see your face that I never got the chance to get to know you at all. I don't know you at all, and that says everything about what kind of a person I am."

"I'm sorry for hurting you over and over again. I didn't mean to, trust me. Before all this happened, before the plan, I'm sorry to say that I didn't consider about your feelings at all. I was a terrible person, Kylie and I'm not proud of it. Out of all the things I've done, hurting you was sure as hell was the most regrettable decision I've ever made. I'm so sorry for all the heartache I've caused. I hope you forgive me someday."

Then, I felt a damp face pressed on my shoulder. His hands gently but wrapped themselves around my shoulders, burying his head on my shoulder. His cheek brushed against mine and I felt liquid. It was no doubt that I had made Cole Anderson cry.

I urged my will to snap my eyes open and to snake my arms around him and hug him as tight as I can, but I restrained that desire.

"I'm sorry for all the times you needed me and I wasn't there." His breath tickled on my cheek.

"And I'm sorry that I hurt you over and over again." He pressed his lips firmly on my forehead. I tried my best to hold my breath I and hold back the tears.

"I'm so sorry, Kylie. I'm sorry that I always make things worse for you."

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I JUST WANNA SAY THAT WE ONLY HAVE A FEW CHAPTERS LEFT BEFORE IT ENDS!!!

After this, I will start writing a new novel except Francisco and Barbara won't be the characters. Sorry guys!

THIS CHAPTER IS UNEDITED.