Author's Note:
As you can see, it's a picture of Leighton Meester aka Amanda Standeford. I choose her because she can be a good girl, mean girl and her crying face suits the main character. She's one of the girls on Gossip Girl and I describe Amanda same as Leighton's characteristics.
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When I woke up, I saw direct sunlight came through the window between those custom made striped navy blue and white curtains. The curtains just hovered half an inch above the floor. The fabric was high quality and it looked classy.
Hold on, it feels like there's someone beside me?
I turned my head to the right and Karl's face was so close to me. I felt his breath on my face while he was asleep. "Karl?" I mumbled. His name automatically came out of my mouth.
I never really focused on his face before. My eyes couldn't stop looking at his sexy lips. His dark brown hair was messy, but he still managed to look so perfectly fine and hot. That hairstyle really suits him. I looked at his body and I could see his biceps clearly. Damn, what a perfect body! Obviously he always went to the gym. Okay, stop being observant Amanda. Okay stop it, enough, you should come back to your senses.
Did he sleep beside me all night long?
Suddenly he opened his eyes. He had mesmerising blue eyes, very attractive, in a mysterious way, making you want to keep looking at it. Karl groaned, messing with his hair. "Good morning, Amanda. Do you feel better now?" I slowly looked up to see a smile plastered on his face.
"Did you sleep beside me all night long? I feel a little bit dizzy. My head is still spinning because of last night. You?" I said and began to massage my head.
"I'm alright. You were so drunk last night and you were really enjoying yourself." He explained ignoring my first question.
"You know what, I don't remember anything about last night. What happened last night?" I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion while massaging my head.
"Err, y-you kn-know, last night." He stammered out his answer.
What's wrong with him? Did we do anything unusual last night? We were still wearing our clothes. Why can't I remember anything from last night?
"Don't you remember anything?" He asked, his voice filled with concerned.
*Flashback*
Karl thought that I was asleep so he stood up and walked back to his couch. I opened my eyes and said, "Karl, I still can't sleep. I can't stop thinking about it. It is not easy for me to forget about it." I felt tears dripping down my face and I didn't know how to stop them.
Karl approached quietly and hugged me. "If you can't keep it to yourself, you should let it go by telling your problem to someone that you can trust. People won't know your problem if you don't tell them because they don't have the power to read people's mind. I don't mean to force you, but I'm trying to tell you the truth. We can't keep our problems as secret forever because it will eventually hurt our feelings. We can't move forward if we keep thinking about the past. Do you understand that?"
I just nodded and kept crying. I felt so weak at that time. I didn't know how to move on with my life. I was sick of it. I wished I was dead.
Should I tell him about the argument that happened between my stepmother and me?
"Is there anything that I should know?" Karl asked, he looked straight into my eyes.
"Actually, I had a fight with my stepmother, Jenny. At first, it was just a small argument between us. I was in my bedroom while doing my assignment at that time. I felt so stressed so I turned on the radio up to maximum volume. Usually I didn't turn the volume too loud because I didn't want to disturb her. The master bedroom was near to my bedroom. On that day, I thought there was no one in the house besides the workers. On every Wednesday, she went out to meet her rich girl friends in the evening and came back before daddy got home. I sang the song that was turned on the radio as loud as I could. I would sing and dance when I felt stressed. I heard someone was calling my name but I just ignored it because as I said, Jenny wasn't in the house. Suddenly she barged into my bedroom without knocking the door. She came up to me and slapped my face.
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ChickLit***completed*** "Amanda! Come back here!" My stepmother yelled at me. I hated her! I really hated that bitch! "Like I fucking care, you bitch!" I cursed. That is my conversation between my stepmother and me. Why do I hate her so much? Well I have m...