Desperate

Rick's point of view:

Please.
Please tell me that was just a nightmare.
Please tell me that what happened 10 minutes ago was not true at all.

It can't be.
I can't believe that I ended it.
Not from my lips.
I can't hurt my beloved Chelsea like that.

But...
I can't escape reality.
Chelsea and I were over.
Over.

She did not trust me.
I kept something from her.

I believe this is for the best.

I slowly lay down on my bed. I covered my eyes with my arms. What happened to me? My lifeless brother still lies on the hall. I just broke up with my dearest girlfriend. And I am not even preparing for the student-body elections.

Am I falling apart?

I turned to the side and reminisced what happened 10 minutes ago...

Flashback.

As soon as I said those hurtful words, Chelsea completely froze. Her swollen eyes welled up once again. It was obvious that she was trying to stop her tears from coming down her face, but she utterly failed. She collapsed and started sniffing. I wanted to bring back what I just said and tell her that it was just an April Fool's joke.

But no.

I was overcome with anger and sadness. I just can't take the fact that Adam hurt Chelsea like that, the fact that Adam and I were brothers, the fact that I lied to Chelsea about not knowing Adam and the fact that Chelsea can't stop bugging me about this "Nash" issue.

"A-are you s-sure you want to... break -up with me?" Chelsea whimpered.

I didn't know what to feel. I was sure that Chelsea still won't trust me about Nash. Angered by the fact that she can't even trust me, I stood still and stared at her.

Chelsea stared back at me. She must have read the answer in my eyes because after a second, she got back on her feet and ran away.

Flashback ends.

I felt cruel, I know.
But what can I do?
Chelsea hated Adam so much.
I can't just hide to Chelsea about me and Adam being siblings.
I felt like betraying her if I did.

It's better if she finds another man who would love her wholeheartedly.

With this thought, a tear escaped from my left eye. I must admit. This hurts too much.

RING! RING!

"Hello?" I said as I wiped the tear off my eye.

"R-Rick..." the girl whimpered.

"Nash? Didn't I tell you NOT to call me anymore?" I snapped.

"H-help me." Nash pleaded.

"Nash..."

"I'm infront of your house. Please see me outside." Nash sniffed and hanged up the phone.

I had no choice. I mean, she saved my brother. She seems harmless too.
I got up and walked out of the house.

"Nash?" I called out to the darkness.

"R-Rick..." Nash whimpered.

"What happened? I can't see you." I called out.

Nash walked slowly towards me. As the light of the moon shone on her face, I gasped.

Nash's beautiful face was filled with bruises and scratches. Her nose and mouth were filled with blood. Her hair was disheveled. Her clothes were messed up.

"Wh-what happened? Who did this to you?" I asked, completely shocked.

Nash sniffed and murmured something.

"I can't hear you! Who did this?" I angrily demanded.

Nash sniffed.
"It was...











... Chelsea who did it."