Chelsea's point of view: Zooooom~ Rick drove the car as fast as he could. It amazes me that Rick can still follow the Speed Limit. The journey was intense. No one spoke a word. Rick's rapid heartbeat filled up the silence. We stopped in front of Medical Hospital, one of the most prestigious hospitals in town. Boy, Rick, sure, is rich. We ran breathlessly to look for the emergency room assigned to Rick's mom. Rick suddenly stopped infront of a door. I caught up with him and stopped to gasp for air. Infront of me was a sign in big letters. JACKIE ANDERSON. Rick gently opened the door. Feeling very nervous, I followed him inside. HAHAHAHAHA A boisterous laugh greeted us. On the hospital bed lay a gorgeous middle-aged woman. Her left leg was wrapped in a cast. "Mom!" Rick cried out as he ran towards his mom. "Dear! You even brought a girl!" Rick's mom answered as she turned-off the television. "What happened?" Rick worriedly asked as he stared at the casts. "Your careless mom fell down from the stairs. Good thing my cellphone was with me. I tried texting you because I forgot the number of the hospital's number. Good thing Aunt Lacy just arrived that time." Rick's mom smiled as she narrated the happenings. Rick collapsed. He sighed in relief. "I thought it was d-" "Your dad?" Rick's mom confirmed as her smile disappeared. "It's okay. I'm safe. I hired some bodyguards already. They'll be arriving tomorrow." Rick's mom announced. Bodyguards? Safe? What's happening? Is Rick's dad some kind of Mafia? "Hey, Chelsea. I would like to thank you." Rick said as he escorted me out of the room. "I didn't really do much." I modestly said. Silence. "Is it okay if I ask a question?" Rick asked as he opened the exit door for me. "Sure, what is it?" I replied. "If I confess my love for you now, and Ken is also confessing to you at the same time..." Rick trailed off. My heart skipped a beat. I swallowed. "... Who would you choose? Ken or me?"
Rick's point of view: My life has double faces. It may look happy and carefree in the outside, but it is actually problematic and sorrowful in the inside. I had a very happy childhood with my mom and dad. But one unfortunate day, my dad and his brother went joy-riding. My dad drove the car very fast, resulting in a car-accident with another passing car. Luckily, my dad was spared. But his brother was not. My dad blamed his brother's death to himself. He would bring 5 bottles of alcohol everynight and gulp them one after the other. My mom tried to stop him, but my dad would painfully slap her in the face or just beat her up. My mom endured this treatment for 6 years. The drinking continued and the beatings also increased. Fed up with the torment, my mom and I ran away just last week. Everyday, my dad would send threats to our new house. My mom, feeling really bothered, hired bodyguards. That is why I went crazy when I received the "HELP" text message from my mom. No one understood me... No one cared... Especially the manager of the restaurant. But there was one... ...Who calmed me from my greatest fears. ...Who tried to understand me in my lowest position. I love her so much. That is why even though I know that I'll just bring shame and hurt to myself... I still asked her the question that would surely embarrass me... "... Who would you choose? Ken or me?"
Chelsea's point of view: "... Who would you choose? Ken or me?" Rick asked with his handsome stare. WHY is he asking this kind of question? Is this some kind of confession? "Wh-why are you asking this?" I answered him with a question. My face feels hot. Then that moment, Rick's face turned bright red. Is he embarrassed? Well, it IS an embarrassing question. "Well, lots of girls like him more than me. It irritates me. I just want to know if you're like one of them." Rick lamely explained. His palms were sweating. Obviously, he was LYING. He was averting my gaze when he was explaining. Not caring about the real reason, behind the question, I just answered it. "He is a sweet-talker. Really friendly. It is not hard to fall for him." I replied honestly. "Sweet-talker?" Rick repeated. "Yeah, just like last night..." I trailed off. "LAST NIGHT?!" Rick interrupted with a shock look in his face. "Are you going to repeat everything I say?" I answered back, feeling irritated. "Sorry, please continue." Rick apologized. His clenched fists were shaking terribly. "He enummerated things he admire about me. Like I was amazing or I was his "light" in his dark world. BLAH BLAH.. something like that." I narrated while blushing. I left out the "I love you" part because it was embarrassing to tell. Rick stared at me and then to the ground. He didn't say anything. He just bit his lip. "Ken confessed?" Rick sadly asked, breaking the awful silence. I blushed. I hesitated for a moment and then nodded gently. "Are you going to go out with him?!" Rick demanded. "N-no? Y-yes? I-I don't know." I stammered. "P-please don't." Rick mumbled. What? Did he just request for me not to date Ken? Was he jealous? Nah, that's impossible. Must be some other reason. "Why not?" I curiously asked. My heart thumping furiously. "Because... then he whispered the rest. "What? I can't hear you." I said while cupping my hand in my left ear. Rick inhaled. "Because... I love you too, Chelsea."