VALENTINA’S POINT OF VIEW
“I can’t go in there,” I said to Diego as I stared at that formidable gate, the gate to the villa where everything happened, Damian’s jealousy, Diego’s accident, Dester’s death. This villa holds memories of our last time happy together, in this villa was the last time I saw Diego… my Diego the same way.
We all grew up together; Damian, Diego, Dester, my sister Sydney and I. Diego and I were best friends then we grew older and became lovers, Dester and Sydney had always been together, I remember them holding hands and kissing almost every time, they were the definition of teenage love , crazy, reckless, so in love. Reckless, maybe they shouldn’t have been so reckless in their love, maybe then Dester would not have died and Sydney would not be in that coma, and maybe if Dester had not died and Sydney was not in a coma Damian would not have shot Diego, Diego would not have lost his memory and we would all just be as happy as we once were.
It’s a confusing story, it happened five years ago on this Villa here in Panama.
“Can we not go in there.” I said in a panicky tone, I am trying my best to keep my fear from showing but I can see from his face that I am failing miserably at that task.
“But why.” Diego said looking all confused and concerned. I want to tell me everything, about us, about what happened, about five years ago. I want to be honest but I can’t, Damian said the doctor that was in charge of Diego medical welfare after his accident advised not to tell him anything about the past or it might trigger some unhealthy nerve conduction which might further affect his general well-being. Sometimes I wonder if that is the only reason why I don’t want to tell him, sometimes I wonder if I am being selfish because sometimes I hope he never remembers,
I don’t want him to remember what happened that day near the wood, what happened just before Damian shot him. If he does remember, I am sure he would hate me forever.
“Why don’t you want to go in Valentina?” He asked again.
“Because it brings back memories… bad memories.” I said looking into his eyes hoping he can see through me eyes the things I am not tell him, the things I cannot bring myself to tell him, the things I am to afraid to tell him because he would most definitely hate me for those secrets.
ZARA’S POINT OF VIEW
The gate to the villa was wide open in front of me, I took a deep breathe then another then another, I looked inside. The same big mansion, the same landscape, the same big scary mansion, mansion of horror and trauma.
I was sixteen when I first came here, my parents had caught me high in my room with a cocktail of drugs by my side. Molly, Xanax, pain killers you name it. It was cool, getting high, all the cool girls in my school did it so I did. It numbed the pain, it helped me not feeling, it made father’s apparent disappointment in me a bit more bearable.
I hated everything, everyone, including life itself so I got high and happy, a euphoric type of happiness, hyper, crazy, type of happiness.
I was shocked it took them that long to find out about my addiction, of course it took them that long because they never see past themselves.
I got dragged to the ‘rehab’, the rehab which happened to be this god forsaken villa. The ‘therapy’ I received was more drugs and sex and parties. I returned back home worse but I learnt a lot more techniques to hide my addiction.
It wasn’t until the end of high school that I took a gap year and actually worked on getting before. It took the death of my best friend Cara for me to realize that I did not want to end up dead in a ditch somewhere, I had to get my life together and I kinda did, three years sober and somehow seeing this gate, this villa, that mansion seems to threaten that sobriety.
“Welcome home Zara,” He said. He moved closer, pulled me into a hug that seemed to linger a while too long, his hands strayed away from my back and cupped my ass.
My hands stayed stiffly at my side. This is one of the things I had to endure from my godfather growing up, it did not matter that my father was present sometimes when it happened, he encouraged it, encouraged Yara and I to give Raphael Fernandez whatever he wanted, it made him look better in Raphael’s eyes, it made Raphael favor him more.
“Where is my sister?” I said in a low menacing voice.
“Where is Yara?” I yelled.
“Sh, don’t yell baby. Come in, rest a little and we will talk about this later.” He said with a smile on his face, he was standing a bit too close to me. I closed my eyes, wishing this was nothing but a horrible dream when he traced my lips with his thumb. I felt shiver run down my spine, I felt the need to run and hide, I know him, I know Raphael Fernandez, he is nothing but pure evil and for some reason I feel like I have fallen into his well thought out plan.
YARA’S POINT OF VIEW
“One question at a time. You, what is your question?” Audrey said. I have come to realize that She is the head of Walter’s PR team, she seems to be a bit of a control freak, I can’t really blame her because from the little I have seen Walter seems to have being serious or in charge of seeing anything through.
I shifted uncomfortably on the chair, it felt a bit odd being here surrounded by cameras with a man I hardly know except from when I have seen on the television and magazines and blogs.
It seems a bit odd that I am here with Walter Davis, a celebrity heartthrob/ playboy/ man whore.
“Is she your girlfriend? Was she the woman you cheated on Olivia Reverra with?” The reporter, a woman asked. Her voice had a tint of resentment in it lol she somehow blames me for her favorite celebrity couples break up, like how Justin Bieber’s fans felt about Hailey Baldwin for a while.
I don’t blame her for feeling that way, I would also hate me too if I was here. Walter Davis and Olivia Reverra were the younger version of Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt, no wrong analogy those two are broken up but you get the point right?
But the point is I didn’t break them up, he didn’t cheat with me, I am just a rando he bought at the one night stand auction.
“Is she the ‘bitch with the perfect skin’ Olivia sang about on her new album?” The woman added.
“No she isn’t.” Walter started.
“This is Yara or as I call her Angel and she is my girlfriend, my fiancee actually we are getting married soon.” Walter said with a tight smile. I felt his hands sip in between my inner laps, I felt the hand start to go higher.
I looked at him shocked about two things first why did he call me his girlfriend no fiancee and secondly why is his hands where hey are not supposed to be.
He looked at me and smiled back and parted my panties with his hand. I cleared my throat. Thank God the table was sort of covered in a way that no one can see what is going on underneath, in a way that no one can see what his hands…fingers are doing to me.
His PR person Audrey was seated at the other side of the hall a bit far away from us, she eyed us, she had a frown on her face almost as if she knows what he is doing to me Or maybe she’s just upset at his answer.
Walter’s fingers caressed my clit, I bit my bottom lip trying my best to keep myself from letting out a moan. I held his hand under the table as he played pleasurable with my pussy. I do not know how was able to keep my composure. Fuck! I said under my breath. He smiled, he seems to be enjoying my pleasurable discomfort a bit to much.
“So you cheated on Olivia…with her?” The reporter said again.
“I did not cheat on Olivia if anything she was the one who…” Walter started but was almost immediately interrupted by Audrey. His fingers stopped what it was doing to my pussy but his hands were still in my panties.
“Okay enough questions for now, let’s take a little break people.” She said. I felt Walter pull his hands away and ball it into a fist on my lap.
“What the actual fuck Walt!” Audrey said as made her way to where Walter and I were.
“What! I am tired of them thinking that she’s some sort of saint who can do no wrong.” He said angrily.
“She cheated on me Audrey… she! But somehow I am the one who ended up being the bad guy in their book!” Walter added.
“I know Walt but we can’t just blurt that out, they would think you are trying to destroy her squeaky clean image or something.” Audrey replied, side eying me like I am a stranger who shouldn’t be listening in on their conversation.
“And what is that shit about she being your fiancee.” Audrey asked gesturing to me.
“Because she is or at least she would be soon. I will make Yara my wife.” Walter said pulling my to himself.
What?
I saw Audrey turn completely red, at that moment she looked like she was going to strangle me.