Chapter 50 Him Again.
SHIMMA'S POV.
As I sat at the airport, waiting to catch my flight, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was doing something wrong.
My mother sat across from me, legs crossed, her gaze focused on her phone.
Lucas must have felt bad that I ignored him. But I swear, it wasn't intentional.
A few minutes after my father had left my room, he returned, only this time he was more furious, like someone had fueled his anger. Or maybe it was because I failed to get ready for the flight. How on earth could he expect me to leave a man I love so dearly?
“Shimma, if you do not get up from your bed this instant, I promise you, I'll ruin Mattias's life, starting with his business. You know what it would do to him, right?” I wiped the tears already clouding my eyes, ignoring his question.
“Well, I know you don't want that for him. Now get dressed; the flight is in two hours. I wouldn't advise that you miss it, because Mattias would suffer the consequences,” he said, walking out of my room.
I have always loved and admired my father. But that was only because he failed to show me the real him—the demon in him. Fuck! I hate him.
I would have never imagined my father being this cruel to me. All I want is love. That's all. But it seems there's nothing I can do.
I tried my best. I tried to fight for our love. But it's obvious it can't work. Like my parents say; I am only a teenage girl with a crush. And maybe I should leave it at that.
I love Mr. Mattias; I love him so much. But sometimes you do not necessarily have to be with someone you love. So I’d rather let go than put him in trouble.
He'll be happy. He'll love again. He'll move on after a few months. He'll meet a girl or a lady whose parents wouldn't have to choose who she chooses to be with. But for me, it's clear we aren't meant to be. And I can't change that. (How sad.)
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I landed in California a few minutes ago. Now I had just stopped by a nearby restaurant.
My Mum didn't come with me. obviously their plan was just to send me away from Me Mattias. and it's so sad to know that they succeeded.
As i walked inside the restaurant. i felt a wave of Déjàvu as i took my seat.
I remember this place because I was here two years ago. My aunt had brought me here for lunch.
I ordered pizza and a strawberry smoothie because I couldn't get over it the last time.
But it's strange how I'm just staring at them now on my table with no appetite to eat.
The happy me would have devoured them, leaving no crumbs. But here I am, not having the appetite to have a single bite. God, how do I get over this?
I ran my hand through my hair in frustration, turning to look at the entrance door because a familiar figure had walked in.
My eyes opened in shock because I recognized him. I stared, stunned, as I watched Blake make his way to my table.
What the hell was he doing here in California?
My parents have got to be kidding me.
I blinked hard, my heart racing. Blake was here, and a surge of anger welled up inside me. How could my parents set me up like this? Did they really think I’d just forget everything and fall back into my old life?
“Shimma?” Blake asked, his voice cutting through my thoughts. He looked surprised—maybe even a little unsure. But I couldn’t focus on his expression; all I felt was fury.
“What’s going on?” I snapped, not bothering to hide my irritation. “Did my parents send you here?”
Blake’s eyes widened. “What? No! I just came to visit some friends.” He looked genuinely confused, and that only fueled my anger. How naïve did he think I was?
“Right,” I said, crossing my arms. “Just a coincidence that you’re here the moment I land, huh?” I smirked, my arms still folded.
Blake opened his mouth to speak, but I quickly cut him off. “You know what? I see through this. I know this is my family’s ridiculous plan. But let me make this clear: even if I can’t be with Mattias, I still can’t be with you. Never!”
“B—But, I swear i never knew you would be here, i only came to see a friend. I never expected to bump into you here,” He mumbled.
I couldn’t take it anymore. The warmth in Blake’s eyes, the concern in his voice—it all felt like a trap. I stood up abruptly, my chair scraping against the floor, and stormed out of the restaurant, ignoring Blake’s confused calls behind me.
Outside, I flagged down a cab, my heart racing with frustration. As the driver pulled away from the curb, I leaned back against the seat, staring out the window.
Why would my parents do this? Setting me up with Blake of all people? Didn’t they remember he was the one who had dumped me for his ex? Especially my mom—didn’t she think I was over this?
“Just a few blocks down,” I instructed the driver, my voice tight. I couldn’t shake the anger boiling inside me. My parents thought they could control my life, manipulate my feelings, and it made my blood boil. All I wanted was to be free—to make my own choices without their interference.
As the cab pulled up to my aunt’s house, I fumbled for cash in my pocket, paying the driver before stepping out of the car.
Inside, I dropped my bag by the door and took a deep breath. The house was quiet; my aunt and her husband had left for a few days in Las Vegas.
I wandered into the living room, taking in the cozy surroundings, but my mind was too cluttered to appreciate it.
After a few hours of restless pacing and half-hearted attempts to settle in, I decided to take a quick nap. Hopefully, I could figure out my life without Mr. Mattias from here.
I walked over to the window to reduce the sunlight streaming into the room. Just as I reached for the curtain, I paused. Something outside caught my eye. I pulled the curtain aside slightly for a better view.
Across the street, I saw a familiar figure standing on the balcony of the house opposite mine. My breath caught in my throat as recognition hit me like a bolt of lightning. It was him—Blake.
Again!