Chapter IN
Chapter 18
Chelsea’s Point of View
My eyes pried open, not because it was morning, but because of the ringing in my head. I drank myself till I blacked out last night, the aftermath of it crashing down on me. The sting from the scratch wounds on my head didn’t make it any better; drinking was a terrible idea by the way.
I rolled on my side, a little grateful it was the weekend, and I didn’t have to deal with that prick.
Speaking about him… I touched my lips, and the memory of the passionate encounter between us brought a silly blush to my cheeks. I didn’t know he was that kind of person, underneath the regal man who exuded a lot of authority and professionalism, he was still a perverted boss.
At least, I agree I was trash but I wasn’t that kind of trash, but I didn’t mind paying him back like that.
As long as I could settle my debts and give Cordelia a good life, I was okay with anything…including this terrible headache.
“Chelsea!” I suddenly heard Cordelia’s voice, and light footsteps approaching my room. I was so lost in thought I completely forgot that she was at home. Shit! I jumped out of bed, the suddenness of my movement made my eye lose its vision for a while, my sight was filled with blackness. I missed a step, losing my balance I fell to the floor with a loud snap.
“Chelsea… Are you okay?” She ran into my room, and as soon as her green eyes landed on me, they widened and she dashed towards me.
“What happened to you?” getting on her knees, she reached for me, but I pulled away guiltily. Almost immediately her eyes narrowed at me, as if she caught a whiff of something. “Have you been drinking again?”
I was about to answer her, but the look of disappointment in her eyes shut me up.
“How long are you going to keep doing this?” She questioned impatiently.
“It isn’t like that,” I answered in a small voice, I felt my hands becoming chummy and sweat pooling from my palms. “I just took a few glasses.”
“A few glasses? Where have I heard such a familiar statement?” she asked sarcastically, throwing her hands in the air as she stood up from the floor. “Right! How could I forget? Didn’t Dad use to say the same stupid thing?”
“Cordelia!” I snapped. “I can’t focus or think, I need something to escape the hell I am going through, there are a lot of things going on with me right now. You don’t even know half of it.”
I felt tears spring in my eyes.
“That’s the exact same thing Dad used to say and guess what he died tragically!” she wasn’t backing down. “Didn’t he need to cope because mom left him? From just a few glasses it became a couple of bottles and see how that turned out for him. I don’t believe we should even have this conversation because you suffered the most because of it. And you are walking in his pathetic footsteps!”
“You will not talk to me like that! I am your elder sister, and if you are worried that I will hit you when I am drunk be rest assured it won’t happen.”
“It’s because you are my elder sister I am expecting you to act more sensible!” Cordelia yelled at me, and it took a minute or two before I realized the tears in her eyes. “If you want to go ahead and die then that’s fine. Since you don’t ever listen to anyone, I will leave!”
She turned on her heels and began walking out.
“Cordelia!” I called for her, my voice desperate as I spoke. “I am sorry, please don’t go.”
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Chapter 18
I felt tears prickling my eyes.
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“I was wrong, please come back. Don’t get mad.” She stopped just before she could exit my room, I tried to get up, but f slipped on one of the empty bottles lying on the ground.
“Chelsea…” In panic, she ran back towards me and helped me up, I felt a sharp pain in my forehead, and I hissed. Fuck! There was blood, and I could feel the cut on my forehead.
“Oh my goodness.” Cordelia was panicking, her hands trembling. “I should get the first aid kit.”
*I am fine,” I assured her, wiping the tears from her cheeks. “This is a small cut,”
“I didn’t mean to yell at you” She apologized. “It’s just that I hate seeing you in this state. I want you to talk to me rather than confide in alcohol, you are all I have, and if I lose you too then I don’t think I can forgive myself”
“I admit that I am foolish,” I started in a small voice. “I will stop drinking, I promise. This time it’s for real.”
“You promise?” She enquired again, and I nodded.
“Cross my heart,” I assured her, she nodded at me, her hope rekindling, and I felt bile rise to my throat.
“I will make you something to help your pathetic state.” She snickered and I smiled feeling grateful. “You should tend to the wound on your head.”
“Yes ma’am,” I answered, watching her as she skipped out of the room. I was about to leave for the bathroom when I heard the ringtone of my phone. I groaned inwardly as I marched towards the phone, and picked it up. Praying to God it was anyone but my boss, I couldn’t stand seeing or speaking to him… especially after what happened between us.
My eyes narrowed as I glanced down at the caller ID…
“Hello…” I said in a hurry as I answered the phone. “Officer Bentley, good day.”
“Miss Findley, how are you holding up?” His voice rang calmly from the other end of the phone and I nodded my head. “I am fine.”
“Do you think you can stop by the station this morning?” My eyes lit up hopefully.
“Did you find any leads? Have you caught the person?” and there was a brief silence at the other end of the phone.
“About that, I am actually calling for the closure of the case.” He admitted bitterly.
“What?” I blurted in disbelief. “I never asked the case be closed.”
“Yes, but Chelsea, it’s been six years now, and there isn’t any lead. We don’t have any choice but to mark this case as unresolved.” He explained further. “Just come to the station so we can wrap up the rest, and you can sign some documents.”
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