Yearning For The Badboy Mafia’s Love

CALISTA RAYMONDS

It was already getting late at night and I had been in my room doing absolutely nothing when I heard some noises and I can’t tell if it’s outside the room or not but the noise was close.

I got down from the pretty bed I couldn’t get enough of and wear my flip flop then steps out of my room.

I was about passing Chase’s when I heard smashing of glasses and a groan.

I literally got scared as I don’t know if he’s under attack or what.

The room wasn’t closed so I don’t need to input his passcode to make it into the room.

I slowly opened the door and just then another glass was thrown and it fall just some steps away from me but when it shattered the pieces got to me.

Nearly screaming, I closed back the door in horror as I have never see Chase that way. My heart started beating faster than usual as I laid back at the door.

“Fucking psychos!!!” I heard him scream again and something like a punch on the wall.

I opened the door again and saw him just standing there, with something like a picture on his hand.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

He fall back on the bed and push his hair back, his hand was bleeding but he didn’t seem to even notice it or care.

“Fuck it!!!!!” He screamed and shattered everything on the side table and I only stare in horror.

Sophia already told me about his ex dead girlfriend and I don’t need anyone to tell me that the picture in his hand is her.

He grab a broken glass from the wall and hold it tightly in his hand.

I could see blood rushing out from his palm as the effect of the glass he’s holding, and this time, I had have enough and couldn’t stand it.

“Chase stop it” I cried scared as I walked to him and took the glass out of his hand.

“Am a weak pieces of shit! And I couldn’t even save her! She died because of me. Because I couldn’t protect her? She trusted me! She fuckin trusted me till her death. She died because of my clumsiness!” He screamed over and over again squeezing the picture.

“No Chase. It wasn’t your fault, you didn’t do anything. I know you will protect her if you could but it wasn’t your fault she died, she died because she’s meant to” I said to him.

I don’t know the full story of who the lady in question is or what happened to her but the only thing I could do now is calm him down.

“You think so?, You think she didn’t die because of me!”

“No Chase, she didn’t. Please stop hurting yourself”. I cried.

This is the other side of Chase am seeing since I came in here, none of my room mates told him he has his soft broken side and seeing his behavior now makes me scared as what he’s capable of doing next.

“Chase, you need to let go of the picture ” I told him and he did like a little kid taking instructions from his mother.

“You stay here and I’ll try to find the first aid kit to clean you up”

Without waiting for his response I stood up and move away from him, I walked over to the bathroom but couldn’t find it.

Searching it in a bathroom is weird but I don’t know anything here yet and that’s the first place I could think of.

Not finding it , I walked over to his closet , I opened the wardrobe and saw it there.

I carried it out and walked over to him. I started by disinfecting the wound and then cleaning the face up before bandaging it.

“You shouldn’t hurt yourself this much Chase. I’m not sure she’ll will be happy wherever she is seeing you do this to yourself, okay?

You’ve to stop punishing yourself and accept the truth and the fate and try to move on” I told him while tying his palm with the bandage.

“You should get some rest” I told him when I was done.

He didn’t respond, I helped him remove his shoes and made him laid on the bed.

“You get some sleep, I’ll clean this up or I’ll end up hurting myself too” I told him.

I walked out of the room and went to the store room where I pick up the broom and the little trash can.

“Ma’am, what are you doing with that? If it’s to clean something up. Please hand it over and I’ll do that” one of the maids said as she stood in front of me.

“No, don’t worry. I’ll do it myself”

She didn’t argue with me, so I walk back to Chase’s room.

I don’t think it’s a good idea for someone to see Chase this way. I don’t know if they’ve been seeing him like that but I guess it’s a no cause if they’ve, Sophia will probably tell me that he sometimes break things or act crazy.

When I returns to the room, he was already asleep. I hurriedly clean the whole floor up and dispose the broken glasses. I returned to the bed and walk over to the bed to cover him with the blanket.

I took some seconds of my time to look at his face closely and his handsomeness is just something I can’t get over with.

He had a little injury on his face and I went back to get the aid kit then disinfect it and plastered it.

His hair falling on his cute face makes him look even more handsome. He is sleeping just like a baby and I really feel bad for him, he doesn’t deserve to be in such pain. But who could believe the popular Chase is depressed over a woman?

Maybe not depressed but he’s probably feeling guilty that he’s the cause of her death.

I guess it’s high time I start my research about more of him. The internet can have everything about him and his lifestyle posted by the medias seem to be every where.