Stuck with the C.E.O

#Zoey's POV#

Tears streamed down my face as I yelled, grazing her cold skin with my trembling hands. I quivered as I sniffled, trying to control my tears but even more streamed down my face. I couldn't just believe it. I couldn't comprehend it. Anytime I tried to force myself to comprehend it, I would feel the same sharp pain in my chest that had been there for a while now, becoming more painful. It just felt surreal that everything was starting to get more ruined. I thought I would be able to start from scratch and balance my life again but it all shattered before my own eyes. It felt like someone plunged their claws into my chest and ripped out my heart, leaving the arteries and capillaries to bleed pointlessly. My life was draining before my eyes but nothing could be done, I remembered life hated me! If only I could take my own life with my hands!!

"Why!!!" I whispered, quivering, mucus escaping my nostrils, but I didn't give a shit.

I wanted to know why, why was it me and not them? Why was it them and not me? Why did life choose to treat me like this? Why did death choose to take them?! Why!!

Just 4 months ago, I lost my father, he slipped and fell in the sloped yard. The images of him being rushed into the hospital as blood covered his face rushed into my head and another lame choke clasped in my throat, making a lone tear stumble down my cheeks. As If that wasn't enough! Just as if! I lost my little brother, Billy, just 2 freaking weeks ago, two weeks!! He was involved in an accident, a car accident, on his way back home, the school bus was involved in an accident. But, well, life chose me!! It chose my brother!! Only him died among the 46 kids who were in the bus, only my brother died!! Others sustained injuries, only him was delivered as a burnt black crisp. To prove how wild life treated me, his left arm was nowhere to be found, it was burnt to ash.

I knelt by my sister who was now dead also! Eyes closed, fist balled, skin cold, she laid seemingly dead on the wet bathroom floor. How the fuck did everything even happen within 4 freaking months!! I knew my life had always, always! been a mess but this was more than a mess, I couldn't explain the feeling.

I wish I could just- I could just- I coul-

I burst into tears again, remembering I couldn't choose anything for myself now, life and fate was responsible for everything.

A hole punched itself in my chest as my heart skipped 2 beats consecutively, how I wish it would just stop like that, forever and ever!!

I cried so hard with no one to console me, even my shadow turned a deaf ear.

I thought of how loud she should have screamed for help also, but it would have felt as if we turned a deaf ear. I thought of how she felt pain, I thought of how she would look death in the eye then scream for help but no one replied, I thought of how her tears had gotten enveloped into the rug.

I raised my gaze, turning to Mum who knelt by the bathtub filled with water diluted with blood, crying.

"Mu-" I tried to speak, but my voice broke. I burst into tears again. I couldn't just let go so easily, she was my favorite sibling. But, either favorite or not, she was still someone I cared about.

I wiped my tears but it only kept pouring out. I didn't know which broke my heart the most, seeing Mum crying again for the hundredth time in 4 months or seeing my sister laid on the floor, lifeless. How would I process both at the same time, how would I!!

The tears kept pouring out, though I wiped my hand over it every second. I just left it to flow down, I didn't care anymore.

I called again, "Mum,".

Mum turned to me with her tear filled eyes.

I walked to where she was kneeling and hugged her, letting my tears soak her chest. She also cried, wetting my shoulder with her tears.

We stayed like that for about 10 minutes before letting go of each other.

#a year and half later#

"oh, Charlie!!" I said, surprised as I opened the door for him to walk in. He shut the door then kissed me on my lips.

"Surprised to see me here now?" He asked.

"No, no, no. I'm not. You can come absolutely whenever you feel like, babe. I love seeing you around, you know? Even mum does." I said, grinning playfully as he sat.

"Is your mum home?" He asked.

I sat on the couch, my face glued to the TV.

"Of course. But, she's taking a nap." I said, still facing the TV.

"Oh great!" He exclaimed, smirking. I didn't look directly at his face, but I knew he was smirking, I had an amazing peripheral vision.

"Don't even think about it now. Mum is home!" I yelled, blushing.

"Umm.... So? I mean, she knows I've been your boyfriend for literally a year now!! Come on, Zoey, she should understand." He teased me.

I wanted to give him a cheesy reply but it kind of slipped off my mind as something dramatic happened in the movie.

My eyes widened, anticipating what would happen next. The TV became blank and I thought it was one of those dramatic reveal moments, but it was taking too long, then I realized Charlie switched it off.

"Come on, Charlie!" I groaned.

He raised the remote control in the air, "you want it, come get it!"

Ahh! Damn it! Why did I choose such a playful boyfriend?! Shit!!

"Charlie," I groaned.

I knew the game he was playing but I knew how to play it and I would play it really well.

He raised the remote control in the air in his right hand and I quickly pounced on him, straddling him as I tried to reach for the remote.

He stretched it further behind him. I groaned as I tried to reach for it, sitting on my knee and bouncing occasionally with my breasts against his face.

I knew he was messing with me and he pictured the moment as...... an unholy one.

A voice came from behind me, clearing their throat dramatically. I abruptly stopped and tilted my neck. Fuck! It was mum, she stood there, leaning against the wall as she watched us.

She didn't understand what was actually going on because she was in such a position that she couldn't see Charlie stretching the remote control. She thought it was something else.

Charlie quickly placed his hand down.

I tried to get off him but he dug his hand under my shirt and grabbed my waist, holding me in place.