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CHAPTER THIRTY THREE: Calm’s gone

DENISE
The storm is still waving at us, but I feel so safe in her arms. No one can get to us now and maybe soon, I will get rid of Jax so we can be together freely.
I’m not going to kill Jax if that’s what you’re thinking. I will just make him leave Jess or maybe manipulate him into exiting her life. How? I got a lot of choices for that, but I’ll do it soon. Now, all I really want to do is enjoy my time with her.
“The ceiling design we made is so perfect. I’m glad that it really sticks there.”
“Why? Does yours fall from the ceiling?” She asks.
“Yes, so annoying. One time I’m sleeping, the sticker went down to my face almost giving me a heart attack.”
She giggles. “You’re drinking a lot of coffee, huh, nerbyosa.”
“What can I say? The industry’s making me crazy.”
“But it’s also giving you a lot of money.”
We laugh. It’s a fact. No wonder that even if I wish that I’m not famous, I can’t leave the industry.
I work hard to be famous. More famous than ‘that’ competition— the million money model who’s now a prisoner. I just hate that she’s in a house arrest and not an actual jail. But that’s fine, at least every time someone googles here, she’s stated as a murderer.
She gets up. “Is it okay if I take a shower? Then we drink?” She asks.
“Eh? It’s cold and you’re taking a shower?”
She shrugged her shoulders. “I like it cold.” She gave me a kiss. “I’ll be really quick.”
I went to her kitchen to find alcohol. She’s got a lot of it, but I chose the strong one since I don’t have work tomorrow.
After setting up everything in the living room, I heard her scream in happiness when the power went on.
She’s very simple, this is why I love her. She’s my escape from the Celebrity world.
Don’t want to date another celebrity because it might end up like Ocean. I don’t want her to end up like Ocean.
I don’t want to hate her and have enough reason to have her killed.
“Oh, I see. You already set it up.” She sat beside me. The television’s open and we’re watching a slasher movie.
I love slasher movie. The classic teen group with the killer among them drama makes me stick up to the end of the movie to find out who’s the killer—— it will always be the one you least expected.
My tummy hurts now, I forgot to tell Jess that for some reason, onions make my tummy hurts. I tried to poop but nothing.
I know that my tummy will get worse after an hour so I need to be drunk so I don’t feel it that much. I hate suffering.
When I get back, the line where I left the alcohol is down a lot. Maybe she pours her drink because she waited for me too long.
“Who died?” I ask. Someone’s locker is full of pictures and flowers.
“The boy who takes medicine in secret.” She said, staring hard at the screen. She’s so focused.
“No way! Him and the other girl just kissed, right?”
“Uh-huh! That’s why I’m so upset.” She groans.
She’s now wavy and reacts to almost every detail of the movie. When we finished the movie, she rant about how ugly the dialogue of the movie is
“That was fast! I need more, I need it to be a series!” Her tone is disappointed and angry, making me giggle in secret. Don’t want to upset her when she sees me giggling. She looks very upset, and when you’re upset, you’re sensitive.
“I know, I know. Why don’t you sleep? Eh? Come on.”
Jess is very simple and she reminds me that I’m a human who is allowed to experience life around people like her. Most of the people thinks that they own me and that they are allowed to supervise me with their camera every time and every where I go. It makes me feel so similar to an animal at the Zoo.
I went to the bathroom to check on her medicine cabinet. “Please have something for my tummy, please have something for my tummy.” I beg. I didn’t get to drink a lot of alcohol because I know that I need to take care of Jess until Jax gets here.
“There you go.” I closed the medicine cabinet and went to the kitchen for water. When I’m done, I went back to put back the medicine in the cabinet.
While putting the medicine back, I hit a medicine container causing it to fall and when I put it back, something caught my attention. “My phone?”
Didn’t Jess said that it’s not here? Did I put it here, or what? I tried to power it on but it’s not working anymore. “Shit.” I said thankfully. Good thing that it’s not working because this phone contains a lot of secret, dirty ones.
I sighed. Knowing that she’s safe from my secret and safe from me.
“You don’t have to hate her, Denise.” I slap myself then points to myself in the mirror. “No talking to self, Denise.” I look away. “Stop. Stop. Stop.”
I went to the living room to clean everything especially the candles that is positioned everywhere.
As I’m washing my dishes, I heard a distant ping from the living room so I rushed cleaning the dishes. Her messages might be important, plus my curiosity tells me to check what’s inside her laptop.
I wipe my hand dry and went to find her laptop. It’s still inside her work bag so I settled myself to check what’s on it.
Her wallpaper is her picture and Jax’s. Then I opened her file storage. There are folders from work.
Inside the folder is a lot of folder.
Draft 1, Draft 2, Draft 3, Draft 4
Review Articles
Feature Articles
News Articles
Big Articles
“Oh, Big Articles.” This sounds so interesting so I clicked it. It only contains 18.
Mostly about known celebrity issues. I scrolled down only to see Mira and Ocean’s name.
“Ocean and Mira— back at it again”
My head tilted. “What is this?” What’s happening? This is the original copy, I can tell.
This is the reason why I…. why Ocean’s dead. “Did she wrote it?” I ask myself.
I’m panicking. I opened another folder and came across ‘Personal’ folder. Sounds intimidating, so I clicked on it.
There’s a folder named ‘Proofs’. Clicks…
Conversations about Ocean, with Tale…. f*ck me. Why is this here? Why does she have this? Am I hallucinating? Is it the Alcohol?
I sent the folder on my account through her account and deleted it. If this is true, what should I do? I loved Ocean but I still did him bad. Now, I think loving her is wrong.
Because I’ll do anything and I’ll go lengths for someone I love.
Maybe if I’m sober tomorrow, this will all disappear.

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