The Bad Boy’s Favorite Girl

Chapter seventy-one

Elena’s pov

Dylan wasn’t always like this and for some reason, I should have noticed the red flags the moment we started dating.

He was a fucking Gerantophile and I didn’t know till I had caught him sleeping with my mom. It was the most disgusting thing I have ever seen and till this moment, I wished I hadn’t seen it.

Dad had left and I pleaded to go with him, but the court thought it was much better that I stayed with my mom for what they referred to as motherly care.

As I lay in the bed, the only thought that was coming to mind was how I needed to find a way to get out of this place.

If Dylan could pull the stuff he had pulled on me today, then there was no denying that more would come and I wasn’t ready to experience it.

I stood up gently from the bed and walked towards the window to check myself out and I was all bruised up.

Mac would totally go crazy seeing all those bruises on me and I didn’t want it happening.

I walked to the window and checked to see if he was around and the lights were on, which indicated that he was around.

I needed to get away from this horrible time, from this horrible moment and there was only one ace I could seek solace and that was in the arms of Mac.

I changed into my jogger and an outfit that covered every part of my body. I wasn’t going to conceal this bruise, I was going to show Mac the type of hell I go through every day of my life.

I stepped out of my room and stealthily walked to the living room to see that they were all in the parlor.

I wasn’t ready for yet another beatdown. I summoned up the courage and walked briskly out of the living room.

“Elena!” I heard him call unto me but I wasn’t going to give a damn about him or his stupid girl – my mother.

Once out of the apartment, I walked over to Mac’s house, which was only a few meters away from mine.

I knocked at first, but there was no reply at first. I pushed the door and was surprised to see that it wasn’t all locked.

I hadn’t been to this apartment before but gosh was the place beautiful. The interior had all the requirements that could make it be described as a master craft.

There was a slow music playing in the background and I wondered where he was.

“Mac!” I called out to him, but there was no reply.

Technically the entire place was silent, saved for the slow music playing in the background.

There was a door at the left and I decided to check through to see if he was there.

Upon opening the door, I figured it was a door that led to different rooms. There was a walk way that divided the rooms.

Mac was certainly in one of these rooms; I presumed as I tried my hands in every one of the rooms but they were all locked.

It wasn’t till I got to the last room that the door was opened. This was definitely a Mac room.

Once I stepped in, the entire place was a mess and it gave the vibe of the typical boy’s room. His clothes were all laid out on the bed.

Surprisingly there were books scattered across the table and it left me surprised, I never thought that Mac was a reader. I guess the old saying that never judge a book by its cover was true.

Amongst the scattered books on the table, was his diary and it gave me Deja Vu as I remembered the last time I had been in his room, in his previous apartment where I had seen where he had confessed his love for me.

For some weird reason, I found myself going to check the diary yet again. It was opened down, which meant he had written something on it.

I picked it up and began reading;

Dear Diary

I write this with tears in my eyes and heavy heart, this might probably be the last time I would write to you, but I need you to understand that the journey has been worthwhile.

I am going to face my fears and confront Liam. I had never imagined that my act would make him a monster but then, I was the architect behind it and so I must also destroy it.

Tonight would have two options, the first being that I may die and would be lost in this world forever, the second being that I might be able to convince Liam to stop his ways.

I know I am hurting Elena by going on this mission, but certain things needed to be cleared up before she could live a peaceful life in school, without his interference.

I am the sacrificial lamb and I do that want her suffering.

I love her from the bottom of my heart. I have never believed that a day would come when I would love a girl like her but it’s true the saying that love is like a new wine, it tastes different.

To whoever is reading this, my life is almost at the brink of despair and there is no elation, this is no cacophony but catastrophe which I had brought upon myself. I hope you read this and mourn me.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

The moment I finished reading this, I dropped to the floor crying myself out.

He had gone against my plea, he had gone to meet Liam and it was inevitably clear that he was going there to be a sacrificial lamb.

I was not going to allow this to happen. I stood up from the ground and rushed out of the room

If Liam was going to kill Mac, he would also have to kill me too