Love You Or Hate You, I Can't Decide, Book2 novel Chapter 50

**   Episode-50 "worthless"**

**   Ernest's POV:**

    I flipped the pages

and I was done with this..... I am tired but I don't  like to take day off.. if I went home then I

will miss her... like I do for 4 years... Since Isabella left, there is void inside

me which makes me feel this uneasiness and pain... if I have nothing to do then I

am thinking about her... what she went through before she dies.. she might have

called my name... or thought I would have protected her.. but I failed...

   I was stupid to let

her go alone that day... her body was darker when we found her dead, that was

devastating.... That was nightmare for me... the nightmare that became my reality..

I miss her smile, the way she use to look at me... her beautiful grey eyes...  I miss it all.... I even failed to bring

justice for her... that man died without my permission after killing her... my eyes

filled with tears... I closed my eyes to get over the feeling...

   I searched for the

cigar and light it up...  I was smoking, I

realized it was almost time for my coffee... she must me coming... I closed my eyes

as I whispered, "Celeste... why this dumb b*tch has her eyes... I am annoyed" I

heard a knock... I know it's her... I said, "come in"

     She walked in, I

noticed today her hair are braded, usually her golden hairs are tied in pony,

she looks tired, may be her college is talking too much out of her... I wonder

what this girl might be thinking.. she has touch college life, still agreed for

a hard job... she really needs money.... I smirked internally... at least she is not

one of those who try to use her body to get money... Alexis was right.. this

b*tch is stupid, honest and hardworking...

   She placed the

me.. I don't deserve to endure anger for someone else.... My dad is missing for

more than 7 years.. did I screamed at you for that?!!!.. then you can't scream

at me for your problems and pain!!!.. I haven't heard from my dad... when I was

kid I use to see him once a week, then he went missing.. you have no idea what

I went through... but I never screamed on others.. I never blamed anyone...  you can't do this to me..."  I met his eyes and he is looking at me with

anger.. he kept smoking... did I said too much... I shouldn't have,.... But I am not  wrong.. he can direct his pain and anger to me

just because I look like her... that's not my crime...

     He got up and his

silence is intimidating... he got close and grabbed my hand, he made my moments

frozen as he pushed me on the table, now I was between the table and his

chest.. not to close but not to far... the distance was not letting me ease..

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