Yet, another person has walked out of life.

It has happened again, another person has left me.

The first person to ever leave me was my friend in third grade, she claimed her mother said being friends with me was evil—being friends with a redhead was evil and would bring only bad luck to her.

The second person was my father, I still remember how I begged him not to leave. It was us three against the world, he told me then still left.

The third person was my granny, who died from cancer.

And now David cheated on me and didn't think it was wrong.

Maybe I'm really bad luck, I hold my blanket close to my nose more heavy tears leave my eyes. It's hurts, I really trusted him. I really thought he wouldn't leave me, he was supposed to be my Prince Charming, he was supposed to be the perfect person for me. The chain breaker that proved I didn't have a problem.

There's this hollow feeling in my chest, it feels like the entire world's weight is pressing me down making it hard for me to breathe.

I hold the blanket tightly as I pant, I blink trying to remember the breathing technique. "100..97...95, no that's wrong. 100...97...94...95. Shit Ellie," I cry, I couldn't breathe, my thoughts are scattered around, it feels like the pink walls of my room is closing up on me, I can still hear his voice telling me I'm making a big deal out of nothing. "100..." I take slow breath, "97..." another breath, "94..." another one. "91..." I go on like that till I feel myself breathe better.

"Ellie?" I turn and there stands my best friend Kate with a bottle of old wine, two glasses, and a big t-shirt. "Let's drink," she gets in bed with me.

I sit up, we drink in silence till we fall asleep.

The morning isn't exactly better, but I decide to go on with my day after all I have a delivery to make this evening. The money was good, it's something I needed.

Kate had told me she had an assignment to complete with one of her classmates, which means I'll be doing the delivery by myself—the thought makes me nervous. Even as I roll the dough, she's my tongue, she tells me when I make a mistake with the taste now she isn't here.

I cut a bit and taste, it tastes fine, I taste it again and it doesn't taste as good as the first one. "Fuck, I made a mistake." I proceed to pack it and throw it away, just as I turn to pull out a bowl Kaden walks into the kitchen and pinches a part of the dough.

He takes it to his lips, "Tastes wonderful," he says cutting a piece again, "Absolutely wonderful." He goes to cut another one but I stop him.

"That's someone's order," I whisper trying to avoid eye contact, I just touched a tattooed person. Wow.

"You were going to throw it away." He says flatly, an irritated scowl appearing on his face.

"Do you think it tastes really good? Or are you just saying that?"

"I would never lie to protect your feelings, Red. If it tastes like crap be rest assured I wouldn't say it doesn't." He answers bluntly, making his way to the fridge then pulls out a bottle of water, he cranes his head up as he drinks. My eyes follow his Adam apple.

"Thanks for what you..." then he is out of the kitchen, I return my gaze to the dough. I decide to go ahead with the dough, he said it's fine.

I can only hope the person has the same taste as Kaden, I'd hate for them to hate what I have made. I finish by afternoon and look at the address they had sent, it's just a cafe not too far from home.

I pack the donuts in the box then run up the stairs to change into something more appropriate, a skirt and a blouse. My hair tie is pink with yellow tip, it makes me look cute. I call Kate to ask if she's close by.

"Ah shit Ellie, I'm not sure I'll be able to even come home today. The assignment is due tomorrow, sorry!" She apologizes.

"It's okay." I reply it's always okay. Then I disconnect the door.

"You know the cold outside is harsh." Kaden says leaning against the door frame, his presence instantly makes my room much smaller, and the way his eyes run over my exposed legs makes me swallow.

"I—I am not staying out long, I'll just.."

"Let me give you a lift. Come on," he turns and leaves, I follow him packing the box.

"Than—"

"Don't." He raises a palm, I enter his car biting the inside of my cheek.

My nervousness level begins to spike up as I drum my fingers against the box.

What if they don't like it?

What if it tastes like crap?

What if they take a bite but spit it out on my face?

What am I going to do?

Warm palm and cold rings hold my thigh, my heart almost comes out my throat. "Stop doing that, it's fucking distracting!" I look down to the tattooed hand on my leg, his skin a bit darker than mine, I should throw his hand away. I mean he has tattoos and he is touching me! "Your donuts tastes fine." He mumbles staring out the window.

"What if they don't like it and throw it at my face?" I whisper.

Kaden looks at me before replying. "If they treat you disrespectfully I'll beat the shit out of them," his palm is still on my thigh and it's making it hard to think, I don't think he even realizes that he is moving his hand up and down my leg.

His palm is rough against mine, it's a good feeling, and his words? They give a tiny bit of assurance, they might not like it but at least they'll dare not treat me disrespectfully.

We arrive at the cafe and I go down so does Kaden, "You don't have to follow me." I say.

"I'm not." Yet he is behind me, and pushes the door open for me to enter.

I send them a text informing them of my presence, and when they describe themself I move closer as I see the lady. Her eyes instantly move to the bigger figure a few feet away from me, red tint appears on her cheeks.

"Hi," I say placing the box in front of her. She smiles nervously at me before opening the box and taking a donut.

She smiles even wider. "God this is heavenly." Now it's my turn to smile, my worries vanish immediately. "Oh, sorry." She pays me and I wave before moving to order for my famous pink drink.

When I'm done I step out and so does Kaden, "I should have ordered a drink for you, do you also want a pink drink?"

Kaden face twists to disgust, "That shit looks disgusting. Let's go," he urges me to his car, I enter not minding his crude statement about my pink drink.

We got home and when I get down Kaden drives off without informing where he is going and frankly I don't care, we've spent too much time with each other. I'm sure Kate wouldn't be happy when she hears that.

It's already night time and nobody is home yet, concluding nobody will be coming home tonight I go down to the living room in my pink shirt and blue shorts, a bottle of wine on the table, and a glass in my hand, and the lights dimmed.

My mind is clouded, so when I feel my thoughts wandering to all the wrong things in my life I take the glass to my lips. I'm so caught up in distracting myself that I don't hear the front door open, I don't have to turn to know who it is. The cologne does that for me.

"Who made you fucking sad?"

A lazy smile crawls to my lips. "Why? You'll beat them with your bat again?" I'm already tipsy, I can tell from the certain drawl in my voice.

"I fucking will." when he walks away I expected him to leave and not return, but instead he comes to the couch with a glass and pours a drink for himself.

"That's the first time I saw David in so much pain." I tell him, he is relaxed beside me, it shouldn't hurt to have a drink with Kate's brother, it's nothing intimate.

"David? Who the fuck names their kid David? Why the fuck did you date a guy named David?" He grimaced, a tiny laugh leaves my lips at the look in his eyes.

I dare say I catch a ghost of smile on his lips as he takes the glass to his lips, my eyes run over him. He is in a white shirt and black slacks, the first three buttons are undone, and the silver chain makes his eyes pop even more.

How can someone look effortlessly good? The sleeves of the shirt are rolled up and I force myself not to stare at the tattoos on his arm, even though there's a bit of ink peeking out the shirt.

"I understand why he cheated anyway." I sighed taking a drink again.

"There's no justification to why someone would break another person's trust, Ellie." Ellie, he should say my name again.

"There is, I mean, have you seen me? I'm boring okay maybe not entirely boring, but I am ugly naked. One time, he walked in on me changing, I saw his eyes, he didn't look pleased, I have this ugly stretch marks—"

"Show me," Kaden says his eyes show complete interest. he isn't ask he is demanding but still leaves room for me to refuse. "Show me the parts you think make you not pretty enough." He presses on when reluctance flashes in my eyes.

"Okay, don't act too surprised if you aren't pleased." I try to joke, to ease up the tension in the room. Kaden doesn't laugh only his eyebrows crease.

There's something else in air; it's dark and intimate. Kaden's presence makes the living room even smaller, the look in his eyes has my heart running a fast race.

A tiny voice in my head, probably the part that isn't affected by the drinks; tells me to leave, it reminds me that this wrong.

But the bigger part, the drunk part puts a gag over that tiny's voice.

He wouldn't be able to see anyway, the room is a bit dark. Maybe the alcohol has worked its way into my head because I pull off the top, he doesn't make a move only taking big gulps of his drink, I pull down my shorts and step out of it.

Now I'm standing in my mismatched underwear and I silently curse myself for my poor choice.

So I cross my arms over my pink bra. Who am I kidding? He can see everything, every imperfection, every ugly mark, I have these ugly stretch marks, they don't blend with my skin they stuck out like a big toe.

I get people have stretch marks but why couldn't mine blend with my skin? Why do I have to receive the purple slash brown ones?

It's ugly, and I feel so stupid standing half naked in front of a man.

Kaden drops his glass not breaking eye contact with me even as he holds my waist and pulls me closer to him, he lowers his head and presses his wet and cool lips to leave against a line on my thigh close to my clothed clit.

I gasp.

"Every mark, every stretch line compliments your beauty, Ellie. Not even a starry sky comes close to your beauty," he says looking deeply into my eyes.

Stormy grey into honey browns, my lips part.

Then kisses another line, his other hand moves down the back of my knee, I almost fall but he holds me up as my knees touches the couch.

Now, I'm straddling him, and my chest rise and fall only pushing my boobs close to his face, he doesn't look bothered, in fact, the look in his eyes is close to lust. It makes me feel somehow, but it's a good kind of somehow.

Like, it is unbelievable I have a man like Kaden stare at me with a lust-filled gaze.

This is the most naked I have ever been in front of anybody, his palm is on the curve of my back as he dips his head down a bit and kisses a line on my boobs, it sends even more shocks of electricity through my body.

I feel my pantie damp, my insides twists, my breathing labored, my eyes almost closing, I imagine how good it would feel to have his lips wrap around one of my buds, how good it would feel to have his rough palms cup my boobs, how his hands would feel all over my body.

Lord, this is bad.

But I can't have that, I can't feel that because at the end of the day. Kaden is Kate's brother and I made a promise to her.

Yet, I can't deny how it takes only one kiss, a few words to have my thoughts wander that far.

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