Francesca threw things around, screaming like a maniac.
Kishley and Michael had to hide to avoid getting hit.
'She even has the nerve to throw a tantrum in someone's house. Did she even go through puberty?' Michael fumed to himself.
Kishley was staring daggers at Francesca as she recorded her tantrum and everything.
Finally, Chase had enough.
He raised his voice and grabbed Francesca by the wrist.
He dragged her out and called the bodyguards to take her.
Kishley ran to the driver and told him to take her to the mental hospital.
Hearing this, Francesca screamed and tried to escape banging on the car window.
Chase stormed to his room and slammed the door.
He sat on his bed feeling frustrated.
Thinking back and forth if Amanda hated him now after that time.
Ring
He answered his phone promptly.
"Hello?" He answered,
"Chase, please talk to me. Don't hang up or I'll jump!" She threatened.
"Jump from where?" He demanded,
"Chase, you don't have to do this to me. Look, I'm sorry I cheated. It's because you were too busy and whenever we were together, everyone just looks at us like we weren't suitable for each other. I never let it come into my mind, but I just wanted you to know. Even after all I've done, I still care for you. Even a molecule of problem, I would always be there. Why do you think among all the other boys, I only set my eyes on you. I understand that you'll never love me the same, but I needed my mother. My dad's business isn't enough to cover the expenses and she only has me to rely on." Francesca said, sobbing.
Chase stood silent for a while.
He only met Francesca because of the contract.
When they met, she was a cheerful kind of girl that'll make you laugh onto your knees.
She was sweet even though she was spoiled.
They would've had a perfect relationship.
Loyalty, commitment, and trust.
Those three things lacked in their relationship.
By far, it was Chase's first relationship with a girl.
He did his best and so did she.
The two just didn't have the kind of chemical reaction.
"I am not going to change my mind. But still, if you need my help I'll be there for you. As a friend." Chase hung up.
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Francesca slumped down.
She was standing on the rooftop of the hospital.
She thought about their good times which wasn't that many.
'Seems the people were right. We aren't compatible.' She smiled a little.
She looked at the early dawn.
For a long time, she felt nice.
She was free.