1 Chapter 1 - The Accident

KALLEA

I guess I really do have a bad luck.

I have been applying for more than five companies today. This is my fourth day of job hunting this week. Not even one company has called me for an interview and I've used up all my printed resumes. I just came out from the last company today and I came out with fingers crossed hoping my last resume could give me a last dosed of luck. Like c'mon, am I really a walking bad luck?

Prove it to me that I am not.

I bit my lip in dismay as I checked my phone for the hundredth time today. No email. No message. Not even a call. Am I not suitable for office work?

I sighed in disappointment and head back to my apartment.

My parents had abandoned me when I'm seven. I was left in the care of my auntie who passed away last year. She was kind and nice. She fulfilled the obligations of my parents who left me without explanations.

I tried asking my auntie for some information why they left me but she was so quiet about it. She was so good at avoiding the topic. I barely remember my parents. All I know was that they have the prettiest olive eyes and dark chocolate hair. I had the same features so everytime I look at the mirror I try to imagine if I was a splitting image of my mom or if my eyes were the same as my dad.

We had no relatives. We moved in the city for better opportunities when my aunt had me. She said it's for the best. I simply agreed and didn't complain anymore. She was there to give me a life and who am I to complain.

Aunt Sarah died last year in a car accident. She tried avoiding a child from being hit and end up losing control. I was lost and confused when she died so sudden. She's the only person I have.

Days later, a lawyer called telling me that Aunt Sarah left a huge sum of money for me. With that I am able to live through the year.

As soon as I reached the apartment, my phone rang. I was so excited to check if it was a company but I saw a different name instead. My excitement remained.

"Hey, bro! What's up?" I said.

I heard him hissing at me over the phone. I couldn't help but chuckle at his reaction. My boyfriend, Lyndon hates it so much every time I call him that. I somewhat understand why he doesn't like it though. He says that it doesn't feel like in a relationship whenever I say that. However, it was fun teasing him from time to time.

"You know I don't like that." He sounded hurt and irritated at the same time.

"Yes, yes. I'm sorry. So, what's up, babe?" I couldn't help but bit my lower lip and smile a little.

"Let's meet to our favorite cafe."

"Now?"

"Yes. I want to see you."

I bid my goodbye and hung up. He's totally the sweetest. He courted me for half a year and I eventually said yes because no matter how hard I push him away, he's always there.

When auntie died, he was there to comfort me. When I cry and sat lonely in the corner of my room, he would be there to hug me until I feel okay.

Lyndon Ivexon was a promising young doctor in our city. He was good in everything. I really couldn't understand why of all the girls who chase him, he chooses someone who's plain and average like me.

I tried asking him a couple of times but he said he didn't know for himself either. He said that he was attracted to me in a way that he kept looking for me. I can feel my cheeks heating up every time I think about his answer. I'm not use to hear those kinds of words unlike him who had previous relationships.

I'm 21 and he's 22 and my first ever boyfriend.

Our relationship is still new. We've been together for four months and we encountered a lot of problems already. Well, it was more of my problem actually. There are a lot of girls wanting us to split and break up and I had to quarrel with them almost every day.

It almost felt like a normal routine to receive messages from him fangirls.

I fixed myself and wore a white dress that has lace designs and little flowers sewn to it. Too simple but it's better than wearing short skirts and body hugging tops.

I didn't bother taking a cab since the cafe was near my apartment. It was a twenty-five minute walking distance. I prefer walking honestly since I always have a lot of things in mind and really love long walks.

I closed my apartment and looked once more in my reflection on my phone and began walking to the cafe.

I was walking and dialling my phone when someone bumped into me. I looked up saw a face of a very handsome man, age not far from me. He could even be mistaken to a Greek god!

His face was chiselled to perfection and his eyes were a beautiful pair of blue irises. Sharp eyes, think brows and hair toppling just above his brow bone casually. As I stare at him, sunlight reflected upon his eyes and I was stunned to see that it somewhat flashed a different color.

"Red...?" I whispered.

He moved backwards as his eyes landed on my neck. I unconsciously cover it with my hand. He looked away and curtly turned his back at me.

"Won't you say sorry?" I yelled.

I rolled my eyes and left the area. Well, he ignored me and continued walking like nothing happened. He's extremely good looking but extremely rude. He even dared to stare at my neck like a hungry beast. What is he even thinking? Is he a pervert?

I was standing on the opposite road of the cafe when I saw Lyndon. He's on his way to the café, too. Right timing! I should call him so we can go together!

"Lyndon!" I called him but he didn't look. I think he couldn't hear me so I yelled louder.

I looked up at the traffic light and saw that the countdown was about to end. It would turn red next and we can finally cross the road. I was tapping my feet in anxiousness as I watch the clock change from 3 to 2 and then finally 1.

Ding! Red light!

I immediately shouted his name. "Lyndon! Wait!"

He turned around and saw me. I crossed the road along with other people. I was smiling and skipping steps when I noticed that he's facial expressions changed.

Lyndon looks scared and anxious. He was shouting something from a far but I couldn't understand what his saying since the group of high schoolers ahead of me were noisy and they kept on blocking my sight to Lyndon.

He was waving his hand in a nervous way and began rushing fast to me. This isn't right. He never acted like this before. Why is he in distressed?

On my side, I heard a loud painful horning sound from a huge truck. My head turn at its direction and saw a truck loaded with metal scraps.

It was swerving a lot in the road, bumping the barriers including the passing cars.

My chest tightened. I couldn't breathe for a second as I saw how fast the truck was moving. I want to run but my feet could not move a single step as if I am glued on the road. Fear was spreading from the tips of my limbs.

I am scared.

Tears swelled on my eyes and rushed down to my cheeks.

All I could do was looked at Lyndon's worried and scared face in a glimpse and smiled as I accept my fate of dying.

"No! Kallea!"

I heard him shouting as the truck hit my body and flew away somewhere far. My body rolled on the road, earning some abrasions and bruises. I began to feel numb especially at my stomach. Blood was rising towards my mouth, escaping in the corner of my lips. When I looked down, I saw a sight of a metal rod piercing me.

My eyes went heavy and the last I saw was a blur image of Lyndon's crying face.