Chapter Three

RICA'S POV

I walked away from her feeling happy but the guilt overcame me. I had promised Whitney I would never fall for any girl after her so I had to stop liking the girl who reminded me of Whitney .I walked into my first class of the day which was music. Our music assignment was due for today. I sat at the back of the class listening to how do you sleep by Sam Smith the song I was to sing. I saw Mr. Dante walking in class and realized class was about to start. I took of my earphones and sat straight looking at him. He greeted us all and they all responded as I just stared at him. He started talking and said, "I hope all of you are ready to sing my nostalgia assignment because the first two will get tickets to watch a movie and I whole week at a fancy hotel," everyone gasped and he ordered for silence and the singing started. Mr. Dante started calling names one by one the first people to sing sang songs that didn't touch me but the song that Jonathan sang made me feel like crying. He sang secret love song by little mix.

We keep behind closed doors every time I see you I die a little more stolen moments that we steal as the curtains fall it will never be enough

I looked at him after he was done and he said it was because in his life he has seen the LGBT kids being scared of loving each other because of what people might think or say but they show their love even behind closed doors. It reminded of the time I had opened up to my parents about Shanry and I was at the receiving end of their anger they slapped me so hard I couldn't look at my own reflection in the mirror. I shook my head trying to get over my bad memories and smiled at Jonathan who I didn't notice was sitting next to me before he sang. When he sat I squeezed his hand to show him support. Usually I was not touchy with boys but he was different. The next song was sang by the boy I met from the hallway You are the reason by Calum Scott. It was nice but still no one would go to an extend of crossing the ocean for me but he sang nice. When I was called last and I sang everybody was almost in tears how do you sleep by Sam Smith. "Why did you sing that song Mr Dante asked?" I looked at him and felt the ache that always hunted me when Whitney died I loved her and I still do and some part of me believed she was still alive. "I loved someone and the person died promised me that the person was never going to leave me that's why to me how do you sleep has a very different meaning, "I replied. I went and sat down at my sit staring at empty space I knew how much it hurt when she died. It was like my world had died with her I could no longer feel a care in the world I was so lost in grieving I forgot what happened around me. Every instinct in my body that time screamed for me to commit suicide but I couldn't bring myself to do it I wasn't that sort of person who opted for suicide as a way out. I couldn't believe that she was gone but I made a decision and the best option was to let her go and I did just that. The bell rang signaling the end of the lesson and I took my bag and walked out. I was no longer in the mood to continue with classes for the rest of the day so I went home instead. I got home and found Angeline not there. I went to my room and changed into shorts and a sports bra with my black adidas shoes on. I wasn't planning to run or at the time but to go to the park and when evening reached I would run back home.

I got downstairs and was met with Bailey who used to be my father's personal assistant. "Miss , do you need anybody to accompany you ?"He asked. I nodded my head no and continued down the staircase. As soon as I was out of the gate I put on my hoody and plugged earphones and turned on my playlist as I jogged down the street letting the music carry me. I got to the park without much difficulty thanks to my GPS app. It was nearly nighttime but I couldn't care less .The memories of the day flashed and how I sang but did I really miss Whitney that much. She was my life after all so it was normal for me to miss her and I couldn't stop loving her. But why had the girl I kissed earlier felt like Whitney. As soon as I had that thought I quickly dismissed it .It was impossible for her to be alive. I lay my head on the bench I was sitting on and fell asleep. I felt a hand on my thigh and I woke up to find that I was surrounded by five men. I wanted to scream but my mouth was covered it couldn't be happening to me again. Tears stung my eyes as they threatened to make their way down but I couldn't cry I would not give them the chance to see that I'm weak .I bit the hand that covered my mouth and quickly stood up. I stood in a position of ready to attack mode. They all laughed at me as I just stared at them. I gathered enough courage to form words and I asked, "What do you want from me?" It was quite obvious what they wanted but I had to stall them in order to think of a plan. A boy who looked like he was eighteen stepped forward and put his hand under my chin and lifted it saying, "You sweetheart." I stepped back and ended sitting on the bench. Tears that I had held back finally cascaded down my cheek's. "Sweetheart if you cooperate it will only be me if you don't all of them plus me will ravish you, " he hissed. I was petrified, and my mind went back to when I was six.