Punk In Love's

Crack

Abigail's face clouded as she returned to her apartment. He appeared to be locked up after deciding not to approach Chelsea in his studio. What he saw there was a bad thing that he didn't expect Chelsea to do to him. Chelsea betrayed him. Abigail walked to the minibar restlessly, took a bottle of brandi and poured it into a glass filled with ice cubes in the shape of a ball inside. With a cynical look at the apartment window, in the sip of the drink up the toilet. His mind was recalling scene after scene that he had seen happening inside that studio.

After finishing his meeting with several photographers who will take part in the photography exhibition, Abigail took the initiative to directly pick up Chelsea at La Plancha without telling Chelsea his intention to go there. Upon arriving at La Plancha Abigail accidentally sees Peter there. Regardless of what they do, Abigail does not know because the distance she stands is still quite far with the Chelsea studio, moreover the presence of several coconut trees neatly lined up to make her presence disguised from the direction of the studio.

But even so, his eyes can see several times Chelsea seemed to avoid Peter, his face looks riled. Abigail was about to go straight to Chelsea, worried something had happened that caused Chelsea's face to look like holding back emotions. But when he was about to step, he suddenly undoes his intentions. Both eyes wide open to see clearly Peter hugging and kissing Chelsea, it was aggravated again with the response Chelsea seemed silent did not refuse the hug and kiss that Peter gave him. Chelsea seemed to be enjoying what Peter was doing to him.

Instantly, anger rubbed Abigail right then and there, she clenched her hands tightly until her knuckles turned white. With wide strides and full of dark aura, Abigail left La Plancha without looking back at the Chelsea studio.

Abigail tightened her grip on the brandy glass that had been exhausted. His heart was heated by bad thoughts about the closeness of Chelsea and Peter. Without tears falling down his jaw. Abigail's heart was broken into pieces. The hope of his relationship with Chelsea is gone, his wish to be able to always live alone with the woman is extinct, like a kite broke. Adrift carried by the current.

What the hell are they doing? What is Chelsea really hiding from him? How could Chelsea betray him after so long a relationship with him?

Abigail was still staring intently at the silent view of the artificial lake opposite her apartment. His hand rubbed rough tears that fell crying over Chelsea's betrayal. His heart really felt pain, so that the two legs that had been standing were weak and trembling. Like being pierced by a thousand sword blades simultaneously, the pain struck right in his heart. Abigail was sprawled, in an endless sea of disappointment.

Prangs!

The glass fragment that he had been holding floated freely hit the mirror hanging on the side of the room. Shards of glasses and mirrors scattered on the floor. Abigail kalut's. She squeezed her hair tightly, hoping that what she saw was just a dream in broad daylight. His breathing was blocked and his knees suddenly sagged, forcing him to sit weakly on the cold floor. As forcefully as possible, he tried to hold back the sobs that wanted to come out of his mouth. His hands patted hard on his chest that felt tight. Hope it will ease the pain in his chest. Collapse was already his world, when his mind re-imagined the woman he loved betraying behind his back.

That hug?!

That kiss?!

What does all that mean?!

"Chelsea... " Abigail muttered softly to endure the pain in her heart. He felt like there was a gaping hole in there.

Abigail tried to get back on her feet with her legs still limp. I don't know what that has to do with Chelsea. He was helpless to feel the betrayal of the one he truly loved. He tried to walk to his bed. He wanted to break down his body that felt powerless once in a while.

Drrr... Drrtt...

The ringing of the cell phone woke him from the grudge. Abigail got up to see who contacted her. His eyes were fixed on the Chelsea name on the mobile screen. The tears fell slowly. Abigail regained her body, covering both her eyes with her arms. He refused to answer his lover's call. He's not ready.

Drrr... Drrrr...

The phone rang again, after it died because it was not picked up by Abigail. He again ignored the call, this time without looking at the screen of his phone. At the moment Abigail only wanted to be alone, contemplating the thing that stifled her chest. He is not ready to meet Chelsea face to face. Or even hear her voice. He was afraid he could not control his emotions when he saw his woman. However, Abigail did not want to hurt Chelsea with her anger.

"Peters.. " Abigail growled at the name of the man who was the cause of the pain he felt. His eyes flashed with a dense killing intent.

Peter must feel the pain he felt. He is the cause of all this. Before his arrival, Abigail and Chelsea had a very good relationship. But when Peter was present, everything broke. Chelsea dared to betray him because of the damned man.

But Abigail had to teach Peter a lesson. His heart would not be satisfied if he did not avenge the pain of being betrayed to him.

***

The reddish twilight sun shone through the gap of the coconut leaves that swayed in rhythm. Chelsea still stands on the terrace of his studio. Moments after the hug, Chelsea asked Peter to leave. Initially reluctant to leave Chelsea, Peter still wanted to spend time with the woman. But Chelsea said it was likely Abigail would come to pick him up. It managed to make Peter inevitably step foot from there. Even in his heart, Peter would feel fine even if Abigail was there. But again he thought about the position of Chelsea. He would not have the heart to see Chelsea who looked worried and agitated if Abigail saw him in Chelsea's distudio.

"Chelsea, I'll be back in America soon. I hope before I come back....."

"No. I've made my decision. And that is I will remain with Abigail, my beloved." Chelsea cut off Peter's words.

Chelsea remembers her last words to Peter. His chest pains remembering that. His entire body shook with restraining the pain. He had to lie to his own feelings. Abigail, her lover was too good for her to betray.

Chelsea grinned bitterly as memories of how sweet a relationship she and Abigail had intertwined. Abigail faithfully accompanied him wherever he went. Abigail was the first person to discover her dark past in Los Angeles. Some great memory of the good times, stop like a photo album that he turned his pages back and forth one by one.

In the past he and Abigail often traveled around all places in Bali. Stay at a local house, learn to dance kecak in a dance studio. Chelsea recalled, Abigail always put on a sour face when she was asked to wear traditional Balinese women's clothing by one of the local residents they knew. Chelsea smiled in light of the moment. Abigail looks resigned when some people start dressing her up like a Balinese dancer.

Abigail can't be replaced by anyone? She loves me. He made me forget my trauma first. I shouldn't have been bad to her.

Chelsea took a breath that felt heavy. He decided to forget his feelings for Peter. Soon Peter will return to America, it means Chelsea can rearrange his heart and remove the traces of Peter's existence there.

Chelsea saw the phone he had on. Several times he tried to contact Abigail, but Abigail did not pick him up. I don't know what caused him not to pick up the Chelsea call.

"Is he still too busy to realize my calling?" Chelsea asked herself.

After closing his studio Chelsea rushed away, he stepped out of his tattoo studio while his hands were busy making pigtails on his blond hair. Chelsea decided to go straight to Abigail's apartment. And wait for Abigail there.

***

His footsteps slowed when Chelsea's eyes saw Abigail's sports bike parked in the front yard of his apartment. Chelsea's frown was astonished, was Abigail already inside? The question filled his mind.

Chelsea stopped first on the doorstep, he tried to manage his performances and his breathing. A sweet smile she tried to engrave on her tiny lips. Once enough was felt, Chelsea moved to open and push the door slowly.

"Abigail." his voice echoed in the room. His eyes traced the first floor space, looking for the figure of Abigail who was not there. The head of Chelsea immediately saw the second floor. A smile was present at the corner of his lips as his mind concluded Abigail must have been asleep.

"Abigail." Chelsea's voice faltered because he climbed the stairs in a hurry.

"What are you doing, Abigail?" Chelsea's eyes look directly at the figure of Abigail who is seen sitting leaning at the foot of the bed. His head bowed in lethargy, ignoring Chelsea's questions.

"Abigail?!" Chelsea squinted as they walked over to Abigail. "Hey, what's wrong?" Chelsea gently rubbed Abigail's stiff-looking back.

As soon as Abigail raised her head, her eyes stared intently at her lover's eyes. Chelsea looked surprised to get a sharp look from Abigail, Abigail's eyes looked red with tears visible in her eyes.

Abigail looked like a war soldier who had to accept her defeat with a body drenched in blood full of wounds.

"What are you doing behind my back, Chelsea?" the question immediately struck Chelsea's heart. Chelsea rounded her eyes, looking at Abigail in shock.

"What do you mean?" Chelsea asked in wonder. I don't know why his heart felt something bad was going to happen.

"What are you doing behind my back with that jerk?!" Abigail began to raise her voice.

"I don't understand what you mean?" Chelsea's heart pounding withstood fear.

"I saw it all Chelsea. You hugged and kissed that guy in your studio this afternoon" Abigail said.

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