Superstar's Girlfriend for Six Months

4. We were dating?

Elena's Point of View

I was angry, sad, frustrated, embarrassed, and all the other negative things you can name. After coming home last night, I locked myself in the bathroom and showered for God knows how long. I wanted to wash off all his filthy touch from my body. I was cursing myself for letting him touch me for that long. How could I be that stupid and careless?

While self-loathing and angry tears rolled down my cheeks, I rubbed all over my body, emptying my bottle of body wash. But how can I erase these bite marks and bruises he has left all over my neck and shoulder. Even more than that, how can I erase the mental picture of that traumatic moment from my mind?

Every time Saint's arrogant face appeared in my mind, I punched the bathroom wall as strongly as possible. My knuckles started to bleed after some time, but I didn't care.

I did nothing… Fu**ing nothing to deserve to be treated like this. I was just doing my job, and those bastards intentionally dragged me into that mess. They fu**ing humiliated me. That motherfu**er Saint, he tried to steal my virginity which I have protected for this long for the person I fell in love with.

I didn't regret the slap I gave Saint; he deserves much more than that. All I worried about was that I couldn't slap him more.

I am not someone who would let any injustice slip. I started earning and taking care of my family when I was just 14 years old. Since then, I have been bullied, humiliated and hurt physically. Back then, I was a timid girl and endured all the injustices thinking it was my fate. I cried myself to sleep every single night because of how much suffering other people had caused me. However, I made no effort to oppose anyone. I allowed them to torture me.

People used the fact that I was innocent as an excuse to make my life miserable. They continued to hurt me beyond what words could explain, even though I had done nothing to deserve it.

But after a while, I understood that I couldn't continue in that manner.

I realized that they would torment me much more if I remained silent. So I made the decision to defend myself. Regardless of the consequences, I started to speak up against injustices. After that, I stopped allowing other people to humiliate or bully me. When I feel I can't stand up to someone who consistently abuses or degrades me, I just hide from them. I applied the same strategy to Saint. But I couldn't simply get away from him because of my fate.

There was nothing more I wanted at that moment than teaching a good lesson to that fu**ing a**hole for how he tried to ra*e me. But I knew with all his fame, power and wealth, I couldn't go against him.

They will somehow blame me even if I go to a police station. I know how the law in this country works. The law always bends to the people with power and wealth.

Trying to go against Saint would be like digging my grave, and I couldn't afford to do that. I have to take care of my mom. Now I am jobless too. I must pay the rent and buy my mom's medicine within the next week. I have a serious problem to deal with than wasting my time on an arrogant a**hole.

Therefore, when I came out of the bathroom after my long shower, I decided to forget what had happened for the time being and move on with my life. It doesn't mean I will forget everything. I will never ever do that.

I know one day I will get a chance… A chance to treat Saint with his own medicine and on that day I will be the happiest on the earth…

I know avoiding and hiding from Saint is damn hard since we study at the same university. Still, I decided to do my best to hide from him and his fu**Ign friends. I won't do anything to provoke them by any means. I will just wait for the right moment…

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The following day, I left for college. I would have liked to take the day off, but I have to attend an important guest lecture today. Additionally, staying home would offer me more time to reflect and repeatedly immerse myself in the same mental trauma. I hastened to the cafeteria as soon as I arrived at the campus entrance. My eyes were puffy and difficult to keep open from weeping and lack of sleep. Just to keep myself up for today, I need to have some caffeine in my system.

People were looking at me and whispering to one another as I waited in line for my coffee. This didn't start at the cafeteria; some people stared at me while riding the bus.

I was pretty uncomfortable because of the unwelcome attention I was getting. I stay away from situations when I'm in the limelight as much as I can. The one event I could not avoid was being acknowledged for my academic excellence. Other than that, in my entire life, I was not someone who received much attention.

Today, though, I was puzzled as to why everyone was looking at me. I even opened my front camera and took a look at myself.

Yes, with my pale complexion and swollen eyes, I do really resemble a zombie. My hair is also a disaster. But it can't be why people stare at me and talk in whispers.

I tried my best to neglect those stares and mind my own business.

After grabbing my cup of coffee and a sandwich to eat, I took a seat in the cafeteria. I could take just a bite when Sam suddenly ran towards me.

He stared at me for a few seconds like he had seen me for the first time. Then he took a seat next to me and looked into my eyes.

"Can you please tell me what happened last night that made you quit Elite?" he asked.

"Nothing!" trying to keep my calm, I replied. Sam also works in Elite. So there is a high chance he knows something about last night. That must be the reason he wants to learn more.

"Am I not your bestfriend? Why are you lying to me?" This time, Sam's voice sounded hurt.

"Because even if I were, to tell the truth, there is nothing that people like you and me who are poor and helpless can do to change it. I've decided to put last night behind me and go on with my life." I said firmly.

"I don't think you can forget it that easily. Have a look at this clip! It has gone viral!" then Sam said, letting out a sigh.

I looked at him confusedly. What clip?

Then he handed over his phone to me.

I wanted to dig a pit and bury myself alive when I saw what was recorded there. I had no idea who recorded this or how they managed to do this, but it was a video clip of last night in the bathroom. When Saint tried to rap* me!

Now I understand the meaning of all the gazes I received since the morning.

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Saint's Point of View

I was in our living room, resting my aching head on the sofa. Besides me, there were Jaden and Kyle.

"What the fu** Have you done, Saint? How could you let your guards down like this? You have never touched a woman without consent, so what happened last night?" our assistant band manager Phil, yelled at me.

I have already been scolded and insulted by my parents for hours now. Not just me, but the other two guys also got scolded because they couldn't prevent me from acting all crazy.

Today, I even woke up with my mom scolding me for what I did last night. Honestly, I don't have a clear memory of what happened last night. I remembered that girl spilling the drink on my boot, and I was arguing with her. I vividly remembered how she slapped me. Even now, I could feel my anger and frustration at that moment. But after that, everything seemed a bit unclear.

I slightly remember entering the bathroom and seeing her half-naked figure… What happened afterwards was not stamped on my memory, but now I can recall what happened after watching that damn clip!

Who was brave enough to film that in the first place?

"Saint!!! Answer me!!!" Phil screamed again as I was lost in my thoughts.

"She irritated me to my guts! I wanted to teach her a lesson!" I said ignorantly.

"Now tell me, who has learned a lesson? You fu**ing dig your own grave!"

Without replying to him, I just shut my eyes tightly. My head is so close to exploding, and these guys are making it worse for me…

Phil kept on scolding us for God knows how long. He stopped scolding us when my parents and Danny, our band manager, returned to the living room.

"Saint… We discussed this with Jaden's and Kyle's parents too. Also, we discussed it with Danny and Phil too. After all the discussions, we made a decision." my mom said.

"This decision is not negotiable at all. You must do what we ask you to do because there is no other way out for you now." my dad said firmly.

I didn't even try to argue. I was just exhausted from everything that had happened since yesterday. Also, I knew one thing for sure. I can never win an argument with my parents. They will always put their parent's cards and win!

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Elena's Point of View

I was in the corner of the library, hiding from the people.

The stares I received from everyone were unbearable to me. Some even dared to question me about what transpired. Some individuals attempted to be sympathetic, while others expressed resentment and fury against me.

Since I've just recently gotten to know Saint, I've realized how adored he is among his followers. Even though I'm the victim, they don't think twice about blaming me. They believe their Saint is actually a Saint who doesn't commit any sin. Some even went so far as to refer to me as a wh*re!

I don't need to explain how irritated and enraged I was. These are all that a**hole's mistakes. He lost self-control, and I now am suffering.

I saw two men wearing all black approaching me when I pretended to read a book.

They walked towards me and stood on either side of my chair, refraining me from moving.

"Ma'am…" one of them talked to me politely.

"Who the hell are you?" I almost yelled scaredly.

"Don't be scared. Please come with us. We are here to help you escape the problem you are facing…."

"What problem?" I asked, trying to be ignorant. There is no way I could go with two strangers.

"You know what the problem you're facing right now is. Don't think you will be able to hide forever. This issue can create lots of trouble for you. But we are here to help you. So please come with us."

"How can I trust you? I don't know any of you!" I said, trying to stand up.

But one of them held my hand.

"Ma'am… Please cooperate… this is for your own good!"

"I don't fu**ing trust you! Let me go, or I will scream!" I growled, trying to release my hand from his grip.

"Elena!" With a firm voice raised behind us, breaking the library's silence, I quickly turned around.

It was Saint's friend, Kyle. He walked towards us and stopped in front of me.

"Elena… Please come with us. Both you and Saint have to cooperate now to get out of this problem." he said calmly.

"It was your friend who created this issue. So why do I have to cooperate?" I asked angrily.

"How was your day today?" Kyle asked calmly. Though Kyle is also very handsome like Saint, he is more polite than that a**hole.

"Could you bear all those stares and those harsh words? Do you think you can hide forever? You are yet to face the real situation. When Saint's die-hard fans get to know about you, no one can predict what will happen."

He calmly explained to me the actual situation I am facing right now. Finally, I decided that I should go with them. I can't put myself at risk. My mom only has me!

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I was sitting in the living room of Saint's house, or I would rather say mansion. No need to say I have never set foot in such a luxurious place before.

Saint, Kyle and Jaden were also sitting with me. Saint's parents and their band managers were sitting in front of us.

First, Mr Danny explained to us the situation we are currently in.

"Miss Elena, we understand Saint is more responsible for what happened than you. But if you two don't work together now, none of you can get away. People will blame you even if it is Saint's fault too."

I didn't say anything. Saint's parents and managers were intimidating, and that atmosphere scared me.

"After several discussions, we think the best way to solve this issue is to…" his mom paused and looked at Saint and me.

"Admit that you two are dating, and it was just a little dispute between you." when she completed her sentence, Saint nor I could keep quiet but scream.

"What?"

"We were dating? In what universe?" Saint yelled.

"The story should be like this…" then, without giving any attention to our screams, his mother continued to talk…