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Um, hi again. Can you believe that this is only my second entry and yet so much has happened? It's another long story, so I will start from the beginning.
You remember in my first entry I said that I was dating Tyson to gain positive publicity for the BBA but secretly seeing Miguel behind the scenes? Well, a few days after that entry I decided that enough was enough. I wasn't going to take it any more and tried to break it off with Tyson.
The last straw was when he threatened me with a knife because I wouldn't make him a sandwich.
Miguel wanted to come with me. He was worried about me. He is always worried about me, but I decided that it would be better that he didn't go. And I'm glad that he didn't.
Why? Well, because Tyson…he attacked me. Apparently, he grabbed me and threw me against a brick wall. The doctors says I hit my head and fell into a coma. I was in a coma for about two weeks.
Being in a coma…it's hard to explain. It felt like I was dreaming, but ever now and again I could hear Miguel's voice coming through. I would sometimes hear the others as well. They kept apologizing over and over again. I remember wanting so badly to wake up and tell them that whatever it is they are apologizing for that it wasn't their fault.
It didn't feel like two week had passed, but everyone kept saying that it did. I believe them, really, I do, it's just hard to comprehend that so much time had passed and I don't really remember any of it.
I don't recall much of the initial attack either, but it was all caught on camera. And I've seen it. It came to be quite a shock to me to tell you the truth. I didn't realizes how effortlessly Tyson was able to throw me around. He had always been a little on the rough side, but it never occurred to me how bad he really was treating me.
I always thought that, you know, it was my fault somehow. It usually is, but Miguel and the others are trying to convince me that what Tyson did to me was not my fault in anyway. I don't know, maybe there was something I did or could have done to prevent this.
After wakening, I was unable to walk properly. Something to do with the muscles in my legs becoming stiff from laying down for too long, and the fact that I lost so much weight that my body was attacking the muscles for energy. It's complicated. They wanted me to be in wheelchair for a while. I insisted that I didn't need it though, as people would look at me with pity and guilt in their eyes. I didn't want them to be concerned, so I started walking again, which was a little difficult, to tell you the truth. I could only walk a short distance though, as I tired easily. I hated being so tired. I would be in the middle of a conversation and then I would drop off. Thankfully, I'm over that now. It certainly was annoying, I can tell you. Fortunately, Miguel never left my side.
I love him so much, but I can't help but feel guilty for worrying him so much.
He tells me that he feels guilty because he wasn't there to protect me, to help me when I needed it the most. He's so sweet.
The Blitzkrieg boys are much the same. They're acting more and more like body guards or overly protective older brothers, scaring off anyone who even looks like they might be working with the media. They've never really liked the media to begin with.
They know about my relationship with Miguel, and they have no problem with it, thank goodness. I didn't want them to think he might turn out to be like Tyson, which is never ever going to happen.
I'm not as naïve as most people think, I know when someone is just using me, like Tyson was in an effort to get more publicity for himself. I knew from the very beginning that our relationship was merely one of convenience, nothing more. There certainly was no romantic love or interest there at all.
However, with Miguel, I can't sense or see any of that from him. He knows that I am now one of the riches people on the face of this planet, but he doesn't care. He knew I was rich before we started seeing each other, and he doesn't care at all.
"It isn't about the money," he told me once. "I'm in love with you for who you are, not what you have."
When you love someone so much, is it possible to fall even more in love with them? Yes, I can firmly say, it is possible. You know you have something incredible happening when you continually fall deeper in love with them.
I'm sorry, that sounded so mushy, didn't it? If anyone should read this, they'd have a heart attack, I'm certain.
I am now living with him, in his family's resort in Spain, and I simply love it here. Miguel's family are amazing. They're so supportive of me and Miguel. They promised me that no personnel from the media will be allowed inside the resort and none of the holiday makers will bother me. It's so nice what they're doing for me, but I hope I'm not causing too much trouble. Miguel assures me that I'm not though.
They gave us the master suite up on the very top floor. It's a private floor, so no one other than the staff are allowed up there, and they rarely do venture up here.
The resort staff are also very nice. The chef, Mr. Sanchez is, how can I put this, very flamboyant. He loves to cook and always has something cooking on the stove. He is also very educated on the healing properties of food, and since I'm on a high protein and carbohydrate diet, he always makes sure that he has only the freshest ingredients.
He also likes to prance around the kitchen. Yeah, that's right, prance. I've never seen a more amusing sight than watching him prance around the industry size kitchen with a wok in one hand and a dinner plate in the other. He certainly livens up the place when he serves the food.
But, my favorite type of food is the ones that Miguel cooks for me in the kitchenette in our penthouse like room. I love being in there with him, helping him. I tend to eat more when I do, and that makes Miguel happy.
I'm slowly returning to my normal body weight, but I'm still ungodly thin to others. Hey, this is normal for me, I've never been able to gain any more weight than this.
The Blitzkrieg boys followed us here to Spain, as did Miguel's team, who managed to form some sort of a bond over the two weeks I was in a coma. They stayed for about two week, before they had to go back home to their own personal lives. The children from the Abbey -which is now completely under the Blitzkrieg boys management- need them, so they had to return.
I asked Tala to say "Hi" to them for me and to say thanks for all the get well cards they sent me. That was very thoughtful of them, especially since the cards were all hand made. I still have them with me.
Anyway, it's nice to get out of Japan for a while. Don't get me wrong, I still love the country, I just need to get away for a while. Get away from Tyson.
I know it's crazy, but I've decided to forgive him. The others think I'm crazy, but I feel it's the only way I can fully move on. I need him out of my life. I need to forget about him.
Even though I've forgiven him, I can't be friends with him anymore. I just can't. Maybe one day, but in the foreseeable future it's not going to happen.
I don't hear much of him anymore. I hear that he is getting professional help that he needs and that the BBA is paying for it as the Grangers don't have that kind of money to throw around. Other than that, he's been keeping a low profile. But Mr. Dickinson tells me that he's doing well.
It's strange, I want nothing to do with Tyson, but I can't abandon the Grangers. Bruce, Gramps, Hiro, they've all been so nice to me. I understand it must be difficult for them. Gramps told me once that he sees me -and the others- as surrogate grand kids. And I've known Bruce for years, even before I met Tyson. Bruce works for the BBA, gathering information on Bitbeasts. He's just an amazingly friendly guy, to everyone. Hiro, sure I find him annoying sometimes, but I must admit he does know a lot about Beyblade and has some invaluable information regarding Beyblade tactics.
I try to keep in contact with them, but I know it's incredibly uncomfortable for them. For me as well. I'm the reason why their son/brother/grandson is seeking professional help, whose life is no practically ruined.
I keep in contact with Max whenever I can, often with phone calls and emails. I'm relieved to see that he is slowly returning to normal. He is even starting to complain that Daichi -who is now living with him- won't stop talking. He even talks in his sleep. I share a few words with the monkey, but he still can't seem to comprehend how a phone works. Max is thinking about heading to America for a couple of days, to see his mother. It seems the recent events had prompted Judy into becoming more of a mother than a scientist. I'm glad things are starting to look up again for Max, I just hope it lasts. I've never really liked Judy, I put up with her for Max's sake, but sometimes she reminds me of Tyson, for some reason, I don't know.
I hear from Ray quite often, despite him being in his village. He tells me that he's planning to stay in the village for a bit, before heading out into the 'real' world again. He said something about Mystel being there and wanting to know what he has seen. The only way we can really communicate is through letters. I don't mind. It's nice to get something personal like a handwritten letter rather than receiving an email or phone call. A letter I can keep with me.
Speaking of email, I receive an email from Kenny everyday. He tells me the latest news on Beyblade and new rumors regarding new rules or whatever. He also tells me that the BBA are planning a get together a few months from now. It's going to be a little awkward with everyone there, knowing what happened, but it has to be done sooner or later. I just hope my health returns to normal so they won't fuss over me.
Gwad, it's embarrassing when people stare at me like I'm some fragile, porcelain doll. That's how everyone treated me after waking from the coma. Like they were afraid to touch me in case they hurt me. Miguel says that guilt has something to do with it as well.
Thankfully, Robert treated me as normal. I'm glad that I managed to keep in contact with him all those years ago now. I hear from him quite often these days, just for a chat or to talk about a business deal he's having second thoughts over. It's nice to know nothing has changed between us. I hear from Johnny, too, but only when he's at Robert's. Something about his place being an insane asylum or something.
I hear from the Blitz boys everyday, just checking up on me, making sure the media or anyone else isn't bothering me too much. Heaven help them if anyone does. They shouldn't worry too much, they'd be the first to know if the media was hounding me again. Sometimes the kids would steal the phone from them and quickly tell me something amusing that had happened, much to either Bryan or Ian's annoyance.
I swear, Bryan and Ian gets into more trouble than the kids do!
I also keep in contact with Hilary. She tells me everything the gossip magazines are saying, whether it's about me or about one of the others. Currently, though, there is a article about my relationship with Miguel. The media doesn't have the official word, but apparently, to some body language experts, we're together and very serious about each other.
They have no idea.
Let them think what they want. I really couldn't care less. I'm living with Miguel, deeply in love with him and couldn't be happier.
I suppose we should issue an official statement to the press soon, just so we can get them off our backs for a while. There is only so many times one can be asked the same question about a particular topic, isn't it?
My publicist -who is an old friend of mine and now working as Miguel's publicist as well- says it'll be a good idea for us to become official. He says that even though there will be countless offers for interviews, the stress of having to hide our love will significantly weaken. Plus, it should improve my health, according to him.
You know what? I think I will issue that official statement soon. But I think we should tell everyone before they hear it elsewhere. I don't care what the media sees, or anyone else for that matter. I'll kiss Miguel any time I want, whenever I want. I'm not going to hide anymore nor am I going to pretend. I don't have to. I love Miguel and he loves me, that's all that matters.
It's an amazing feeling living with someone you can't live without.
It's also amazing how much of a sap I've turned into, isn't it? I've never been the type to write down my feelings like this, let alone talk about them, but now I find it so easy. Especially when I'm talking with Miguel or about him. I've practically told him everything, and if there is something I haven't told, its due to the fact that I've forgotten about it.
I think Tala can vouch for me on that.
Oh, right, you don't know. Tala is dating someone, and that someone is Claude. They got together about a week after they arrived here from Japan, and they've decide to take it slow. No one really knows about their relationship except for me, Miguel, Bryan, Spencer, Robert and Johnny. And they want to keep it that way for a while.
I have to say, everyone was quite surprise about the whole turn of events, especially how they got together. Claude made the first move.
They were having a discussion, that soon turns into a heated exchange of words. I don't know what it was about as I didn't hear the start of it. Claude suddenly went silent. Shocking everyone, especially himself, Claude suddenly framed Tala's face in his hands and kissed him right on the lips. After he pulled away, he spun around and practically ran to his room. Tala blinked a few times, before chasing after him.
And the rest is history.
It's kinda like how my relationship with Miguel started, of course theirs is not nearly as complicated and difficult as ours was.
I've really got to stop thinking about that.
Anyway, the reason why I love it so much here in Spain is that the resort is so close to the ocean.
I love the water, especially the view from our room. It looks right over the water and the sunset is amazing.
I've found myself going out a lot more than I usually do, the beach in particular. Miguel likes to surf and he's very good at it, and I like watching him, especially in his board shorts, but watching him surf those bigger waves gets me a little nervous. Last thing I want to see is him being dumped by one of those waves. Thankfully, he hasn't yet.
I'm not there by myself when Miguel goes surfing, I'm usually accompanied by Claude and the others. Tala comes as well, when he's not traveling back to Russia for business. I really hope their relationship works out.
The other beach goers leave us pretty much alone, occasionally I get the odd fan wanting an autograph, but that's about it. There are some paparazzi, which isn't surprising. I swear, most of them are like vultures, circling around, waiting. It's bizarre.
You know, I never thought this would happen to me. This life, being in love, actually glad to be alive. Never have I considered the possibility that I would be, well, happy. Despite everything I've been through, I can't help but think I'm so lucky.
I'm simply blown away by the fact that I can love someone, let alone love someone so much that I can't imagine what my life would be like without Miguel in it. He has changed my whole perspective on life, and I couldn't be more grateful.
Hmm, I suppose I should end this now, it's nearly sunset and ever since moving here, I've watched each sunset, no matter what. It's a very calming experience. I especially love it when Miguel is watching it with me.
Well, here's to a brighter future, a future I never thought I'd have.
Kai gives a small sigh as he closes his small black diary and places it on top of his desk. He stretches his arms over his head, wincing slightly when he pops a bone in his back. He places his hands on the desk and pushes himself up on his feet, swaying a little as he gets a headspin.
He places a hand on his forehead, willing the room to stop spinning, looking forward to the day where he is no longer suffering from fatigue, how ever long that may be.
He places his hand on his diary, ready to place it away in one of the drawers, but pauses. He smiles softly and shakes his head, tapping his fingers on the hard cover and leaving it out. It doesn't matter to him if Miguel reads it, there nothing he wants to keep secret in there. Nothing that Miguel doesn't already know.
Opening the large glass doors, Kai steps out onto the balcony, breathing the sea salt air, his eyes slipping close. He crosses his arms over his chest and leans on the balcony rail, opening his eyes again, gazing where the sky meets the sea. The large orange orb slowly begins to descend into the blue sapphire sea, casting the sky in an array of colors.
"It's really beautiful here," Kai whispers to himself, his hand moving to curl a strand of hair behind his ear.
"You should see it from where I'm standing."
Kai smiles openly when he feels a pair of arms wound themselves around his waist, pulling him backwards slightly, a soft kiss being place on his cheek. He sighs and sinks against the ever familiar chest, his hands resting on the strong arms. "Miguel, I thought you were busy."
"I was," Miguel tells him, tighten his arms around him. "But I dropped everything to be with you. I haven't missed a sunset yet, and I'm not going to start now."
"Hmm." Kai hums, turning around in his arms to press his lips against Miguel's. "I guess its tradition now."
"That's right, and there's going to be many more sunsets," Miguel says as he gently turns around so they can both watch the sunset without breaking their embrace. He rests his cheek on Kai's hair as Kai nuzzles his head under his chin. "I've noticed that you left your diary on the desk. Aren't you afraid someone will read it?"
"No," Kai tells him simply, pressing his lips against his again. "I have nothing to hide. Not anymore."
Miguel smiles. "Love you."
"I love you, too."
Whooo! Finished! It's almost sad, you know, but it had to end sometime, didn't it? I'm so blown away at how far this story has come, especially since it started out as a oneshot that I never thought I'd continue, but 13 chapters later, here we are. Mind boggling, isn't it?
Well, anyway, I hope I managed to get the message across that even though things seem at their darkest and no hope in sight, to just keep holding on, things will get better :3
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