The night is cold and so is my heart. I want to scream, but at the same time I don't want to. I am not happy, but I'm relieved. After returning from the hospital, and after having dinner I made myself. I haven't gotten out of bed. Because I keep replaying Liam's words, smiles and every damn expression of his today. And the last word he breathed out before I left there. “They're definitely a thing right? Evans and the… girl."No, we're not a thing!Liam you are su- The door opens with force, and I jump on my ass, because Vilda always knocks before she walks in. "Fuck, Vilda what's wrong?" I ask, snapping my head side to side to catch Vilda because she's moving around. "Uh… Do you have anything you'd like to take with you? We're leaving" She says, handing me my phone. "What were you doing with my phone?" I ask, but my voice comes out low. She ignores it anyway. "I need you to get a few things ready, we're leaving, " Vilda repeats again. "Important things though"
I take a step back… Clearly, I am not hearing things… Liam just said Scarlett… my name and not someone else's. Well he didn't technically say it. He pushed it out in a breath. But isn't that the same thing? I stare at him, hoping he would breathe out my name again. Begging his breath to make a sound, or begging my ear to maybe mishear. I see his closed eyes move and slowly, he opens them.. I take another step back. Shit… Now thinking about it. I shouldn't have come to the hospital with Craig. With Aaron being busy and the same with Evans, not wanting to be alone, I decide to come to the hospital with Craig, instead of being alone in that big house with Vilda. Worrying what might be wrong with Liam. I look around, and that's when I recall Craig leaving to talk to a nurse or whatever happened thirty minutes ago. I'm alone in the room with Liam. And I have to face him. It's weird, it's going to be crazy weird for him. Because I am not dating one of the Bond's brother
"You're pregnant…"I turn to Craig and can't help but let out a sigh when I don't know what else to say. "Yes" I nod, taking a seat. "So we went that far?" He asks, sounding like his whole life has been a lie. "Yes" "In like what? Three? Four months!" I scoff. "It was unexpected." I gulp. "We were not prepared, I wouldn't want to call it an accident… but we both kinda not expect it" - With the atmosphere completely different, Liam is awfully quiet, and sitting in front of him, it is awkward for me. I don't know why Criag told the nurse to lose his caretaker and let his 'wife' feed him instead. Because he's staring at me with those eyes and I might just… I don't know what I'd do. But he should definitely stop looking at me with those eyes. His breakfast is warm oats that look more like this really bad porridge Ginny used to make.. I help Liam place a bib around his neck, and seeing him all vulnerable and helpless, makes me tear up a bit… well almost, because he shouldn'
Lying in one of the biggest bed ever, in Darren's knight home, which I've been lying in for the past five days, feeling weird, mostly nauseous and a bit feverish, and staring at the ceiling, I roll my eyes for the one hundredth time. Because I hate feeling this way, A secret private doctor was called over about three days ago, after my symptoms got worse , and he give me some pills also informing me that it's a normal feeling for pregnant women, especially the ones with twins. It's different for most women even with twins, but they still can't get past what's coming… The doctor coming over to check my ass frightened everyone that night they circled the bed just when he started to check my pulse and shits, Craig blaming the lobsters I ate for dinner, Aaron asking if I feel any pain in my stomach, Evans trying to act like he didn't care but you could see the worry on his face, because he was constantly walking up to me and then walking away. They clearly didn't give the doctor any
Never have I ever thought that one day, I would be lying in one of the richest man's beds, with twins for his son, whom I'm falsely married to, and receiving a heartfelt confession from another man. Well here I am. And hell, I don't know what to Do. How do I react? I take a deep breath… "Do you?" He repeats his question. And I don't understand… "Why would you ask that?" I sigh. "Because you don't seem like you do. If you love Liam or even liked him. You wouldn't think about sleeping with me, now would you?" He takes a seat again. I roll my eyes, "Don't question my feelings." "Right… your feelings? And how about mine?" "I don't know…" I look around for help. I used to be so good at turning people down. I have received confessions a lot, but this. I don't know what to do about this. "I don't know what to say Evans really, I honestly don't feel the same way" I say very low. "You don't feel the same way… do you also not feel the Same way for Liam?" "Stop bringing Liam i
Liam~ Sometimes I'd wonder, what would my life be like in three years, or maybe in a year. Would I be anywhere close to the life I've always wanted? Would I be close to happiness? And what is the life I've always wanted, well growing up, I've wanted nothing more but freedom… since I've been locked up by my own father all my life. It was like I grew up in jail, a really expensive one if you ask me. And taking the decision to run away from my father and to his brother was literally the best decision I took, at a young age. Harry was the better version of my dad. With a bit of Harry's help and my father's title, I was already a millionaire six years after living with my uncle and secretly starting firms that grew. I admit that I did use my father's title at one point to get a lot of connections and help but never got his help. And when he died, he of course fixed his only son and child as the bearer of inheritance. And I really feel like I don't need it, but if his wealth was goi
Scarlett*I come out of Liam's room with Vilda and the look on her face causes me to feel stressed already. "What? What's wrong?" "I don't think I can keep this from you or anybody else anymore" She says, pulling out my phone from her pants pocket. Right, she's been holding on to my phone for a while now, preventing me from seeing the weird dead threats. "Why? Is it still the death threat? Are they still doing that to scare me?"Vilda shakes her head, handing me my phone. I grab the phone from her, almost carelessly letting it drop. Darn my sweaty hands. I gasp seeing my emails are literally covered in messages from four different people. "Been trying to block them off and placed a report, but the messages kept coming back. Ignore the messages and just read the last one."I open the last message like Vilda suggests. “The fact that you cannot run or hide, see you soon cupcake”I look up at Vilda and let out a shrug, "The fact that I can't run or hide, see me soon? What's th
Scarlett~~*What's that smell… Smells really good. I snap my eyes open and the pink ceilings above my eyes, gets me on a chokehold. Where the fuck am I? I sit up, and the lady in front of me jumps. "Oh dang, Mrs. Knight you scared me" she places her hand on her chest. "Who are you?" I ask, looking around. The room looks like a pink unicorn puked all over it. The last thing I remember is… I gasp. Ophelia, Ophe freaking Lia! I try to get out of bed, but I notice my hands are softly tied to a pink rope which is tied against the bed board railings."Who are you and where am I?" I ask the lady in the room, who's now filling two cups with chocolate tea. "I'm sorry, I'm not supposed to say anything" She doesn't look at me. I sigh. She fills the cups with tea and I watch her scurry out of the room with an aloof smile. What the hell. I turn to the ropes around my wrists, and though it looks completely harmless, it still looks like it's completely hard to take off. T