Kalia.I was about to get in the shower, when I heard the start of a car and immediately went to my window. It was Jake, he was leaving with her. He looked up and I was certain he saw me, looking at them before he drove off. I stood there for a few more seconds until his car disappeared. I looked at my empty room with an entree of breakfast food on my bed before I walked out. I needed answers. I saw his door was still open, the door to his office. I looked around, making sure no one was watching before I sneaked in and slightly closed the door. I had always wondered what his office looked like, I was not surprised at all when I found out it was bigger than my bedroom. It had what looked like a lounge area, and it also had a bed in there, which explained why he spent so much time there. I walked over to his desk, spinning his chair around as I looked around. That's when I saw the framed photo on his desk of a little smiling girl, she looked about two years old in that photo. I p
Jake."Not now Maria, please." i said a soon as I saw her walk in. "We have to talk Jake, and we need to talk now." she said taking a seat at the couch. "You know, I hate your guts, I hate how you walk around here like you are the boss. You have no right to talk to me the way you just did Maria." I said angrily, getting off the bed. "I am not here to cause trouble, I just want to talk to you Jake, just calm down.""Talk? Talk to me about what Maria? What exactly do you want to talk about?" "Jake." "Do you want to talk to me about how you abandoned me? How you left me with an abusive man? Do you want to talk about that? Because I do have some questions, i need answers.""Please Jake, don't do this." I walked up and down the room looking at her in tears, I had so much resentment for this woman. "We have never talked about this, and I think it's time for us to." "You don't understand Jake," she said in tears. "Then help me understand, okay?" "I could not stay there anymore, I wa
Kalia.It had been quiet, for the past two days at least. Jake didn't leave the house at all, or his room. I just saw Paul go in there several times, but I was banned from going there. He did not want to see me at all, which I did not get. But he needed his space and I got that. With all the quiet and everyone walking on eggshells, I had time to work on my business plan and do some research on Maria. But there was nothing really out of the ordinary I had found, except that she had a daughter who was abroad. But Jake had no siblings, his father never remarried, so he was an only child which crossed Maria out on being her biological mother.I had come up with another theory too, maybe Maria adopted Jake, but if that was the case why was she working for him as the help. I was running out of ideas and having been stuck in my room for two days, I needed some space, I needed to get out of my room.. I also needed answers, not today but I definitely needed to find out the missing puzzles.
Jake.Flashback to when Bella died. I knew I was being unfair to Kalia, being harsh. But I needed to if I was going to get through this. I was in love with her, she was all. I could think about every morning I woke up and every night I went to bed. But I needed to look at her as an enemy, because that is what she was. I was just laying there, on my bed just staring at the ceiling. It was raining heavily outside. The sound of rain pattering against the window pulled me from the haze of sleep, but the stillness that followed was suffocating. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor, my heart heavy as i tried to gather myself for another day. The quiet house, dimly lit by the morning light, felt too large, too empty. There was a time when it buzzed with life, when laughter bounced off the walls, and tiny footsteps echoed down the hallway. I exhaled slowly, trying to shake off the familiar ache that had settled deep in my chest. Yet, despite my efforts to remain in the pr
Naima.When we first met. As I sat next to him, I couldn't help but think about the first time we met. We hit it off immediately, we had so many plans, the world was ours to conquer. He touched my thigh, caressing me slowly, and I sat back, relaxed and found myself back to that day we met at that small coffee shop by my dorm. We went to the same school, I had heard of him, but I had never met him before, not until that day. I strolled into the cafe, the warm scent of roasted coffee beans instantly wrapping around me. I glanced around the room, my eyes searching for a quiet corner where I could settle with my book. The late afternoon sunlight filtered through the large windows, casting a golden glow on the rustic wooden tables. It wasn’t too busy a few people typing on laptops, some chatting softly over their drinks. As I made my way to a small table by the window, I noticed a man seated at the bar. His back was to me, but there was something about the way he sat there , relaxed y
Jake.It was a beautiful afternoon, the rain had stopped and suddenly it was just pure breeze. Naima sat with her mom, and I appreciated that she had someone else to be there for her. I was in no capacity to be there for her, I had my own demons, fighting me. I saw Maria, she was at the back, tied up. I knew she just didn't want anyone to see her there. For some reason I now understood her, she thought she was doing me a favour by leaving me with my father. How could I hate her?I started walking over to the graveyard, everyone was in circles now, speaking amongst themselves. We had kept the memorial small, just close friends and family who knew Bella.I walked over and stood right by her, Her tombstone read"Isabella Anderson, Beloved daughter."I stood still for a long moment, staring at the words, tracing them with my eyes. My breath was shallow, my chest tight. This was my pilgrimage, a place I visited often, mostly when I needed some peace and quiet. It seemed to weirdly wo
Naima.I watched as people left one by one, it was getting late and I really could not blame them. They had lives to go back to, but I didn't want to go back home. "Hey" Jake said sitting next to me. I was so occupied in my own thoughts that I didn't even see him approaching. "Hey, I thought you left." "And leave you behind? Hell no." he said, touching my thigh, looking up at me. "I don't know if I will ever be able to move on from this, she was my little girl" I said as a fresh set of tears threatened my eyes, "I miss her so much Jake." He did not say anything, instead he just pulled me in for a long hug and he let me cry until I couldn’t anymore. He was always good with that, he always knew when to say something and when not to, it was one of the things I loved about him the most. With him holding me like that, I found myself going back in time to when I found out I was pregnant, we had only been together for a few months and I was scared to death to tell him the news. It was
Kalia.They should be back by now, everyone that had gone to the memorial was back, but not Jake. Where was he? I asked myself, had something happened? Was he with her? Maria was back, but she seemed to be dealing with her own issues I could not ask her about Jake. I paced around the room, my anxiety growing with each passing minute. Where was he? Why hadn’t he called or texted? I picked up my phone again, hoping for some message, but nothing. The silence only deepened my worry. Finally, i heard the sound of Jake’s car pulling into the driveway. I rushed to the window, my heart racing with a mixture of relief and apprehension. He was finally home. But as i peered out, my blood ran cold. There, stepping out of the passenger seat of Jake’s car, was his ex-girlfriend, Naima. My breath was caught in my throat as i watched Jake walk around the car and open the door for her. I had thought about them spending some time together during the memorial, even bonding over their loss, but I did
40.Jake.A few days ago. My private investigator had just gotten back to me on Kalia's background. "So boss, I have some news." he had said, even his voice seemed troubled. "What's going on?" "Kalia is not really who you think she is who we all think she is." "Whats that supposed to mean?" "Well I did a little digging like you asked, it took a lot for me to get her file." Leo started, but I was running out of patience, " She is not really Kiari's daughter.""What doea that mean?" "I got a hold of Kiari's file, he was never married, he could not be able to have biological children, he adopted Kalia." Leo paused for a minute, letting the words sink in. It was all starting to make sense, I knew something was off about her story, and how she talked about her mom. " Kalia's parents died when she was only six years old, her mother died in a car accident, hit and run, and her father died a few weeks later.""Woow,that must have done a number on her." i said feeling sorry for Kalia,
Jake. It had been over nine months since Kalia dissappeared with no trace at all. It was like she had never even existed. But I never gave up, I still had people out looking for her. I stood by my bedroom window, or atleast what used to be our bedroom window, overlooking out, looking at the sky. It was a beautiful morning, and I could not stop thinking about her today..She must have already had the baby by now. My baby. Now looking back, none of this things mattered anymore, I had fought for my company which was not hard given Kalia left me half the company she shares that she owned before she disappeared. I had everything I ever wanted except her, I was in love with her and she was all I could think about. Wondering if she was okay, if my child was okay. "Hey," my mom said rubbing my shoulders gently from behind me. I had been so absent minded that I never even heard her get into my room. She stood next to me and we stood there together in silence, we understood each other a
44.Eric. I sat in the hospital parking lot for what felt like eternity, part of me wanted to drive back and act like I had never gotten this information. I wished I had not pushed Naima to be honest with me. But Kalia was my best friend, she was like family, like my own sister. I had to warn her. I slowly got out of the car, suddenly feeling a slight headache. I walked to the reception, but before I could talk to anyone, I spotted her and she ran towards me excited, all smiles. "Hey, you didn't have to come." she said, as she hugged me as she led me to a bench and we sat down. "I know, but what kind of friend would I be if I was not there for you when you needed me most?" she said, taking my hands in hers. "Thank you for coming, it really means alot that you are here." she said in tears. "But no crying please, I don't want to see any tears on your beautiful face." She just looked up at me with her big brown eyes, and smiled. "I love you." she whispered"I actually wanted to
The night was heavy with stillness, the kind that made every sound feel amplified and every thought reverberate like an echo in a cavern. Anna sat cross-legged on the edge of her bed in the guest room of her parents' house, her hands absently toying with the delicate lace of her wedding veil draped over her lap. The moonlight streaming through the window painted silvery streaks across her face, illuminating the turmoil in her eyes. Tomorrow, she would be married. Tonight, she wasn’t sure if she was ready.The house was quiet, save for the occasional creak of the old wood floors and the muffled hum of her father’s television in the den downstairs. Her mother had gone to bed hours ago, reminding Anna in her usual efficient manner to get some rest for "the big day." But how could she? Her mind was a storm, a whirlwind of questions and doubts she had kept at bay for months but now seemed impossible to ignore.Anna stood up and walked to the window, pushing it open to let the crisp December
Jake. The different lights of the club flashed in circles on the dance floor, casting a sickly glow over the crowd. The bass of the music reverberated through the floor, vibrating the glass of whiskey in my hand as i slammed it down, beckoning the bartender for another.I didn’t care for the taste anymore, the burn in my throat that felt like a fire that never quite went out. It was a reminder of the way i felt inside raw, scorching, and too damn much to handle. The glass was empty before i could think about it, and the bartender didn’t even look at me as he slid another one over to me.I could feel his eyes on me a couple of times, maybe judging me. “Tomorrow,” i muttered, almost to myself, staring at the amber liquid as though it held all the answers to my agony and pain. Tomorrow, she was getting married. Kalia was getting married. It sounded like a bad dream only that it was infact happening. She was getting married. Not to me. Never to me.She had made that abundantly clear.
Kalia.It had been a day since I found out I was pregnant, I kept hoping it was the hormone imbalance and weather and food, but none of it really mattered. I was pregnant with Jake's baby. I was dying to talk to someone, tell someone else and get advice on what to do. But I didn't really have any friends, so I thought about telling Maria, she was close to Jake, maybe she would help me break the news to him. I paced back and forth in the kitchen, my hands fidgeting as they clasped and unclasped, fingers twisting in anxious rhythms.The weight of the news I carried hung heavily on my chest, threatening to burst out in a rush of words that I hadn’t yet gathered the courage to speak. The pregnancy test had been sitting on the bathroom counter for hours now, its two pink lines glaring up at me like a truth I couldn’t avoid. I was pregnant. And the father was Jake. I leaned against the counter, my breathing shallow as I tried to make sense of the storm of emotions raging inside of me .
Naima. I was certain she had seen me, our eyes met or maybe I was imagining it. The last thing I needed was for Kalia to find out I was in bed with Eric, her best friend. I sat at the kitchen table, my hands curled around a mug of tea that had long gone cold. The quiet hum of the refrigerator was the only sound in the room, but my mind was louder. A familiar unease had settled in my stomach, one I had come to know well over the past year, ever since my daughter Bella died. What was she doing here? At this hour? They had been talking in that car for a while now, and I was dying to know what they were talking about.I had loved Jake, he meant the world to me and no matter how many fights we had, how many times we broke up, we always found our way back to each other. I had thought that was, what was going on during our last break after we lost Bella. I was the one that initiated the break, I needed time to heal and mourn my daughter, but I never expected him to move on, love someone
Jake.Flashback to when Bella died. I knew I was being unfair to Kalia, being harsh. But I needed to if I was going to get through this. I was in love with her, she was all. I could think about every morning I woke up and every night I went to bed. But I needed to look at her as an enemy, because that is what she was. I was just laying there, on my bed just staring at the ceiling. It was raining heavily outside. The sound of rain pattering against the window pulled me from the haze of sleep, but the stillness that followed was suffocating. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor, my heart heavy as i tried to gather myself for another day. The quiet house, dimly lit by the morning light, felt too large, too empty. There was a time when it buzzed with life, when laughter bounced off the walls, and tiny footsteps echoed down the hallway. I exhaled slowly, trying to shake off the familiar ache that had settled deep in my chest. Yet, despite my efforts to remain in the p
Jake. I knew having that conversation was not going to end well, I didn't want to have the conversation but Kalia always knew how to push my limits. I was about to follow her when my phone beeped, it was from Paul. He knew I was at the hospital and he was not supposed to call unless it was an emergency, so I knew it must have been an emergency. I sat back down and dialled his number, he picked on the first ring. "Hey, Paul." I said, "What's going on?" "It's your father Jake, he is gone." my whole body froze at the mention of my dad. I had not seen that man for almost over a year, he always tried to reach out to me, wanted to talk, but I had no interest. I sat there my whole body suddenly cold. "Jake, are you there?" Paul said bringing me back to reality. "Yes," I said, trying to control my voice, "How did he die?" I finally asked through my crooked voice. I never had imagined over the years, what would happen if my father died especially the early years, but nothing really e