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When she woke up, she was alone. Her joints felt less numb and heavy. She opened the duvet that covered her, slowly she made her way to her bathroom. She held the sink. The white, cold ceramic made a part of her brain tremble, a flash memory of her clinging onto a toilet sink in fear made her head pound. She felt like a zombie as she removed her clothes and stepped into the shower. The water rolling off her skin felt like all she needed, it soothed her and made her feel less shitty. She washed her hair and wept in foam and fragrance. Her life didn’t feel the same, the foundation under her feet had moved and she had no idea why. She was scared to close her eyes, what if she could never open them again. She looked out the little window in her bathroom when she finished showering, when did the sun come up? How long had she slept for? She dumped that question with the other mysteries of her night. She pulled a black One direction baggy top over her head and a loose grey joggers. She was a
The loud and strident noise of the city from honking cars and impatient crowd became pronounced in the room. Silence was more of a necessity than requirement with how much awkwardness and intensity choked the air. Isabella shared a look of worry and displeasure with Alexandra and Rose. They knew the history that was between the two people who burned cold stares at each other. Something has to be said to break the tension but there was nothing to say, so it built itself till it occupied the whole apartment. Zipporah lost her ability to function, she was jammed to a spot and it didn’t occur to her that there were witnesses. His eyes were cold and deep. They were greener than the last time she looked into them. A lot of things were different from the last time. She felt small standing so close to him, he seemed larger than he was and it didn’t help that he wouldn’t take his eyes away from her face. Every second that wavered brought back memories, the ones she had succeeded to bury and th
Alex crossed her legs and picked up her tea for a dramatic sip, “come on, you looked so dreamy.” “I wasn’t thinking about anything really,” she rolled her eyes when they all scoffed, “my mind just wandered. I haven’t seen him in a long time, I was shocked and confused. I mean, why is he here? Why now? After all this time.” The humor in the room zoned out at Zipporah’s words. They waited patiently for her to continue. “I mean a lot has happened you know,” her voice became brittle and solo, “but he’s here now and I don’t know how he knows to be here.” It was Isabella inability to hide what she really thinks from her expression that made Zipporah frown. Her face showed guilt and Alexandra avoided her eyes when she tried to find them, Rose awkwardly continued her stirring. “What was that?” She didn’t know why her voice was tight all of a sudden, but she knew they knew something. “You guys know something.” “No we don’t.” Isabella mumbled into her cup. Zipporah could feel her nerves
The ride was quiet with Zipporah at the back, unsettled as the crowd on the street hastened their footsteps to escape the drizzling sky. She wished she could go back to the simplicity they seemed to possess. They moved with a direction her life was in sudden need of. She sighed and stole her gaze away from the window, it made her heart ache and it reminded her of the way she had stormed out of her friends. Was it selfish if she hoped they were there when she returned? The road was clear, there was no traffic to give her more time to dwell in her heated decision. She rubbed the ring on her finger and it took her mind to her phone. She was sure she had several miss calls from Collins, yet she wasn’t inclined to speak to him. What was she suppose to tell him? He knew of Adam and she knew how much Collins hated him after all he had done to her. Her fingers moved her ring around, she stared at it and wished she could take it off without her action holding more meaning that it should. Her
The ride was silent and it didn’t help her racking nerves. She felt her palms go wet and unconsciously rubbed them on her hip. In a few seconds they were tuned to arrival. The metal doors opened to the most beautiful art gallery Zipporah had ever seen. She stepped into the stunning room which portrayed a dedication to various forms of art. It held a fascinating amount of space which englobed what resembled a study and several paintings, side by side, on each wall. At the end of the room was a large, black desk before an equally sized chair. Guarding the only furniture in the room, by each side, were two shelves filled with books and miniature sculptures of dog like creatures. The room was painted white as the rest of the house, it had the same splash of colors on the ceiling. The air in the room felt like a blanket on her face, it was warm and light unlike the lightening which was cool and dark. There was a glowing bulb in between each painting and an insufficient chandelier which su
“Whatever it is, I’m guessing it’s worse than the mafia,” Zipporah dropped her glass on his desk and closed a gap between them. “Kingsley said you are doing things for my own good and you lie to protect me. And I know that’s what everybody says to each other but how about you stop assuming what’s good for me and you tell me the truth so I can protect myself?” She sighed when he remained silent, “please. Just for once don’t leave me hanging.” His body froze to her wistful words then he turned to study her face. When she met his gaze, he gritted his teeth and rubbed the back of his neck. “She wasn’t trying to kill you.” Zipporah wasn’t surprised he knew who it was that attacked her despite the fact that she had mentioned the lady in white to no one. “What was she trying to do?” He locked his eyes on hers, the warmth she had felt in the room seemed to bow out to his freezing clutch. The second before he spoke his next words were relished to Zipporah. It was a moment of ignorance, sh
Zipporah snuggled her cheeks on warm tough pillows, her neck felt well stationed and she didn’t want to wake up from her comfort spot. The only problem was the thumbing and imbalance her brain felt. It was almost like her bed was walking on a treadmill. She groaned when her knees refused to stretch and her legs felt too light and weak. Slowly she flicked her eye lids open. It took a while for her brain to explain to her iris what her current situation was. But as soon as she realized there was no pillow she went into a mild panic mode. Her comfortable pillows were Adam’s arms and chest which carried her, bridal style, up the staircase of her apartment. He had a few more steps to her door when she began to wiggle and stretch out of his hold. “Put me down.” She grumbled as she reached with her feet to the stairs. Her movements were a bit swift and made her head spin. She held steady on the wall and took quick breaths. Adam helped her up the remaining stairs, her fingers rubbed her h
“I’m so sorry Bella, I wish the others were here so I could really apologize. Are they still watching N*****x?” “Nah, they slept off before the end. I stayed up, I just couldn’t bring myself to sleep.” Isabella had grown up with absent parents, she was used to staying up late waiting and wondering. It was a dreadful feeling and Zipporah cursed herself for putting her best friend through a rerun of such a hurtful experience. “God, I fucked up big time.” She palmed her face and teared up in them, she should have known better, “I didn’t mean to leave like that, I just felt so angry and pressured and I let it get to me in a stupid way.” Her words came off muffled and weak. She didn’t hear Isabella stand when she felt long, firm arms take her into a silent embrace. The next few minutes withered away with her weeping in patience arms. She cried for her mom, for her dad and she cried for the wreckage that was to be her life soon enough. Her fervid tears dropped through Isabella’s elbow.