80..“What do you mean the bastard escaped?” My voice echoed off the walls of Benjamin’s office. My body simmered. “Calm down and sit. My boys are already tracking him down.” Benjamin clasped his hands before him, swaying his chair. That man was a thorn in my flesh. But I was still relieved that he was strong enough to run. After rushing him to the hospital that day, the doctor had said he was already high on substances, which made it easier for him to slip into that state. I was also struggling with the side effects of my medication, leaving him too disoriented to notice the faint traces of his breath or pulse.“How are you feeling?” Benjamin questioned, his gaze softening.I arched my brows at such a question. I dropped into the sofa. “How do you think I am feeling? That bastard escaped.” I pinched my nasal bridge. “Now, we have to wait.”Benjamin cut me off. “I’m talking about Sophie. Are you really going to let her go?” My chest tightened, and a bigger knot formed in my stoma
Alex..“You promised not to do anything erratic.” Benjamin stomped towards me, his gaze pierced through mine.Without mercy, An intense heat coursed through me. Every inhale pierced all through to my lungs. Imagine losing the most important thing in your life to a lie. Furrowing my brows, I snorted. “You think that’s me being erratic.” I moved towards the metal chair. My knuckles blanched as I gripped the legs of the chair. “This is being erratic,” I roared, loud and guttural. Every muscle in my hand tightened as I swung the chair down, striking the table. The high-pitched noise echoed, metallic and grating. Benjamin’s eyes widened, and his lips couldn’t say anything, and his legs couldn’t move forward—they all froze. All Clark could do was seek solace from the cold walls as he snuggled deeper into the wall, his body stiffening. Again and again and again, I struck the chair against the table; every strike vibrated through my palm, shooting a dull throb up my arms. But I couldn’t l
Alex..Mr. Watson had left the house. The shards of the broken plates glittered on the floor like the shards of our shattered expectations. My mother and I sat on the opposite end of the long table. Mia was on the left side of the table, her eyes still on her fingers as she fidgeted with them. The air was thick, and the aroma of food couldn’t lighten the mood.“What are we going to do now?” My mother let out a heavy sigh. She glared at Mia before facing me. “Now, we are back to square one.” She slaps her hand on the table before biting her nail. The smacking sound filled the air, causing Mia to flinch as though my mother was about to hit her.I continued to sip on my whiskey. What weighed on my mind now was getting rid of Mia. My mother rose and walked towards me. She dropped in the seat beside me, settling on my left. She furled her hands around my forearm. “This is why we can’t let anyone know the child doesn’t belong to you.” My mother’s brows lowered. “They might even think you
Sophie . . 8 a.m. and I was already in the waiting room of the hospital for an antenatal checkup. I checked around, and I doubted I would see Adeline since most of the time I came by noon because of work. A soft groan escaped me. I should have called her. How could I have forgotten then, probably because I was too excited. Luca shot the thick fantasy book that looked like an Oxford dictionary, his index fingers still holding a place between pages. “Are you alright?” Luca questioned; his other hand ran down mine before cupping my palms that rested on the armrest beside him. “Yes, I am just excited.” The flutters in my stomach affirmed my words. “And you? It might be awkward following a pregnant woman for her checkup.” A muffled chuckle escaped his lips. “I haven’t done this before. Awkward?” His gaze swept across the waiting room. “I don’t think so. I’m not the only man here.” “I mean, the men are their spouses, and you know. They're here for.. you know. emotional support.”
Alex..I descended the three-step stairs that connected the entryway to the living room. A frown etched across my face, one that had refused to leave since Uncle Niall came this morning. I left for work before he arrived and mother had taken Mia somewhere to avoid my uncle from asking her questions. “Wipe that frown off your face.” My mother flipped through the magazine that rested on her thighs. “You don’t want him thinking you hate him.” My mother gazed at me beneath her lashes.Tossing my business bag on the floor, I dropped on the sofa. I snorted; I hadn't seen him, yet a stinging sensation had already made a home in my stomach. “Have you talked to Mia?” I loosened my red tie and tossed it on the sofa. “That she needs to avoid him at all costs." I zeroed in on my mother, who seemed more indulged in the magazine than the matter on the ground.Uncle Niall had this gift of asking simple and random questions and getting important information. “I have talked to her, and she is in
Sophie ..The food wasn’t close to being done, yet the aroma of the chicken had filled the kitchen, opening a hungry portal in my stomach. I drew an invisible map on the four-seater dining table with acacia wood, my back pressed against the wooden backrest. The hardness of the seat biting into my butt. Romi opened the cupboard fixed to the upper part of the white tiled walls, her fingers brushing against the brown wood as it creaked open. “I can’t believe you are having twins.” She took out some bottles of condiments and placed them on the white counter beneath the cupboard. “And two boys.” She glanced at me. “Brace yourself. They are tiny terrorists. I repeat terrorist.” George and Georgia's screams filled the house, drowning out the bubbling sound of the water boiling in the pot. I giggled as she rolled her eyes—this was the seventh time they had screamed within the last thirty minutes. Ignoring the scream, she opened the pack of spaghetti and put it into the pot. “Isn’t the f
Alex ..It’s been four days since Uncle Niall arrived, and the air in the house didn’t seem to get any lighter. He was always in places he shouldn't be—my father’s room that no one had entered since he died, my father’s favorite gazebo in the far corner of the property, that it felt forgotten, the study room that missed my father’s presence—Uncle Niall was everywhere like he was trying to rewrite my father’s existence with his.Stepping into the entryway, my mother's sobs slipped into my ears. I quickened my pace, and on getting to the living room, my eyes fell on my mother sitting on the couch, her head buried in her hands. And Uncle Niall, as usual, his hands always touching things that weren't his. His right hand wrapped around her, his fingers sinking into her upper arm, and the left brushed against the cartoon colored jeans trousers he wore. Irritation knitted my brows together as I headed towards them, my pace faster than my tired legs could keep up. Before my mother, I lower
Alex ..This man’s presence was mentally wrenching and physically gnawing. Almost thoughtfully, I sprang up to my feet, and with a quick gait, I marched to the hallway. My shoulders mistakenly bumped into Uncle Niall’s as I passed by. But no apology, not even by mistake, left my lips. The yellow lamps fixed on the white paneled walls fell on Mia’s surprised, stricken face; her eyes wide and her mouth struggled to close. A feigned smile effortlessly walked its way onto my lips as I cradled Mia in my arm. “Mia, what are you doing here? It’s quite late; return to your room.” I rubbed her bulging stomach with my left hand. “You need to rest well.” Uncle Niall faced Mia. “Boredom is neither good for you nor your baby. You shouldn’t spend all day in your room.” He turned to me. “Think about my proposal. Let me help you out.” After walking past the three abstract paintings that adorned the wall, he turned to the left and disappeared into the hallway that led to his room. Facing Mia, t