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
Sophie..The afternoon was usual. Summer oppressed the atmosphere, making the air thick and stagnant. The blue of the L-shaped pool contrasted with the vibrant green carpet of grass, hiding the hard ground beneath it in the backyard of Luca’s villa. I laid on the white outdoor pool lounge chair beneath the citrus tree that provided shade from the angry sun; its refreshing tart smell of lime traced the air, stamping its presence in the backyard.My mind was as thick as the air as Romi’s words lingered. A soft groan escaped me. Was I cursed? Why did all the men in my life leave me? First my father, then Alex. What if Luca left me too?I reached out for the chilled orange juice that had begun to succumb to the hot air. Bringing the transparent straw to my lips, I sipped from it. Although drowned in my ugly thoughts, I still took some seconds to appreciate the zesty tang that tantalized my tongue. If only my life could be as sweet as this orange juice.The soft thud stole the silence f
Alex.. Black…Black…Black…everything was fucking black. The walls that stretched from the tall ceilings, the two large sofas that faced each other, and the curved staircase that led upstairs—all black. I had no idea what Benjamin was thinking but this was depressing. I adjusted on the black stool at the inbuilt bar in one corner of the wide living room. My eyes fixed on the amber liquid glistening in the glass—the only source of color in this house. Each of Benjamin’s steps landed heavily as he drew closer, the thuds echoed in the almost empty house. “You’re still drinking?” Benjamin's voice disrupted the silence taking over from when his footsteps had left. I didn’t need to look at him to tell there was a frown etched on his face. “Instead of nagging, come and join me.” I twirled the glass, the ice cubes clinked and they collided with one another. Without further ado, I downed it. Benjamin settled in the seat beside me. Snatching the glass from my grasp and the b
Alex..Good mornings filled the air as I walked to Mr. Watson's office. Getting home after my mother called me yesterday, she told me Damien had resumed working for the company. The bastard had started playing his card. My chest tightened, not with discomfort but annoyance—it would take grace and mercy not to lunge at him.Not everything could be solved with violence; mentally, I chided myself.Turning the doorknob, I pushed the door open. Mr. Watson's eyes flicked to mine before his usual cunning smile formed on his lips. “Good morning, Mr. Dawson. What brings you to my office?” His eyes gleamed like he was expecting me. He must have heard the news about Damien; he must have anticipated this.“Good morning, Mr. Watson.” I strode to the visitor's chair and dropped into it. Leaning back into the leather chair, I crossed my feet—ankle to knee. “You must have heard about Damien.”“He’s resuming work today,” he responded, his eyes glued to the stack of paper before him. “I also heard
Sophie..The day started off boring and lonely. I paced around my room before sprawling back on the bed. I picked up my phone and checked the time—10 a.m.—ten more hours before my date would Luca. He had said he was taking me to a special place. My heart drummed and flutters filled my stomach to its brim. If only time could move faster. But first I needed something to take my mind off it. My phone rang, breaking me out of my reverie. Romi’s voice came from the other end. “Hey birthday girl.” She dragged the L in the girl.“My birthday is tomorrow.” “I know. What are your plans for tomorrow?” “I really don’t know.” I tilted to my side on the bed. I never planned my birthdays; Alex did. So I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t have any friends aside from Romi and Adeline. “Let’s hang out—me, you, and Adeline. I haven’t seen her, and I would like to meet her.” “I’ll have to call her and ask.” I scratched my brow before toying with my silk dress. An idea sparked in my head. “Or bett
I jogged down the stairs, skipping steps as I went. The cool, smooth surface of the railing slid beneath my hand. I had a important business meeting with a Japanese businessman, and everyone knows they value punctuality. On top of that, I needed to meet Mr. Watson and Uncle Niall to discuss getting my hands on their shares. So many important things lined up for this day. How could I have overslept?I rushed down straight to the sitting room; my eyes fell on Mother casually flipping through a glossy fashion magazine.“Alex, we need to talk,” she said, her voice cutting through the silence, her gaze fixed on me. Creases formed themselves across my forehead as it furrowed. “Can’t we do that when I get back? I'm running late, please." I said, punctuated by my breaths, fixing my tie with one hand, already halfway to the door.“It would barely take a few minutes," dropping the magazine and closing it with a faint thud that echoed through the room, a firm gaze painted in her eyes.“Let's g
Sophie..My eyes fluttered open. The fluorescent light burned into my iris. The antiseptic scent lingered in on the air that coated the white walls of the room. It was like a deja vu, like I had been here before—all strange but familiar. Wait!“I have an art festival to attend.” I jolted up, raising my weak body. A wince escaped, and the IV tugged at my arm, drawing my skin. A sharp headache shot through my head, and a crease formed on my eyelids as I shut my eyes. Slowly, a pain crept from my stomach to my legs; it was dull but not unnoticeable. “Sophie,” A soft, deep voice called out.I whipped my head, and my eyes fell on a…I must say, handsome stranger. His honey-colored pupils were a few shades lighter than his hair. He looked strange but familiar. The man dashed towards me. Sitting on the bed, he pulled me in a tight hug. My body stiffened as his hands wrapped around me. I had no idea how to react to the sudden closeness. It felt like we were very close, yet I didn’t know