The pasta was perfect. It wasn’t too soft in the mouth and it wasn’t hard either. It was the perfect texture, melting in her mouth like cheese under the hot sun. Perfectly.Lucas had taken her on many dates but he never paid attention to her like Nathan was doing at the moment.It was like being with an upgraded version of him. A more caring, more loving, version of Lucas. It was a dream come true for Lisa. “Are you enjoying your meal?” She asked him despite her attempt to hold herself back. The need to hear him talk even if it was over something so vain as their meal overrode her senses.Nathan considered the pasta he was chewing momentarily before answering. “It’s actually not bad. I’ll have to admit that you made a good choice, I can guarantee you I would have chosen something so vile you would have thrown up at first bite if you had left the choice up to me.”“I guess it’s a good thing you have me then. I’ll take it upon myself to make you have a favorite food before we have to le
Two broken hearts stared into the night, their body numb and broken to the wind. Lisa watched Nathan as he stared into the dark. His feelings for Jane ran much deeper than she thought possible.Of course this was often the case with most men like Nathan. They seldom loved but when the eventually did, it would be with all their heart and soul. It would be so intense that it ended up destroying them as with the case of the man in front of her.Still, she couldn’t give up hope for him. He was hers first, he was her Lucas more than he was Nathan for Jane. With careful steps she moved to him, putting her arm him to try and comfort him but he pulled away and instead looked at her with the scariest expression she has ever seen. “Nathan…” she tried to reach him again but he pulled away, groaning in the process. “I’ll like to be alone,” he said, his voice barely recognizable. Lisa’s heart broke for him. “At least let me help you back to your room,” she said. But he was far gone beyond reas
The night had gone in a blur with Lisa taking care of Nathan’s wounds and them sleeping off on that same couch. Nathan was the first to wake up. He tried not to grit his teeth in pain when he tried to move, his entire body hurt so bad. Jonas had a mean punch, he would give him that much.What stole his attention wasn’t the sunlight flooding into the room. It was the woman lying beside him that the light rays had rested on.The made her pale skin glitter like it was something out of this world. Which she entirely was. Nathan was slowly becoming aware of this feeling that was creeping slowly into his heart and he didn’t have the courage to stop it. He traced the little space between her eyebrows, watching how it slopes slightly giving her face a heart shape. His mind went back to the number that had called him. If his suspicions were right then it meant his clone could possible be out of jail which would be terrible news. What if the person watching Lisa was him?No, it couldn’t be.
By the time I make it into the building I’m sweating profusely, and my hair is sticking to my forehead. But that’s not the worse part of my morning. Don was standing at my desk the moment I stepped out of the elevator and his expression was not pretty. I could tell how angry he was from his stiff shoulders and stoic expression, not like I expected anything less from him. I walked quietly towards him, bracing myself for whatever he was going to throw at me and he literally threw something at me. A jot pad. “Why are you late?” he sneered the moment that I got closer, his hands clenching into fists at his side and then unclenching again. It was like he was trying to calm himself down for both our sakes and that sent a tremor through my entire body. My head couldn’t come up with an answer, so I blurted out the first thing that came to mind “I woke up late!” I was closer now and could easily see how his eyes turned to slits as if warning me not to implic
Annoyed that someone else was in my sacred space, I match to the back of the tree ready to unleash my anger on the intruder. It’s not until I see a mop of black hair that I halt in my steps. A girl not much younger than myself is hugging a headstone and crying into it. Unsure of what to do I just stand and stare, until it occurs to me that I’ll never be able to nap in peace if I don’t deal with her.I exhale slowly before tapping her shoulder gently. “Are you alright?” Large blue eyes stare at me, the tears streaming down her cheeks make them look like two beautiful pools. “What do you think?” She asks in a sarcastic tone that immediately pricks my skin.“We’ll, I’d appreciate it if you keep it down, some of us are trying to sleep.” My voice is clipped in anger. I don’t even wait for a response as I climb the tree, resting on the lowest branch like I always do.With a deep sigh I close my eyes and will myself to sleep. This is the only place that the voices in my head do not follo
This day made me long for a home outside the walls of my house. Where I don’t have to pretend like I don’t exist, that everything is okay and that I love the silver tiara that is currently seated on my head. It’s funny how everyone surrounding and cheering me on did not notice my tears put out the candles before my breath found the courage to do so. Birthdays for other sixteen-year-olds was a total bliss but not even the lavish party thrown for me could drown my sorrow. I shove a large piece of cake into my mouth, moaning as the sweet velvet hit my taste buds. “You sound like a dying whale” my brother’s voice interrupts my inner turmoil making me groan. The last thing I needed was someone witnessing my mini breakdown. I love my brother very much, but this was bad timing. “Go away Thomas” I push him away slightly even though I know it’ll have no effect on his huge frame. This only makes him move closer to me before wrapping his arms around me. “You know I hate se
I looked at my dull brown eyes which was a result of the uncomfortable contact lens that I knew was a bad idea but wore them anyway. I was a person now and was going to look every bit of it. My now short hair hung down the side of my head in uneven waves just barely reaching my ears. I tucked in my crisp white shirt which was no doubt the cheapest in the building into my pants that must’ve seen better days. My phone kept ringing disrupting what was supposed to be a badass imagination of myself busting into the office that was on the floor above me and shooting my boss in the head. It would have been game over for everyone. Finally picking up the phone and connecting the call, I spoke “What is it Charles?”, Unable to conceal the irritation in my voice. I rummaged through my suitcase that was on the floor leaning into the side of my leg. I needed to make sure the files and fake documents I had in them were not abandoned in the drawer at home. “What are you still doing
You act so much like your father”.Those were the words spoken by my Grandmother once many many years ago.You shouldn’t be surprised to find out that I didn’t know my father and this is because I never met him.He was gone months before I was born, but from the stories I have heard about him, he was nothing spectacular, and this is mainly because I choose to believe he wasn’t. So this isn’t a sad story about how I was unfortunate to not have had him while growing up, I did not miss much there .Maybe I did. Maybe not. The good thing is that I would never know now and I can say I give a damn.Don’t really be surprised since you couldn’t expect me to have anything other than complete resentment for someone who would decide to leave his family at the slightest bit of inconvenience.Well he didn’t just leave by packing his bags one good day and riding off into the sunset on a good evening.Maybe if he did that, I might understand that he just wanted a change of scenery of some sort.I
Jenny is still in bed sleeping when I finally get up. Drew left a few minutes ago with the drive, he’s going to turn Father in. He had insisted I remain at home with Jenny while he handles it.While I trust Drew fully, I can’t help the feeling of unease that has taken root in my stomach. The door bell rings on my way downstairs to figure out what Jenny will eat when she wakes up.I open the door. “Did you forget something?”When there’s no answer from Drew I look up and realize he’s not the one at the door. It’s Daisy.“Hey, come in,” I tell her, moving to the kitchen. Does she have the mother thing that alerted her that I’m taking her child away? I pull out a bottle of liquor from stash, carrying a glass with it. If I can get her tipsy enough she wouldn’t even worry about Jenny, and we can all be on our way.Besides it’s not like she cared enough for Jenny, I don’t even want to imagine where she’s going to leave her once I’m up and gone.That seals my decision to have Jenny come with
My face is pressed to the window the entire home. I realize how much I’ve missed home when we pull into the driveway.It has become some sort of sanctuary for me, a place where I can have peace and love. Drew helps me out of the car, holding my hand as he leads me to the door.The minute he opens the door Jenny comes running towards me, like she has been waiting the entire time. She hugs my waist like her life depends on it. I put my hand around her shoulders and keep her close to me.“Are you alright mummy?” she asks softly, gazing at me with her round cute eyes.I push her hair away from her face. “I’m alright princess, did you miss me?”It was a silly question to ask because her answer could be seen from miles away.“Of course I did,” she says with a pout. “I missed Jakey too, how is he?”I rub the little one so he does not feel excluded from our conversation. “He’s alright, he misses you too,” I tell her. That sits good with her because she beams up at me and then looks at my stom
My breath slows down as I watch him fall to the floor with a thud. In a minute I’m sprinting to his side and shaking him to wake up.I look around but there’s no one to help me. Taking his face in my hands I shake him again. “Drew! Wake up! Have you had so much to drink?” I ask him despite knowing he can’t hear him.Bending towards him I smell his breath, it was clear. Then why would- The wine, that was the last thing I saw him take, and he was being weird about it.Could the wine have been- I’m too afraid to admit what my brain already knew. He must’ve know too that the wine was poisoned and he readily took it from me and drank. That was why father looked furious.Uh Oh, Father knows.I look back to the door, half expecting Father to walk through it. I look back to Drew he was already turning a little too pale.“Why did you have to drink it?” I ask him, exasperated. “You should have thrown it away,” I cry.I don’t think I’ve ever felt this helpless before. My purse is in there with J
There’s no a single explanation my mind can conjure for what happened. Every time I think I have it all figured out, another wall comes crashing into me.Does he not want to return because of me? Then what of Jenny? She misses him and he clearly misses her too, seeing how he risked coming to the park just to get a glimpse of her.My head is beginning to ache and the doubt that it was actually him begin to slip into the cracks of my mind.Drew could be right and I was just imagining him. If that was the case then my mind is daring very vivid, because the longing and worry I saw in his eyes couldn’t have been easily conjured with so much emotion attached to them.My entire body trembles as I exhale. In all of this I’m glad I reacted on time to my fall, otherwise Jakey could’ve been hurt and all for nothing at that. Keeping him means so much to me than going after what could possibly be Don’s look alike.I massage my forehead, the discomfort in there bordering on being unbearable. The As
I don’t come downstairs until the doorbell rings. I’ve done a pretty good job of avoiding Jenny and now I was going to risk running into her.The entire house is quiet when I come down, she must be taking a nap. For some reason I tiptoe to the door and stifle a startle when I open the door to a rather grumpy looking Dr. Shelby.All since I’ve know him, he’s always smiling, patient. There was this airiness that surrounded him, it always made you feel at ease with him. But all that is left now are deep frown lines of his face and I hate to be the reason for it.“How did you think drinking while being pregnant was a good idea?” he asks the moment he steps past the threshold. “Why keep a child you’re not going to take proper care of?”My breath seizes in my lung. With a slight tilt to my head I study his expression. His eyes are accusing as the glares at me. This right here is not Dr. Shelby. Someone has taken him and put in place this angry version that I’m not used to.If anything I fee
It’s my first day as Cassie. Like I think she does every morning, I’m sitting in front of the dresser and struggling to put on makeup.I don’t know how Cassie used to do it, the perfect flawless look she always had whenever I saw her.I can’t even tell which comes first, I’m holding a small bottle that has foundation written on it but I have no idea how to get it on my face.How they hell was she able to use all this stuff? I throw the brush in front of me on the floor. At this rate I’m never going to leave the house.I hear Drew as he comes into the room. “What’s the matter?” he asks.I frown when I turn and see him with only a towel wrapped around his waist.“Carrie?”That brings my attention back to him. I force my gaze back up and glare at him. “I told you to call me Cassie, we can’t have you slipping up like this when we leave the house.”He scratches his chin lightly. “How about I give you a pet name, it’s only natural since we’re supposed to be married. It feels awkward calling
Everyday that I see the sun rise is torture to my soul. Every morning that I wake up without Don by my side tears my heart into a million pieces.I don’t know where life ends and where death starts. They’ve both become the same to me. It has made me prisoner in this dark perilous place called my mind. I sit by the window every night and wait for the morning never breaks, but that even is too much to ask.This is my own hell. This is my own home.There’s nothing on the news about the explosion. If I hadn’t been there myself I wouldn’t even believe that it happened.No bodies have been found. That is both my hope and my nightmare. Two long months of emptiness and guilt, that is my punishment.What if he’s really gone? What if he didn’t survive? No one would be alive and stay hidden for that long. What if he’s out there looking for me?I deflate at that. The chances are unlikely, especially after the way we parted. I should have held onto him a little longer, laced his fingers with mine
I light a cigar immediately as I enter the elevator and puff with a sigh. Home is a place where everyone longs to be. A sanctuary, some would say but it isn’t the same for me. It’s the last place I want to be.I loosen my tie as I get into the car. “Take the longer route,” I tell my driver when he gets in. There’s a hum and I know he heard me. Like every other employee he knows not to speak to me because there was no telling what my reaction would be. To them, I'm the hot-headed son with a short temper. It looks like only Karl didn’t get the memo after he was hired.Now that my mind has wandered back to him, I pull out my phone and put a call through to HR. When Thelma connects the call, I ask her to send me all the files on Karl and everything he submitted during his employment process. It would be on my desk first thing in the morning.I take another puff as the car rolls down the road. It’s going at a perfect pace for me. Not slow but also not fast enough to get me home earlier tha
It’s been five minutes since I broke into my house and another two since I made it up the stairs to my bedroom.The only sound I hear as I move through the house is my heavy breathing. I half expect someone to jump out of the shadows but there’s no one.I stand still in front of my door, my hand in the air, mid-way to the knob. I’m not sure what to expect after ten years. Did they move my things out or did they simply ignore the room like they always ignored me?The silence drowns out my thoughts as I recall what I’m here for. Get the drive and be gone before anyone comes back.With a gulp, I push the door open and switch on the lights. When my eyes adjust to the room I see that everything is exactly where it used to be. My favorite teddy bear that Thomas bought me when I was five is still lying against the side of my bed. Even my books are still all over the floor from when Cassie barged into my room the day before our last birthday together and demanded that I give her my toys to pl