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
I spent the rest of my night tossing and turning, which was really what I pretty much was expecting to happen. The entire nap I took during the day was more than enough sleep I have had since I was a baby, so me hoping for another round of sleep to come to me on that same day was simply me asking for too much from Morpheus.I had talked to Olivia for a bit, before I let her go to bed. I had told her about the long nap that I had taken during the day, she was of course surprise just before she volunteered to stay awake to keep me company, but I had refused.It wasn’t the first time that she had offered, and on those other days I would mostly agree because I was truly a sucker for her company. Yet on most days I would turn her offer down because even though I enjoyed the nights we stayed up together, it would just be really unfair on my part for me to expect her or even let her make it a frequent situation when she naturally had not single problem with sleep.So for tonight, I had turned
At the moment I worry about how much influence Micheal had on her. I know it is a lot, but I am secretly hoping it was not the damaging sort of influence.“sometimes I wonder that I drank when I was pregnant with you that turned you into such a weirdo” ma says with eyes that were glistening.I don’t want to believe that she was hurt by what her son said because she should have expected that whatever came out of Micheal’s mouth to buttress the fact that he didn’t care for marriage wasn’t going to be pretty.Devon had warned her now didn’t he ?I ignore her to look at Rob who was shaking his head side to side and chuckling to himself clearly not eager to engage in the conversation or console his wife.“like I said earlier, this has nothing to do with you and dad. I guess the two of you are a member of the few exception and hopefully Brandon’s would join the small percentage too.”“thank you” I say with a smile because that was as good as any compliment anyone could get from Micheal“so t
I want to ask her how this is even possible?In fact this just didn’t seem possible if you are being logical. I had seen the man in my house just earlier so how was it possible that Olivia had seen him too?Yet again nothing about this entire thing has anything to do with logic. If it did, I do not understand why this so called Sam would be stalking my girlfriend.I mean she has absolutely no part to play in this. Why does he have to rope her into all these exactly.I went from being frozen to getting all worked up for no apparent reason.No I was getting worked up for a very valid reason.I am getting worked up the most solid reason ever.If he was really as dangerous as ma says, this means he has crossed the line with Olivia.“babe?”“hello”“are you still there”“ babe ?”Olivia’s voice finally breaks through my muddled thoughts. She sounded worried. Well at least for the first time she was feeling something along the lines of what I was currently feeling. Turns out I didn’t like it
Today our one month anniversary of our therapy sessions, Jenny and I. It’s been weeks of staring at the pale cream wall of Dr. Kent’s office and hoping that Jenny will miraculously say a word.He says her muteness is as a result of the trauma she had suffered from witnessing her mother’s death. But I think it’s much more than that. To have this constant nagging at the back of my head that I’m the reason she has turned into this shadow of herself is unbearable.It’s the only reason I sit on this mint green couch every weekend and bear the constant reminder of my own guilt.It would’ve been okay if she spoke to everyone else but me. It would have been understandable. Shutting everyone out only signifies the depth of the damage done to her person.I squeeze my hands tighter on my lap and watch her side profile.The blank expression is on her face, with her mouth pulled down at the corners in an attempt of a frown.What I would do to see her smile again, too hear her speak again.“Mrs. C
My hand is unsteady as I try to put on the pearl earring I’m holding. I can’t seem to get the hook in and I blame it on my being a nervous wreck. Drew is still in the bathroom while I’m trying and also failing terribly to dress my self up. With a frustrated sigh I let my head fall to the vanity table. The day has barely begun and I could feel how awful it was going to end already.My black gown was still hanging in the closet leaving me in my underwear. I do not bother to cover up when I hear Drew walk in, it’s nothing he hasn’t seen plus I have no strength for modesty.It’s easy to feel his warmth from the little distance between us, I can tell he had a hot shower. Very hot his hot palm on my cheek is any indication.“I thought you’d be jumping for joy,” he says, his closer than it ought to be.”“I thought the same too,” I say in frustration. “I can’t for the life of me understand all that I’m feeling now. I should be ecstatic, happy that he’s finally gone. This day should be for m
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