VIVIANI waited for the chaos to follow. But it never came even after I'd snatched my hands out of his and he had locked the door behind us. I did not speak to him, did not want to because I was certain he had more than enough words for two. "Are you okay? Your clothes are thin, so you must have been cold out there." He said peering into my face as though he could extract the truth from there. I could not hide my surprise at the softness of his voice? What was his problem? Typical Nate should be ranting by now, asking why I'd been careless enough to talk with Ethan late at night when anyone could be watching or listening, so why was he acting out of character? It disconcerted me. "I'm tired and it's late. I'll like to sleep." I said carefully sidestepping him. His fingers brushed by arm lightly as I walked past him but he seemed to think better of holding onto me, so he used his words instead. "Let me tuck you in. The bedside lamp is not as big as the one you like, but it's mana
VIVIANCheckmate. Eve looked like I had just physically assaulted her. Her face had gotten redder than a sea of blood and her hands were balled up in fists beside her. She looked like she was ready to hit me but I couldn't be bothered. I was determined to thoroughly embarass her so she would avoid me the next time she happened to run into me. "Or maybe the only person you were capable of winning over was him? I mean, you couldn't get Nate and you realized your charm was limited to the likes of that deadbeat brother of his?" It was too much of a stretch to qualify Aston as deadbeat but it worked together anger her even more so it didn't matter."I'm disappointed and I feel sorry for you." I tutted and pressed my left palm to my lips to conceal a smile. I saw her movements out of the side of my eyes and quickly sidestepped her before her hand landed on my face. I felt heat rise from my belly but I held myself back. What could would it do to engage the moron in a physical fight now?
VIVIANMy mind raced through a thousand possibilities. Life would be easier if I just took Nate up on his offer. It sounded shameless but in reality, I deserved this much. I had put up with so much, cried so much and lost so much. The least he could do was take responsibility in this way. But even as the thought crossed my mind, I dismissed it. Nate was no longer responsible for me and if ever I needed his help, I would have to strike a reasonable deal with him. "I'm fine." His face fell when I spoke and he bit his lower lip. "Just consider..." He started to say but I cut in quickly because we had gotten to my bus stop and I was running late for my class. "I'm fine for now. But if I ever need your help, I'll let you know." I said. He still looked worried but he brightened up a bit after I had spoken. "Promise me." He said but I pretended not to hear him. "I'm off." I said and opened the door. He looked like he was about to say more but I did not wait around to listen. I watche
VIVIAN My heart pounded in my chest. If I breathed any faster, I was sure I would collapse from the exertion. Why did things keep spiraling out of control despite my best efforts? I hugged my mother goodbye with shaky hands and rushed out of the hospital to hide the alarm on my face. She was already battling one problem and I did not want to add to it by telling her the news about Tracy. A taxi came to a stop in front of the hospital and I hurried in before the couple who had flagged it down. "I'm sorry!" I yelled out the window at them after giving the driver Tracy's address. "Let her be okay. Please, let her be okay." Disturbing tales of evils that had befallen single women who lived alone played through my mind and I begged the driver to go a little faster. Should I call the cops? I thought about the time Emily had called me out like this and I ended up with a gun to my head. Surely, this situation was not as precarious as that, right? I jumped down from the taxi imme
VIVIANAnother emergency. But this one couldn't be a prank because Nate had delivered the news and we weren't exactly friendly enough to pull that type of joke on each other. Also, it involved my mother. Nate was a premium jerk but he wouldn't stoop so low. Right? I wished he would. I would swear at him and maybe even hit him but my mother would be fine and I would have worried in vain. "Oh God, oh God... Oh God." Night was falling fast but I didn't care. I rushed out of the house and flagged down the first taxi I saw. If anything happened to my mother, how would I cope with the pain, the guilt. If anything happened... Thoughts consumed me and filled my head with scenarios that were probably too far fetched but seemed feasible at that moment. Panic had taken over me and my hands shook terribly as I contemplated calling Nate. What would I say? What was I trying to find out? "No, no..." "Is there a problem?" The taxi driver was looking at me through the rearview mirror and I ave
VIVIANI was elated.I flashed a wide smile back at the sea of smiling faces. I had not felt this way in a really long time, had not felt like what I had to say mattered, like I could dispense joy so freely, so abundantly and still have so much of it left to live on. I was not sad or angry or conflicted here, I just felt like I was wrapped in a bubble of peace, woven softly into a web of comfort and it scared me that this peace was fragile. That it could easily be broken if I didn't protect it. "Do you kids remember what we learnt yesterday?" I asked, leaning towards them and adopting a high pitched childlike voice. "Yes!" They chorused with enthusiasm. I smiled and turned to the board. "Today, we will learn something even more interesting. Are you ready to learn?" They answered with as much enthusiasm as earlier. Their innocence tugged at my heartstrings. Wouldn't my baby have grown to sound like this? To make mischievous jokes and play pranks on others? Maybe it was really not
VIVIANI sighed for the thousandth time. Why on earth couldn't I be allowed to catch a break? Had all the universal forces aligned to ensure I did not have a single moment of peace? The whole situation seemed absurd to me. I did not yet know what Ethan was going on about but it couldn't be anything good, judging by the tone of his voice. Moreover, he was never one to impose, so if he was in front of my house, it must mean something quite severe was about to go down or was even going down. The taxi came to a stop in front of my apartment and I hurried up the path. I did not have to look for Ethan as his car was parked conspicuously on the driveway and he was sitting on it's hood tapping his phone impatiently. "What the hell, Ethan..." "There's no time for this." He looked worried, confused and most notably, tired. His tie had been drawn down, probably to enable him breathe properly while driving and his hair was tousled as if he had been in too much of a hurry to brush it properl
NATEI swore internally. How had Ashton found out? But then again, the same idiot that had the temerity to give out company information had probably babbled again. Vivian looked stricken standing there, staring numbly from Ashton to my mother to Gran. She tried to say something but it seemed like the words would not come out. I wanted to hold her and calm her down like I did yesterday in the hospital but this was not the place or time and I was pretty sure she would push me away. Guilt weighed down on me heavily. This was all my fault. I had brought this situation on her and I wanted to fix it badly but I felt control slipping out of my hands. Ashton was pushing, tearing down the walls of support around me, trying to strip me of my confidence and painting Vivian as the black sheep. I could not understand for the life of me why he had suddenly turned bad. Or perhaps he had always been this way, lurking silently in the shadows, waiting for this chance to ruin me. "Vivian did nothin