I placed my hand over my belly as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My hair was tied down in a bun at the back of my head and there was no trace of makeup on my face. The simple black dress I had on matched my puffy eyes and mood overall. Lily knocked on the bathroom door softly. “You can’t keep them waiting forever.” She said softly and I let out a breath. It had been two painful days since Yvette left and it was time to talk about burial arrangements. I had clearly stated what I wanted for my daughter but the hospital had refused, stating that since Pierce was the father, it had to be both our decision to make. He and the doctor were waiting in the office for my arrival but I could not get my feet to move. To walk into that room and talk about the…the disposal of my child.“Myra?” Lily called again.“I’m coming.” I answered and brushed my hand over my face, before I opened the door. I smiled at her before I passed her and led the way to Dr. Eli.When I stepped in the offic
It took me a week of constantly ignoring texts and calls from well meaning people to decide what I wanted to do. Among those calls and texts were reporters or journalists who wanted the gist about me and Pierce’s engagement.“We broke up.” I said simply the first time I answered a reporter’s call before I ended it.Throughout the week I had slept, wept, and ate in the dark. I didn’t want to listen to any other sounds except the beating of my own heart. I chewed ibuprofen in my mouth as I climbed the flight of stairs to get to the new set O’Malley was working in. After all the sympathetic looks I had gotten walking into the building, I did not want to interact with anyone who thought the bags under my eyes were because of my so-called broken engagement with Pierce. When I walked into the set, I was greeted by different shades of brown and green. The room had been decorated to look like the woods, not to mention all the green screen background. The first person that noticed me was t
I rolled my eyes at her. “Not my fault. She started it.” She started it from the moment she tried to drown me on set. “Can’t say I blame you. The nerve of her trying to rub it in. So cruel.” “I still think it was a foolish reaction.” Lily added. “And Pray tell how it is?” She looked between the three of us like she didn’t realize she had said it outloud, then she shrugged. “I donno, maybe don’t annoy the crazy psycho who has been trying to kill you for so long.” “Okayyy,” Hannah butted in and grabbed my hand. “Let’s get some food into our systems and not talk about this anymore. But while I ate, I kept glancing at Lily. My phone rang and answered. “Hello?” I said, still sounding irritated. “Miss Myra thompson?” A woman asked. “Yes, this is her.” I heard some noise in the background and then Liwayway’s voice. “Myra.” She said and I sat up. Hannah and Lily looked at my change in posture and stopped the conversation. “Hey Liway. What’s wrong? Are the test results back?
“Open the fucking door!” I yelled and pounded on the door again while Jace watched. “Hey! Myra?” I heard Pierce’s voice and turned to look at him. My eyes raked over him with hate.He was barefoot and in a simple pair of jeans and t-shirt. “Where is she?” I yelled “where are you hiding her!”“Who? Ruth? She left a day after the baby…she’s not here. What-““Left to where? Oh, I see. Her job is done, so she can just waltz out of here? How much did you pay her, Pierce?” I yelled, “How much did you pay her to slowly kill my baby. What price did you put on the death of our child?”His hands moved to grab my shoulders but I shoved him away. He took a step back but it had nothing to do with my strength. “I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”“Just stop it. Stop the fucking act! I can't take it anymore!” Angie hurried to us, clearly drawn by my yelling, and stopped close to Jace. “Myra,” she said softly and started walking towards me.“Stay away from me!” I screamed, and she stop
I kept on walking, missing the rest of their conversation. My sole focus at that point was getting Ruth. “Jace, could you call the cops.” I threw over my shoulder.He said nothing but from the corner of my eye I saw him pull out his phone. We climbed into the car again and I typed in Ruth’s address into the gps. Pierce was in his car by the time Jace rolled out of the compound. I vibrated in my seat, as the seconds ticked by, checking the gps to make sure we were still going the right way. Once again, I opened the door and got out as soon as Jace slowed in front of the apartment building, taking steady steps towards the entrance. Two teenages lounged close to the door smoking, and looked at our little party inquisitively as I passed them. I hurried up the stairs ignoring the burn in my legs. Finally, I reached the top floor and stopped at Ruth’s door. “This is it.” I told Jace and tried the lock. It didn’t budge. “She can’t be gone.” I tried the door again. “Fuck!” I cursed and s
After finding Ruth’s body in her apartment, I stayed indoors for the rest of the week, just waiting; waiting to get my baby’s urn, waiting for O’Malley to call me in.Sometimes I would seem perfectly fine. I would be making coffee one minute and the next second I’m shoving the coffee machine off the table.That was something I had to repair now before I left the motel. I just had so much anger in me and sometimes it would boil over. Ruth was not supposed to be dead. She was not supposed to be liquified, in her bedroom, with a suicide note beside her.The note had been an apology. And not just to me. It said that even while she worked under a hospital, she had this weird need to poison mothers. She had said that she was twenty three when doctors told her that she could not have a child of her own, and she held that grudge, taking children from what she termed ‘undeserving mothers’.My Yvette was just one more kid in a line of deaths. It made me furious . But why would she kill herself
I dodged just in time, avoiding her knife as it slashed across my hoodie. Suddenly, the memory of the press assailant clicked into place - Sarah was the woman with the knife who tried to stab me. I didn't have time to process the thought, though, as her blade sliced through the air again. Everytime she missed, she let out a frustrated scream. I threw my bag in her face, and lunged, tackling her to the ground. We wrestled, my hands desperately trying to pry the knife from her grasp, and then her knee slipped between us and struck me with a sharp blow to the stomach.Wincing, I let go of her cluthef my stomach. That gave Sarah all the opening she needed. With a swift motion, she rolled on top of me, pinning my hands under her knees, her eyes gleaming with a sinister light.“You should’ve taken the deal.” She laughed, and drove the blade down towards me.Just as it reached my face, a hand came into view and the knife sank into it, stopping mere inches from my face. My rescuer growled in
I’d prefer we not talk at all, but refusing him could cause unnecessary drama.I led the way to the changing closet and shut the door, then moved to a wardrobe to keep the distance between us wide.“It’s good to see that you're back at work. Hopefully O’Malley hasn’t been working you too hard, what with the wound-““What do you want, Pierce.” I didn’t want to have conversations that sounded normal. I could not trust myself not to be pulled to him again. “Just wanted to check if you’re alright.” He removed his bandaged right hand from his pocket and scratched the back of his ear. “I know Sarah wouldn’t be dumb enough to find you again, but I couldn’t stop worrying.” I looked away from him, refusing to fall for his false display of emotion. Pierce always knew just what to say to keep me hooked while we were together. I wasn’t going back to that Myra. “I uhhh…. I also wanted to tell you that your dad is back in the penitentiary. He got into a bar fight with some old buddies of his. And
“Uhh…I’m still waiting.” Pierce said after a minute hafd passed and I was still standing.“Right.” I took a steadying breath and moved closer before starting my task, removing my thoughts from how my hand brushed acroos his face.“Have you done this before?” He asked.I snorted, “I grow body hair Pierce, I know how to shave.” My cheeks flamed as my words hinted to a private part of myself. This was going wonderful. We stayed silent till I had finshed applying the shaving cream. “You want everything off right?”He nodded. Sad. I started at the top moving in gentle strokes so I would not nick him. When I rinsed the blade off in the sink. He spoke. “So uhh, since you’re here? Can you give me a run down of what’s been going on? In your life and generally”“You’re not supposed to talk, what if I cut you?”“I won’t be talking. You will.”I sighed, resigned. It wasn’t a bad idea. If I was talking then I would not give myself time to focus on what I was doing. How close my face was to his as
Angie had come down with a fever by morning. The first sign that something was wrong was the factvthat she had not gotten up earlier than me and Heidi. After a dose of painkillers, I left her to sleep and got Heidi ready for school. I knew that if her symptoms persisted, there was no way in hell I would be going to Pierce’s house. Not alone. I would’ve called Trevor but I felt like seeing him, would cause Pierce to withdraw further. Like a reminder of all his responsibilities. That could come when he was ready. With one last check on Angie, I and Heidi piled into the car and went to her school, only to return an hour later. Angie had woken up and was in the kitchen buttering a piece of bread when we found her. She looked at us in surprise. “I thought you were off to school, and you on your way to his house?”I shook my head. “I mean we did go to school, but classes are canceled.” I opened the fridge and took out a sealed plate of gelato.“Lice.” Heidi volunteered. “yup. So till th
I pushed other papers out of the way, revealing more photographs. With them in my hands I sat back on my knees, and tried to comit every photo to my memory. “You shouldn’t have these.” I said, my voice shaking. “Myra-““Why do you have them, when did you take them?” That last question was irrelevant. He had taken them at the hospital, while I was holding Yvette. One of the photos was a close replica to the portrait he had given me. I didn’t even hear a camera click. In one photo, Yvette’s face was scrunched up, she looked like she was winking at the camera. My hand brushed her downy hair, my throat closing up with emotion.“Hey sweet pea.” I whispered, and looked at another photograph. “They’re all I have of both of you.” He said and I turned. He had lowered himself to the floor, not very close to me. New clothes clverred his body and water dripped down feom his wet hair. “I…wanted to give them to you. But, you took all of Yvette’s ashes and I…I just needed something to remind me
I made quick work of cleaning the kitchen while Angie worked on the living room. Pierce stayed in the kitchen with me, with the excuse that he was eating. I could feel his eyes burning into my back as I cleaned the fridge. God, I could barely believe my eyes when I turned in the living room. For a second I wondered if Pierce’s house had been broken into, and the long haired, bearded, hunched man in front of me was a hobo. It took a while for me to wrap my head around the fact that it was Pierce. He had lost so much weight. I could feel all his ribs when I went to help him, but that didn’t change how strong he was…My body lit up at the memory of how he held me, his hands skating delicately across my skin. Even now, I could not deny my body’s reaction to him. There are somethings you make peace with. This was one of them for me. But being attracted to him, did not mean I would be disloyal to Carter. I came here for one thing and as soon as that was completed, I would leave. “You’re
I stood outside the gates of Pierce’s house willing for something to happen. Anything that would make me say ‘Pierce was fine’, climb back in our car and get the fuck out of here. “Ready?” Angie asked me, adjusting the bag of food and cleaning supplies we had brought with us. “Yeah.” I rooted in my bag for the key Trevor had given to me. We had passed two different security personnel so far, but here, there was no one. My heart beat frantically in my chest as I fixed the key in the lock and twisted, bracing myself for what we were going to see before I pushed it open. The outside of the bouse didnt look bad. Sure, a few blades of grass had managed to make a home in different parts of the concrete but that was about it. Save for it looking completely abandoned, nothing seemed amiss. It made me wonder if he had even stepped out of the house all this time. When we entered the house, Angie sneezed, dropping her bags on the floor to grab a kerchief. A sheen of dust covered every su
Saturdays were our stay-at-home day. We would all pile into the kitchen to help, or bother Angie while she made food, or we would both do personal things; like me reading a book and Heidi doing her homework, but all in the kitchen. Today Heidi sat across from me on the counter, while Angie chopped carrots for her latest creation. I glanced up from my laptop and watched her, hair in pigtails, crossed legged and face scrunched in concentration as she moved her colored pencils over her current project. Peaceful.And yet, I didn’t feel that way deep down. My eyes moved to my phone again and I looked away for the dozenth time. I had made several calls to Carter, all of which he rejected. I got that he was upset but I really had good intentions when I wanted to visit Pierce. Of course that was off the table now. I would not jeopardize the relationship I was building with Carter to check on him. No matter how bad I thought he was doing. Because it wasn’t my problem. I told myself. Angie
I scoffed, raising my feet off the soft rug and hugging it to myself. “So he’s done stalking me all over the city and now wants to guilt trip me into coming to him?” “Do you think that’s what this is?” Angie asked calmly. I blew out a breath, avoiding her gaze. “No.” She smiled, “what do you think it is then?” “I don’t know.” I shrugged “he’s having a mid life crisis? it doesn’t matter what he’s doing, he just has to stop it. I might not love him anymore but I don’t want him to hurt himself.” She made no comment on the “don’t love him” part. Thank God. “So you’re gonna pay a visit to him?” I chewed on my bottom lip and leaned back in my chair. If I was going to his house, it had nothing to do with his mother’s request, like I said, I didn’t want anything horrible to happen to him. I had moved on from us, and it was time he did too. If he needed a little push from me then I would give him that. As a thank you for everything he had done for me. “I’m gonna have to tell Carter
Lost his mind?Elizabeth stared me down while I processed her words. Pierce lost his mind? This was the part where I should tell her I still didn’t care, check on Heidi and get the hell out of here.I swallowed, my feet rooted to the spot. “Go on.” I said finally, forcing my expression to stay blank. “Two months ago, I wanted to reach out to him for some…personal reasons. He was not in his office. And that secretary of his told me he was home, and that whatever thing that needed handling, he or the COO would take of it. Obviously I wanted to talk to my son directly. So I tried home, and the guards wouldn’t even let me through the gate. I’m his mother, and they blatantly refused.” “Is this the part where I feel sorry for you.” I asked pointedly, why was she blabbering about unimportant things anyway. She should be telling me about Pierce. Annoyance flickered across her face. And I could see the goody act for what it was. She tucked it behind a mask again. “When I questioned his s
Not a bold smile, like I would expect, but one that conveyed vulnerability. Which seemed even scarier. I blinked rapidly hoping this specter from my past would disappear, but she persisted, and then began walking towards me. She was trying to cross the small street when I whirled around and climbed into my car, cringing at the force with which I slammed the door. “You slammed the door.” A very helpful Heidi pointed out. “Sorry doll.” I said quickly and paused. I had not heard that nickname in a while nor thought of ever saying it out-loud but here I was. Few seconds with his mother in sight and I was wigging out. “I’m not a doll, I’m a girl.” I didn’t turn back but I knew her nose and brows were scrunched up in a disgusted frown. I started the car and glanced behind, before slipping out of my parking space. I gripped the steering wheel tightly to stop my hands from shaking. What was it? Fear? I was scared. Not of Elizabeth but of what she signified. Pierce. What was