She heard strangled sobbing and realized that the sounds were coming from her. Her shoulders shaking with every sob that racked her body, she ran her fingers over little. She was the same size in the painting as she was that day. I glanced at her own on the table at back down at the painting in my arms. “My little girl.” I whispered, wiping away a tear that would’ve fallen on it. With unsteady steps I walked to the memorial and rearranged it, placing the painting at the back and sat back on my knees to look at it. I imagined celebrating my birthday with her here. It would’ve been more joyful. Maybe she would’ve cried and I would have to leave early, or she would sleep soundly through the whole thing and I would brag that my daughter was not a fussy baby. All that had been taken away from me. I trudged back into bed, lifting the covers to climb back in, but stopped as a thought crossed my mind. He wouldn’t, I told myself, but the thought remained. Silently I replaced the covers
my face hurt from smiling so much. And not just the smiles of today, but all the smiling I had to do for the past months for publicity, but God is was so worth it. It shouldn’t have surprised me but I still needed time to wrap my head around the fact that our movie was a blockbuster! “Myra, can you smile for the camera.” A reported said and I fought the urge to roll my eyes. All I’ve been doing was smiling. Jace tugged me closer to make room for Roberto on the red carpet. “When this is over, I don’t think your face is gonna go back to normal.” He whispered. “I’m gonna be buried like this.” I joked back. Jace and Roberto were with me every step of the way. This had been the most hectic months of my life but I had them ribbing and teasing the whole time. O’Malley joined us and took the middle position as we posed for more photos. Then, other male casts that were afilited with my character, then all of us. “Wow, Myra. Talk about an army of men.” A reporter joked as Jace and Robert
I dug in my heel, forcing him to stop. Finally he turned, “well?”He sighed, “Before your press tour began, I paid Pierce a visit. Told him about the press tour and that him pestering you would distract you, make you fail. So we both came to an agreement tht it would be best if he stayed away till it was over.” He finished. “I shouldn’t have mentioned it out there.”“You spoke to him for me?” I asked softly.“I wanted your premiere to be a success.”I wrapped my hand around his neck and brushed my lips over his lips as his hands rose to steady me against him, his eyes bore into mine like he wanted more but didn’t want to voice it. We should’ve passed this stage. I hadn’t kissed him since the night of my birthday, and so far my only excuse for not exploring what I had with Carter, was that I had been so busy with work. He hasn’t said anything about that night and neither had I. A few times I would catch a strange look on his face, but then it would be gone, and he would flash me one of
My face twisted into a scowl as I watched her approach him, slip on an imaginary barrier and fall towards him for him to catch her. It all happened in a second; me stepping forward and being held in place by Rhonda’s strong hands, Tami’s gasp as she fell forward in front of him, the look of surprise that crossed her face when she continued to fall past him and then the sound of her body as it hit the floor. Through it all, Pierce’s eyes never left my face. He pulled his gaze downward finally and looked at Tami- who for some reason was still on the damn floor- with indifference. Why was no one else moving, everyone was waiting, barely breathing as they watched the drama unfold. She moaned as she sat up, raising her hand to her head. “I don’t feel so good, Pierce?” He lifted his drink to his lips, finished it off in one gulp, and then he casually stepped over her form to get to the bewildered waiter, and grabbed another drink. Just like that the quiet spell was broken and soun
I watched as he moved closer to me. “Your ruby? What happened to doll.” “You are everything, Myra. My ruby, my fireball, my doll. Mine…mine, mine.” He stopped a few inches from me, his hand in his pocket. “But if you like doll, then doll it is. You came all this way just to run away from me.” I turned away from him. “I hope you don’t plan on asking why. Besides, it’s bad publicity to be seen with you, I don’t want you to ruin my image Pierce.” He was grinning when I turned. “If I wasn’t the egoistic son of a bitch that I am, that would’ve hurt my feelings, Myra.” “Good, you know how I felt.” He withdrew his hand from his pocket and my heartbeat quickened. It was just a fucking hand you idiot, I swore to myself. Then he started a slow stroll toward me and my panic was justified. “I do. but I didnt mean it like that.” “It’s not what you meant it’s what you did, and it doesn’t matter anymore.” I backed away. “It does, but not tonight. So, don’t I play the part of the
My body froze for a split second and then yielded to his touch before I could make a brain connection. No no no no. It took immense self will to move my head back when all I wanted to do was bury my fingers in his scalp. He leaned with me, his hold on me tightening. I tried to push against his chest but there was barely any space between us. I bit down. A setting that was all to familiar happened in front of my eyes. Him drawing back in surprise his eyes on my face wondering if I meant to do it, and then realization. His arm loosened from around me and I shoved him away, stumbling and still being caught by him. He set me right on my feet and stepped back. His eyes searching my face. I remembered when this had first happened. He had been angry, threatened my life if I left him. Now, Pierce had the most heart wrenching look of hurt on his face. I could still taste his blood in my mouth and it made my stomach coil. “We’re never going back to this Pierce. No matter how strong our phys
This little coffee shop definitely knew how to brew a good coffee, and their buttered scones were delicious which was all I was eaten since I tasted it while Carter explored their menu.”Their quiche could definitely use some work.” He gave his final verdict and dropped his spoon, I giggled and took a bite out of a fresh scone. “What?”“I think you’re adorable.” I admitted, the way your brows furrowed in concerntration as you pass judgement…that’s tv worthy stuff.” His expression softened into a smile. “But it does make me curious about your cooking. Tell me this, do food critics usually know how to cook?”“Not always, their gift is in the tasting. But I know how to, that’s my secret weapon, if I made anything for you you would be trying to jump me right now.” He winked at me and I grinned. “That good huh? As good as Angie’s?”“I don’t think I’ve tried anything of hers.”“You have. At my birthday.” He paused, “She’s got a gift.”“She’s amazing-“I felt a tap on my shoulder and turne
“Come on ladies chop chop!” The man in charge of arranging us, Micah, yelled as he walked down the line. Fifteen women. That was the number of women that were to be “auctioned” tonight, me included. We all wore the red off shoulder midi dress that we were given and our hair was in the same styles. Bianca tried to hitch her dress higher over her boobs. “This was a bad idea. This was a really bad idea.” She said, Sophia rolled her eyes and moved to stand beside her, then helped pull the dress up. “Oh stop panicking, we’re not even doing anything! They call your number, you catwalk up there with a smile and do nothing.” “What if they don’t bid on me?” I looked down at the chest that she was currently trying to cover. No better than a man, I know. But it was an impressive rack. “I think that’s the least of your problems.” I remember peeking through the curtains earlier and Jesus the men! “What you should worry about is not getting picked by a weirdo.” “That man Solo Red? Stupid fuc
I woke up the next morning with slight headache but refused to budge from the bed, dying of embarrassment as I relieved the events of last night. I tried to seduce Pierce into sex with me! What kind of idiot was I?!I groaned and covered my face with my palm. And now I was laying down in sheets that smelled like him, wondering if he had woken up or I could still sneak away like a one night stand. I lay there recalling the events of my day. From catching Carter, to Hannah’s confession and coming here. All of you or nothing…I rolled off the bed and turned the bedside lamp on, before scouring the room for my handbag. It was under my coat that I had dumped on the floor promptly after he had left the room. According to my phone, it was seven am, there was two checking -in messages from Angie, one from Hannah with an apology and several from Carter. One of my heels was still on my foot and I slipped it off before I padded to his bathroom to wash my face in the sink.As the water dripped
I watched, my body burning under his gaze as his eyes trailed over me. From my heels and higher-slowly, painfully higher, till they stopped at my face. He swallowed, and took another step back. No quite the reaction I was expecting. A lazy smile spread across my face and I took a step forward, to make up for the one he had taken. “Stop.” His voice came out as a strangled whisper, his breath was uneven, pupils blown wide, jaw tight like he was holding back a storm. He refused to look at me. I took another step, blocking him when he cursed and tried to move towards the door. “Hannah told me about your arrangement with her.” He lifted his eyes to me and looked back at the floor just a quickly, not before I caught the awareness in his expression. I took another step again, a dizzy spell taking over. I shut my eyes and took a breath. I didn’t want to talk right now, I wanted him to be doing things to my body that I would forget by morning. “I-It was the only way I could give you
”Maybe it is my fault, I should’ve left the past in the past. Create more time for us? Stopped taking so long to have sex with it.” I rambled on my words tripping over each other to get past my lips. Two hours in a bar with Hannah, and my intoxication levels were up. “Myra! Are you listening to yourself?“ I nursed my fifth drink, while Hannah scolded me. “Damien disappears into his hobbies all the time and he never has to worry about me cheating on him. Carter’s reaction here says more about him. Plus, You did say he said mistresses were normal in his world.”“His words not mine.” And the ease at which he said it. I could already picture it. Married for ten years and knowing my husband had seven mistresses on the side… normal in his world my foot. “That son of a bitch, I can’t believe he had us fooled. But there you go. He would’ve done it anyway.”I sighed, and downed the rest of my drink while Hannah sipped hers like a civilized human being. “Wanna see my outfit?” I asked drunke
I hugged my coat to my body and prayed no strong gust of wind would whip the fabric up and expose my body to the innocent passersby outside of Carter’s apartment building. He was still ignoring my texts and since my visit with Emma a week ago, I had abandoned all efforts to contact him, and focused all my energy on building a case against Ava Baker. I may not be able to get back at Tami directly for Yvette but it would still hurt her if her mum was going to prison, and who knows, there was still time for Tami to slip up in the future. I stood out there and let my gaze float up to the highest part of the building, where he stayed, and swallowed nervously. If our conversation went well, the. Me and him would be making love for the first time. My way to show him that I was committed to him. A big step for both of us. And yet, my mind rebelled, still not ready for the change. It felt like…cheating to have sex with him. I gritted my teeth and stepped into the building, said a quick hel
I adjusted the strap of my handbag and knocked on the door to Emma’s home. It was a suburban place in a corner of the city, I turned my head to the sound of a group of young boys walking their dog as each one tried to speak louder than the last person. The door creaked open, pulling my attention back. A woman in her fifties, just a little taller than me, stood in the doorway with Viking braids, wearing oversized sweats and a cardigan. She smiled at me, a little unsure. “Myra?” “Hi, yes it’s me. Nice to put a face to the voice.” “It is.” Her eyes roamed over my body. ”I see the resemblance.” She stated, getting even more of my attention. “Come right in ..” She stepped aside, giving me space to enter and I hesitated. Up until this point the only feeling in my mind had been excitement, now came the wariness. Maybe it wasn’t such a hot idea to visit a woman I had never met before. “Look, I am as scared of you as you are of me. But then I saw the resemblance and I’m hoping you’re re
I waited till she was in front of me, counting headstones as we wove through them to the one with her mother’s name engraved on it. I remembered what Angie said she had asked and smiled to myself, before I went closer, dropped flowers on the headstone, and stepped back to join Pierce. catching the first bits of her conversation where she mentioned Nicole’s picture on the memorial in my room. “You’re a good mom.” My head snapped to him but his eyes remained trained on Heidi. “I can tell you are because of how she glows.” My eyes fell on Heidi again who was sitting crossed leg on the grass making a bird motion with her hands as she spoke animatedly. “Yeah, I guess I am. Speaking of mothers, did you visit yours?” “I did.” “Did you pass on my message?” From the corner of my eye I saw a grin spread on his face. “I said you sent your regards. She understood.” “Good.” Heidi got up from the ground and wiped her behind.”ice cream?” “Yeah ice cream.” I tugged on one of her bubble
“Come on Heidi, the flats are better! Just-“ I let out an exasperated sigh. “Do you want me to help you with your shoes?”“No.” Came her defiant reply. Everytime we had this visit we would deal with some kind of delay. Her shoes not being right, her braids not done properly, she suddenly didn’t like the outfit we had chosen together. Every visit. If not for her anticipation before the D-day, I would not believe she even wanted to visit her mum’s grave. “Give her a break, she’s doing her best to cope.” Angie said sympathetically beside me. “I know.” “Yesterday she asked me if she had to tell her mum that she called you mum.” A sad smile crept on my face, “what did you tell her?”“That her mum would be happy if she was happy.”That much was true. Finally Heidi stepped out of the room, the two bubble braids in her hair still secure, but a new dress and shoes on. I would take whatever win I could get. “You ready?” I asked. Heidi nodded “okay, we visit my mum’s grave first-“My phon
I grabbed the file like a junkie looking for a fix and opened it hurriedly. There it was, written on the faded piece of paper with frayed edges: Camilla Diogenes This was real. My eyes ran over the contents. There were two piece of paper attached to the main report.One that stated how Camilla had died; using a scapel to slice her own neck, and one that carried information of her baby. The child that was supposed to be me. I raised it and read the main document, her name, other information. Just another patient to the people in St John but to me, she was the woman who gave me life. The woman who planned for my birth to be the moment she turned her life around. Finally I moved to the corner I had been searching for. Four names were listed. Megan WalkerRachel TurnerAbigail HayesAnd mum I had three people who could help me. “This is it.” I told Pierce, my words trembling with a mix of fear and hope. “How do you get their numbers, is there a registery somwhere-“ “Yeah, I fo
I eyed the pile of boxes again. My alarm had already gone off and we should be getting back, but this was the first time I had any semblance at a direction. If I went home now I would be absolutely restless. Plus it would be harder for me if I waited that long with hope and it turned out to be futile. “Alright, let’s do this.” I said finally, and grabbed a box. Pierce joined me on the floor and we searched in silence. “Thank you for being here. Even if this turns out be a a wild goose chase, I’m glad you’re here helping me. It’s very nice.” “I didn’t do it to be nice, I did it because I care, this one just shows up being nice.” He answered. “Compared to you forcing me into a room with my raging mother.” I countered. Till this day, I wonder how different things would’ve been if it went wrong.“But it didn’t, and she was fine for a while.” “Yeah.” “How did you cope?” He asked, “after your mum died, couldn’t have been easy.”I read through the paper in my hand, before I shut it