Hannah and I walked like slaves that were being led to their death. I could see the struggle on her face as she tried to think of encouraging words to tell me. “Maybe we can beg Dr Patel. Have him lie about the paternity results?”“I don’t think he’ll do that.”She let out a sigh, “Things are going very badly.”They were.And at the center of the drama was a kid that didn’t ask for any of this.A child that Pierce was all too willing to take away from me. “Here we are!” Trevor said, stopping in front of a white door with kid’s stickers on it. An oddly happy setting to my dreadful task. He pushed it open and I walked in. Patel was waiting and ready. “Right this way Miss Myra, there’s a hospital gown for you to change into.” He pointed in the direction of curtains. My eyes followed his motion but my body stayed still.“Miss Myra?” He called.“Come on Myra, get in there. It’s just a test.” Trevor added.“No.” I found myself saying. “No it’s not just a test.” It was a procedure that
PIERCE…He paced the room again with his hands in hip hips. What would he do with Myra? he wondered for the hundredth time that day. She had made her demands and when he wanted to visit her apartment, she was gone. Trevor was supposed to have Hannah’s address to him by now. He grabbed his phone from the exercise bike and scrolled through his notifications. Trevor himself seemed to be playing some kind of game. Pierce was sure he saw a sparkle in his eyes when he informed him of Myra’s contract. She would be getting one, that was for sure. But not the one she was asking for.He wished he could see her face, when she was speaking to Trevor. His cock jerked at the thought. There was something different about her now, like a switch was flipped and she let out a little brat. One that intrigued him more than he’d like to admit. He resisted the urge to go to Trevor’s office and shake the address out of him. But he reminded himself to stay cool and collected. He could not let the tough ex
My ears perked up.Hannah waved her hand dismissively, “I was there when you spoke to Myra, “So I’m guessing SHE told you that I wanted her to abort. We clearly need to talk.”He didn’t want me to abort? There was no way. He was bluffing. Trying to get me out so he could then force me.“So…you don’t want her to abort?” Hannah questioned, now unsure. Most of the venom had left her voice.“Yes, Hannah. Now, will you let me see her?”She crossed her hands over her chest, and glanced back at the house “I think there’s been a misunderstanding, maybe they should talk.” Damien spoke to Hannah softly. They both turned to the house, forcing me to move from my hiding spot. I stopped by the entrance, and waited as Pierce’s eyes roamed over my sweater clad body. “You’ll be having this conversation inside, that way you can’t wack her over the head with a plank and stuff her in your boot.”“Whatever you want.” Pierce said drily, his eyes never leaving mine. They all piled in and Damien and Hann
I knew Pierce had gotten the DNA results when he called me to get my sister ready for the move. He had already made arrangements for my things to be boxed and moved to his house, from my apartment.For the second time, I made Lily pack her life up. She seemed more upset now, than the last time, and I found myself defending Pierce’s actions while admitting to the mistakes I made.“You have to understand, Lily. He’s not like us…”“…It was my fault I should’ve told him from the start…”“….yes, I know, but I was the one who assumed that he would want me to abort, he didn’t say it…”She only stopped arguing after Hannah told her to not stress me and the baby further. She might have taken it too literally because she refused to utter a word to me. I got answers to my questions in grunts or nod of head. The ride to our new home was silent.As we entered the place, I realized why Pierce had called this place a house instead of a home. There was nothing personal in it. No pictures nothing.
I rubbed my eyes roughly as I woke up from a bad night. I didn’t even know when I’d fallen asleep. I had just been too tired.With my eyes still closed, I swung my feet to the ground frowning when I contacted cold tiled floors. That wasn’t right. I had a dark grey rug underneath my bed, the fluff on it made me look forward to my mornings.I gave up on feeling for the rug and got up. I decided I would just use the restroom and plan my life day from there. I’d managed a few steps with my eyes half closed before I connected with a barrier. I peeled one eye open to peer down at it.Plain boxes with random labels were stacked on each other. How did that get there? I wondered as my sleep brain adjusted.There were several boxes on the floor, some pen and empty and others still seasoned, as a matter of fact this place looked nothing like my. Cozy home with its blaring white walls and cruel floors. It wasn’t my family home either.I had just began panicking when I recalled the events of the p
How could she tell that from my face alone?She shrugged. “Mr. Blackwood is a very silent man, when you work with someone like that you learn to tell facial expressions better.” She answered the question in my head.“Then why didn’t you just answer the original question in my head?” I joked,She stopped whisking the egg and looked at me. “I can tell you’re nervous, but I don’t know what about. Perhaps moving here? Or you’re worried about your sister, or is it Mr. Blackwood?”“Wow, you should open a fortune telling shop, maybe Pierce could invest.”The corners of her lips twitched up again before she bent her head to continue her task.“I was actually wondering if he has gone out to work already.” I started tentatively.“A couple hours ago, and he comes back even later. Rinse and repeat.” She responded. Of course some of the nights or mornings he came back late he was with me, tangled up in my sheets.Angie glanced at me and my cheeks colored. God I hope her psychic powers were not t
Derek stopped the car opposite the address I had given him before he peered at the park.“Closed.” He stated before he turned back to look at me.I opened the car door and slipped out immediately.“Woah Woah Woah!” He blocked my path, “where do you think you’re going, the park is closed.”I rolled my eyes. “There’s a coffee shop right there behind you. Could it not be possible that I’m going there?”He turned behind him and I used to opportunity to move closer to the empty road. “Miss Myra!” he called after me, following as I crossed the street to the closed park. Two men stood guard from the gates. I rooted in my bag for my ID as I said hello to them. After I showed them my card, the gates were opened.“What kind of park is this?” He asked with a frown marring his face.“The kind that is closed till filming is over.” One of the security guys answered, still holding the gate open for me. I turned to face Derek with an apologetic smile on my face. “I’m sorry I had to fool you into
I could just keep on walking. Pretend like I didn’t hear her voice past others talking but everyone had practically gone silent and were either watching us, or had gone back to work. I spun on my heel to face her. “Oh! you can’t believe my surprise when O’Malley said you called, ready to resume. The thought of me almost drowning filled my head and I flinched when Tami touched me.I could not tell if she had noticed it and she was ignoring it because she squeezed me into a hug. Lucky it was over quickly. “How are you? How is the…”The child I was carrying for your possible husband? “Great. She’s doing great.”I could not have imagined the look that flashed across her face, could I?She smiled, “it was such an unfortunate incident, I can’t help but blame myself, I should’ve done better as the AD. I owe you my heartfelt apologies.”“Oh don’t be silly miss Baker, it was an accident.” One of the workers spoke up.“Yeah, sometimes you make plans and life makes its own.” A woman added, bef
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