When I woke up the next morning to the sound of Pierce showering, I went straight down to turn on the television. My heart dropping with every channel that had my face or name written in it. Angie brought breakfast to me while I was still glued to the Tv.“What a pain that is.” Ruth said as she came to give me meds. “I never was a fan of TV, at the end of the day it’s all about the ratings isn’t it?” I didn’t give a response. “Are you still having bad morning sickness?”I shook my head.“Okay. I’ll leave you to it then.”My phone rang and I grabbed it, my eyes still glued to the television. “This is Rhonda, Myra. We need you to come in for a meeting this morning.”I chewed on my thumb and forefinger nervously. We’re they planning on recasting me because of the interview? “What time would be good?”She hesitated, “now.”I nodded, then realised it was a voice call. “Yeah, I’m on my way.”As soon as the line went dead I raced back upstairs. Pierce was slipping on a t-shirt when I got
“You’re here finally.” Pierce growled in the darkness. “I’m sorry, my session went on a bit longer today because Sarah came in late.” I explained breathlessly, feeling around the wall for the light switch. I knew better than to keep him waiting. “Leave it. Come to me,” he commanded. I did as I was told, dropping my duffel bag to the floor as I ambled towards him. “Clothes .” My pulse quickened in my veins and I tugged off my cardigan, my pants, bra… then I stopped. I could tell he was in a bad mood, one that didn’t have anything to do with me being late. I shivered lightly in anticipation and waited for him to close the space between us. When he stood, he pressed my semi naked body to his fully clothed one and released my hair from its ponytail prison. “How was your day,” I asked tentatively, as he ran his fingers on my hips, tracing an invisible line to my waist. “I’ll show you.” He said, and picked me like I weighed nothing. Naturally my legs wrapped around him as he
“Shit!” Hannah yelled and caught the bottle before it reached the ground. I could not force a word of thanks to her, or peel my eyes away from her phone. It wasn’t the caption that got to me. When you are famous, unwarranted rumors tend to spread, especially when you’re more secretive. I had seen posts shipping me and fellow cast members, him and other members of high society, a few deep founded allegations about our relationship…so the tagline was nothing new. It wasn’t the headline that had me moving in a mindless gait to an empty folding chair, it was the picture…pictures! I discovered in horror, as I scrolled down the article.It was her. Pierce’s first love was with him in every photo, a big smile on her face. She was back and in his arms. Pierce seemed to be supporting her weight with his body while she clung to him like every breath in her body was fueled by his presence.I didn't need the caption to tell it's her because she looked like me. Or I should say, I looked like
Laughter bubbled in my throat when her words registered in my head. “Hannah, what on earth would I need this for? Put it away before someone walks in and assumes the same thing.” I dropped the packet on the bench between us like it had burned my hand. “I’m not kidding Myra. I know you wish I am, but I’m not. You’ve been sick for nearly a month, you stopped eating mango flavored chips even though they’re your second favorite food in the whole world, and your body, it’s changing…” “Jesus Christ Hannah, slow down with the sex talk. I’m not pregnant, okay? I can’t be. We’ve used protection every time we had sex.” “Every time?” “Yes!” I yelled and moved further away from her. The last thing both of us wanted was a child. I had an experience being raised in a dysfunctional family, and I would not do that to a kid. Plus my career had just started, what part of my life would a kid fit in. Pierce…well Pierce was Pierce. A kid out of wedlock was not up on his bingo cards. We were caref
Every emotion that battled for the frontline a second ago all trickled into one. My heart thumped in my chest as I watched Pierce speak with the doctor while she played with the edge of his suit. I began to feel lightheaded and took a step backwards. The simple movement seemed to draw Pierce attention because he turned and looked straight at me. I searched his eyes for…guilt? Pleasure? Any emotion that would let me know where we stood. The woman turned to him, then me, and soon, she was tugging Pierce towards me. I stood frozen, like a deer in headlights as the pair approached me, the doctor, forgotten. This was a good thing. Pierce would introduce us and later in life, we could laugh about how much I was panicking now. As they stopped directly opposite me, I peeled my eyes from Pierce and smiled at her. The first thing I noticed was how similar we both looked. I might have glossed over her features in the pictures I had seen, but face to face it was undeniable. Although sh
My fingers hovered over my screen after I typed his name out. Saying goodbye to Pierce was not an easy feat to accomplish. I wished I could wave a hand and make everything right for the three of us. I placed my hand on my flat stomach and sighed. I hated myself for all the times I let myself dream of a perfect life with Pierce. The life we could have with the child I was carrying if only he gave us a chance. Maybe it was best if we didn’t end things. I could wait for him to show up, we would talk it out and come to an agreement. I could not erase Pierce from my life completely. Even if I tried, and with the baby, and my finances…why did things have to get so complicated? I had to be brave. If not for me, then for the child I carried. They deserved to have a life filled with love and staying with Pierce would create a rift in its life. With shaky fingers I typed out the rest of my text and hit send before I gave myself a chance to overanalyze or change my mind about ending things
“Look this way Myra.” “Miss Myra can you smile this way!” “I love your dress, was it made by a popular designer?” “Please, one more photo Myra!” the photographers shouted as we walked the red carpet. Camera lights flashed repeatedly but I was used to it by now. My nerves were more active than usual that night. Seeing as it was my first outing after texting Pierce. I hated to admit it but not hearing from him was making me very nervous. Especially since there were rumors circulating that he would attend this event. My sister tugged at my arm and I looked beside me. “Is it always like this?” Lily asked, awe written on her face. I was glad I had decided to make her my plus one for the party that night. “Not always, but this is a double event. We’re celebrating the birthday of the CEO of the label and the success of our new TV series.” I explained to her, pushing thoughts of Pierce to the back of my mind. I did not want to be there, but Lily’s presence made me feel m better.
“What on earth are you doing, Pierce?” I whispered as I tried to tug my arm from his tight grasp. I smiled at Lancaster’s wife who watched us curiously. Fear filled my body as he pulled me along with unwavering resolve, Ignoring Lancaster’s wife as she tried to exchange pleasantries. I did not want to be alone with him, I could not. What if he quizzes me about my hospital visit and I cave? What if he asks me to get rid of the baby? “Pierce stop.” I pleaded, full panic setting in. He was always keen on keeping our public appearance to near zero. Acting like this would certainly stoke the rumors and he would hate that, maybe hate me too. I was sure I heard a camera click as we walked past a table. Oh god. I turned back for a second to find my sister grinning mischievously at our retreating figures. Tami’s glaring face was the last thing I saw before we rounded a corner. The wide hallway was empty. “Pierce, please, you’re hurting my arm!” My voice betrayed my panic. I needed to reas
When I woke up the next morning to the sound of Pierce showering, I went straight down to turn on the television. My heart dropping with every channel that had my face or name written in it. Angie brought breakfast to me while I was still glued to the Tv.“What a pain that is.” Ruth said as she came to give me meds. “I never was a fan of TV, at the end of the day it’s all about the ratings isn’t it?” I didn’t give a response. “Are you still having bad morning sickness?”I shook my head.“Okay. I’ll leave you to it then.”My phone rang and I grabbed it, my eyes still glued to the television. “This is Rhonda, Myra. We need you to come in for a meeting this morning.”I chewed on my thumb and forefinger nervously. We’re they planning on recasting me because of the interview? “What time would be good?”She hesitated, “now.”I nodded, then realised it was a voice call. “Yeah, I’m on my way.”As soon as the line went dead I raced back upstairs. Pierce was slipping on a t-shirt when I got
My eyes filled with tears. “He’s the one I’ve been seeing in my nightmares okay?! The man who has me so scared that I get out of bed while sleeping just to get away from him.” His confused face morphed into concern then anger. “What did he do to you. Tell me, I’ll make him regret the day that he touched you.”“Like you did to Adams? News flash, that text you saw that night? it was from my dad, not Adams. And I don’t know what you did, but Adams is getting deported now.”His eyes changed, “It was going to happen sooner or later.”I scoffed and wiped tears from my eyes furiously. “You’re just like him.”“What?”“I said you’re a just like him! You both ruin peoples lives. Except you do it with money and he did it with his fists. Why did you do that to Adams? To protect your possession? Guess what? That’s what he thought of me, that’s what he thought of my sister. Property. Do you know how many times he tried to sell me off to his friends, I was just a thing! he could use.”“That’s not
He grinned at me as the audience below clapped. “Everyone, this is Myra Thompson’s father. We know how secretive our girl is, so what better person to give in ept to her life than her father.” Destan said jovially while my throat closed up. I glanced at the audience frantically in search of Lily or Hannah as I took a quick step back.Then back at my father. He looked unrecognizable, a far cry from the intimidating figure that loomed over my childhood. The man who had long haunted my dreams had changed; his gaunt frame had filled out, and his face was now smooth-shaven. But it was his smile that unsettled me the most - once a rare and menacing sight, now seemed cunning and deliberate, a calculated gesture that unsettled me more than his anger could.“Come on darling, won’t you give your father a hug.” His voice sounded smoother better than when he was drowning in liquor. He crushed me into a hug and whispered in my ear, “It’s a shame I have to go to such length to see you, doll.” An
The D-day had finally arrived and I felt so nervous I could puke my guts out. Lily was somewhere backstage waiting for Hannah. I lost her when a crew of people had carted me off to make sure I was miked up and ready.I paced backstage wringing my hands together. “Candy?” A stage hand offerred, extending a bowl to me. “For your breath.” I grabbed one.“I think I’m just gonna find my sister, is she still backstage, or has she joined the others?”The others being, Jace, Bianca and Jeremy. Jace had gotten all of them tickets, how he did it? I didn’t have time to ask. “I think she’s still here. I could go on find her for you if you’d like.” I shook my head frantically. “I need to move around a bit, anyway, thank you.”“Alright. Just take deep breaths alright?”Why did this show have to be live? And where the hell was Hannah. I walked around, getting stopped very few times by Destan’s backstage crew. A particular burly man who I heard being called Jelly or JB, lingered around me, I knew
Lily didn’t look like she wanted to be the one to answer the question, so I turned to Angie who layed one of my dresses on the bed gently.“Mr Blackwood instructed us to move your stuff here.”My eyebrows connected with my hairline. He was moving me into his room?! “Where is he? He’s left for work?”“No he’s in the gym.”I stalked out of the room and straight downstairs to find him. He was using the pull up machine when I stopped in front of him, and crossed my arms. “What is it?” He grunted after a while.“You told Angie to move my things to your room:”“I did. I’m guessing you have a problem with that?”“Of course, I have a problem with that. Why do you think it’s okay to do that? AND without my permission.” He sighed and stopped using the machine, which was a shame because watching his muscles flex was reducing my annoyance.“You know why I’m moving you, I don’t want you or the baby to get hurt because you’re suddenly sleep walking. In my room, I can keep an eye on you.”“Get An
No, it was happening again. I had to get away before dad showed up, or creepy mum, or I became mum…but then it was too late. And I was fighting off the man who made me.“Myra!” Lily called out and I glanced around the room. My sister was here? There was no time to look for her. Dad was folding his belt up to use as a whip. I felt strong muscular arms grab me. But my father was still standing over me. This had to be the trippiest dream in history. I kept my eyes glued to my father as a familiar smell invaded my senses. Pierce. I breathed in deeply and then again, as my heart stopped pounding so hard. Pierce was here. My father could not hurt me. Pierce would protect me. He’ll protect our baby.A hand tapped against my cheek repeatedly and I tried to jerk away in response. I came to, finally awake, and was greeted by my sister, standing by the edge of the bed in her pajamas, and chewing nonstop on her thumb nails. The room was completely lit up and I was on the floor with Pierce’s ar
“Oh.” I answered lamely. “Or maybe you’re scared because dad is out of jail.”I shook my head, “let’s not think about that-““Theory confirmed. You’ve bottled up your worries and it’s showing up in your dreams.”“Lily, don’t ‘therapize’ me right now. And he has been out for a while, so why didn’t they start since. .”“We should check the old neighborhood. Find out exactly where he is.” She said out of the blue, I could immediately tell that she had been thinking about it for a while. “Yeah and lead him back to us if he’s there?!” My voice had gone up several decibels. I pinched my nose and let out a sigh. “Your first theory seems more plausible.”“Okay…”The second one was wrong. I mean she was right, I didn’t want yo think about him free and somewhere in the city probably. But that was because, thinking about it all the time would do us no good. “We should go down to eat.”“Sure.”“Hey uhmm, do you want to have a sleepover? Me, you.” Lily asked as we climbed down the stairs. I loo
My heart skipped a beat and I glanced at him through the mirror. I should’ve known this was coming, but a part of me hoped it would be delayed for a while, that he would be at work by the time I woke up.“I Uhh…I had a bad night.”“And and equally bad morning it seems.” He nudged his head to the sink as I wiped my hands. “Yeah. I might be coming down with something.”“Something strong enough to make you knock on my door at 2 a.m in the morning with a scared look in your eyes?”I gulped and turned to look him in the eye. Pierce was just praying for information, he didn’t really care. And I would rather rip my tongue out than admit I was running away from a man in my dreams. I shrugged faking nonchalance. “Look I had a crazy nightmare okay? Obviously my pregnancy hormones are working overtime to make me emotional so I overreacted. You don’t have to worry. The baby’s fine, I’m fine. Sorry for bothering you last night, it won’t happen again.“I marched past him and made it into his room
Cold air brushed against my skin and I shivered in response, rolled over in bed and pulled my covers tighter around my shoulders. Wait something wasn’t right, I was sure I shut the windows before I climbed into bed. No matter, I would rather freeze than get out of bed, I was way too comfy. Suddenly I heard a thud that sounded very familiar, and then the telltale curse. I opened my eyes, all traces of sleep gone and sat up in bed. The windows were open, but this wasn’t Pierce’s home. This was the house I was raised in. I didn’t have time to wonder how I was here, all I could think about was the sound I heard. It was so ingrained in my memory that I would recognize it any day.My father was back from one of his drinking sprees and stumbling through the house. Soon he would get mad at the random furniture for tripping him, even though they had never changed position since I was born. Then he would accuse us of moving them.In the room, lit up only by moonlight, I tiptoed to the door. I