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 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
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
“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
Pierce had not moved an inch in three minutes. I considered letting him stew for longer, I had needed time to process all that information after reading the letter. i mean he had to come to terms with the fact that I was siblings with his ex, the woman who arranged to have my daughter killed. “Don’t cuss.” I stated quickly when he opened his mouth to speak. He looked at me like he had another curse word to say but changed his mind. He let out a sigh and leaned, his elbows resting on his knees. “I know it’s a lot to process.” Honestly cussing would be a bit nice. “You can say fudge.” I offered, even though it was pointless, I donno why people bothered with the synonyms. When you used them, people still knew the word you wanted to say anyway. “Fudge doesn’t begin to describe any of this.” He answered. “I practically grew up with her. They had my life in their hands when I was sick. Jesus.” He got up and began pacing. Luckily the bathroom was big, he didn’t have to do it close to me,
“You-you want to tag along?” I asked, sure I had heard wrong in my Pierce fueled thoughts. He nodded impishly. “The house will feel empty when the both of you leave. All I’m gonna do is lay here and sleep till my body needs something else.” I don’t know what part I found the most fascinating. One-and a very big deal, he wanted to leave the house. For the first time in three months he wanted to leave the house. Two, he wanted to leave it with me, which, yes, was the whole point of me coming here, but for him to want to come WITH me while I visited the hospital… “It’s not gonna be a lot of fun. The room’s mostly dark and filled with boxes and boxes of files.” I warned. “That’s why Heidi has all that stuff to entertain her.” “I’m not coming there for fun, I’m coming to help you. Although I suppose if I got bored, Heidi can lend me a paper and an electric blue coloring pencil.” “Or you can show me how to draw people better.” Heidi added. I swallowed. “You really want to help.” “O
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
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 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
“You-you want to tag along?” I asked, sure I had heard wrong in my Pierce fueled thoughts. He nodded impishly. “The house will feel empty when the both of you leave. All I’m gonna do is lay here and sleep till my body needs something else.” I don’t know what part I found the most fascinating. One-and a very big deal, he wanted to leave the house. For the first time in three months he wanted to leave the house. Two, he wanted to leave it with me, which, yes, was the whole point of me coming here, but for him to want to come WITH me while I visited the hospital… “It’s not gonna be a lot of fun. The room’s mostly dark and filled with boxes and boxes of files.” I warned. “That’s why Heidi has all that stuff to entertain her.” “I’m not coming there for fun, I’m coming to help you. Although I suppose if I got bored, Heidi can lend me a paper and an electric blue coloring pencil.” “Or you can show me how to draw people better.” Heidi added. I swallowed. “You really want to help.” “O