After several hours of talking to mum like we were strangers. We decided it was time to leave. The important thing was that she was doing okay, health wise. She had all the time in the world to remember us. My mood immediately darkened remembering what the doctor had said when she pulled me aside. She flashed a sad smile at me, before she spoke… “It pains me yo say this Myra, but it would be a lot worse if I don’t say anything.” “W-what are you talking about?” “There is a phenomenon we experience with terminal patients where they get a burst of energy before they…pass on-“ I snorted disbelievingly, then frowned “are you saying my mum is going to die.” “I’m not saying she will definitely. It’s a thing we have to inform families about, incase this is your last moments with her.” I had told Lily about it and all we could do was watch her from outside, while fighting our own internal battles. Lily left the hospital earlier. I was only convinced to leave by Hannah when she promi
When I got home later that evening nothing could douse the warm feeling that had blossomed in my chest from watching mum and Heidi. The sound of her hearty laughter played in my head and I smiled to myself as I opened the door to my apartment. The last time she had laughed like that was with Pierce. My smile faltered, like it had when I thought of him earlier. Did he know of mum’s recent accident? Of course he did, he was given information on whatever happened to her. But why didn’t he visit her since? I knew he had not because I went through the trouble of asking Genevieve. I know I said I wanted him to stay away from me, but I did not evoke his visits to my mother, not when he made her happy. Maybe I should talk to him… Nope. Absolutely not. If he was staying away, then I would not seek him out. I would use this time away from him to build whatever crack he had made in my walls. I stepped into the house to find Angie hovering outside the door of my room. Then, I heard
I blinked once, twice as the sounds around me dimmed to a buzz. I could see Genevieve’s moving but I could not hear a sound out of them. A hand on my shoulder brought me out of my daze and I gasped like I had not been breathing. “I think she’s gonna fall.” Someone muttered before hands enfolded me. “No!” I snapped and stepped away from them, my voice breaking. I licked my lips nervously, my eyes on Genevieve. “Where’s mum?” “I came to do a routine check this morning and she was still asleep when I came in. But when I checked a few minutes ago, she was…she wasn’t breathing.” She said, her face holding sympathy. “What do you mean she wasn’t breathing-but she’s fine now right?” “Myra…” “Right?!” “You should wait for the doctor, to tell you more, Ill get-“ “No! She was completely fine yesterday, nothing was wrong?” I said confused, clinging to the chair underneath me that Hannah had forced me into. Terminal lucidity…the doctor’s words played in my head, and everything seeme
“Dear brothers and sisters we are gathered here today not only to mourn the passing of our beloved Joanna Thompson, but to celebrate…” I kept my eyes focused on the priest as he stood over my mother’s grave, saying his final words. I could barely believe two weeks has passed since mum died. Time seemed to be flying by in a blur, and I would not have gotten through it without Hannah. She rubbed my shoulder tenderly, her head leaning against mine as she listened to the priest. If not for her, Angie and Carter, I would’ve lost my mind about not finding my sister. A deep ache settled in my chest. Till now, we had not heard a word from her. All the movement we had done to get away from dad had thought her a thing or two about disappearing. Save for a single text, saying she was fine, we had gotten nothing else. “As we bid farewell to our beloved Joanna, let us pray that they may rest in piece. Eternal rest grant unto…” There was about twenty people present. The staff, my friends…th
My eyes glossed over the words scribbled on the long piece of paper, words that were written in different techniques a testament to her state of mind throughout the process. The ink trailed off in some parts, like the pen had slipped from her hand mid-word. Some of the letters looked like they were melting, thinned and faint, as if she'd been holding the pen too loosely, some were in her normal writing light, tall strokes that showed penmanship assisted by frail hands while other parts were pressed in hard, the ink so dark it bled slightly through the back of the page. I could almost see her hand shaking, or pressing down with too much force, then lifting, uncertain. Like she had stopped and started a hundred times. ‘My sweet girl,’ the letter began, ‘I don’t know how to start this. I’ve written and rewritten these words in my head for years, but now I’m running out of time and I can’t avoid it anymore.’ The ink was deeper at the end of the letter like she had held the pen there,
Three months later…“This isn’t it” I muttered closing the file in front of me before putting it back in the storage box, along with the other files I had gone through. I glanced around the storage room lit by a single faulty bulb and the lamp I started to bring with me after the third day here. This was the only part of St john’s hospital that didn’t smell like bleach or medication. I inhaled deeply and picked another file. I came here four times a week at minimum, trying to find records of my birth, records of Camilla. Unfortunately, the hospital had not been digitized then and their organization method was absolute shit, therefore making the process harder.I wasn’t even sure her file was here. The records department had refused to partake in my search, but at least they let me be in here, all thanks to Hannah’s intervention. “Not it.” I muttered and put the next file away. As I reached for another one, my cell blared to life breaking the silence.I crawled on all fours to my
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
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
Me and Pierce broke apart only once since we moved to his room. Him to get us breakfast, while I shot a quick text to Hannah and Angie, my cheeks flaming as I told her where I had spent the night(it felt very much like telling her ‘hey Angie, yes, I was absolutely getting railed by Pierce, the man I’m supposed to be NOT in love with.’) She sent me thumbs up emoji accompanied with a text that said Heidi was fine. After a quick meal and more sex we lay curled up beside each other.“…If you could see those photos Pierce.” I shuddered at the image of Ava leaning over Camilla that popped in my head. He drew me closer to him, his finger still drawing patterns over my breasts. I shivered for a whole new reason. “I can only imagine.” He muttered, his brows furrowed, “if only there was a way we could get Tami for her actions too. Her family’s image is ruined as it is. We could announce the links she had to Ruth, placing that accusation even in the media would be a big blow, but I don’t want
Tami’s POV. The house was plagued with more tension than Tami had ever witnessed. An hour ago, a letter had arrived, and since then, they had sat in the living room, Tami watching her parents as they glared at each other, one in plain anger and the other in defiance. “I’m asking you again…what does this mean?” Her father bellowed, his eyes never leaving his wife. Ava scoffed, poorly hiding the fact that she had been shaken by the contents of the letter. “I don’t know Leo, how do you expect me to know? It’s likely a part of Pierce Blackwood’s smear campaign since Tami here went and pissed him off. Now our company is in ruin because your daughter.” A beautiful diversion, Tami noted, it was just like her mother to shift the focus. They still hadn’t explained to her what on earth was going on. The note had been simple. A warning from one of the family’s friends in court. One of the very few people who still stayed loyal to the Bakers. Even though it was because Ava had that video o
I felt every inch of him against me —hard, hot and hungry. But it wasn’t just the feel of him that made me dizzy. It was what this meant. Our step towards a future so uncertain, but a future together…it sounded like music to my ears.When he whispered my name against a taut nipple, I was shivering with need. I pressed my thighs tightly and ground against to match the pulse throbbing insistently between my legs. When I said his name, it was as a strangled plea. Soon, we were moving. He opened a door, led us in…artroom not the bedroom. Pierce cursed and started to back out again. “No, here is perfect” I muttered between kisses “You…deserve more than this.” He groaned, ever the semblance of restraint, even though his hip rolled against me, the sensation of his jeans rubbing my clit relieving some of the pressure there. I knew what would feel better, and I didn’t want to have to wait any longer. “I get to decide that.” I dropped to my knees, my hands working fast on his pants as he g
I tried to pull away but his fingers tightened around my arm and placed it over his chest. “My heart works, just as well as yours does. Those were your words...” His heart pounded underneath my palm, matching my racing heart, “It came to life because of you. It beats for you. Nothing will ever change that- no one, not even you.” I shook my head frantically, “we can’t-what if we…” “I’m scared too, I know you would be safer not being attached to me. But I tried to protect you by hiding you away, that fucking blew up in my face. Now I just want a chance at being with you, like this. No concern for opinions or my family… I want to be with you. I want to be the person you loved me into.” “I’m not that version of me again, Pierce. I-I lost her with Yvette.” His hands swiped at my cheek gently. “There will be times I will look at you and hate you for it. I can’t give myself to you wholeheartedly knowing what it had cost me, I’m not ready…” “You don’t have to be, not yet.” He ki
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