CALEBAs I struggled to keep my eyes from snapping shut, a loud noise from outside filtered into my ear.I slowly raised my fist and banged it desperately on the window.I groaned loudly and clenched my fist as a skull-breaking headache took control of me.Footsteps approached the car, and familiar eyes peered at me from outside.The door clicked open, and I tumbled out of the car, breathing heavily as I gasped out the toxic gas that had filled my lungs.“I knew you wouldn’t be able to survive without me,” Mario’s mocking voice muttered.I raised my head and stared at his face which had anger scribbled on it.He bent over and helped me get to my feet, leading me to the car.I cranked my head and stared disappointedly at my ruined car.Everything keeps getting ruined because of me. I’m nothing but a curse to everyone, a useless son.Mario dropped me into the passenger seat and got into the driver’s seat then ignited the car and drove away.“How did you find me?” I asked when
ROSYMy eyes remained on Caleb’s hardened face until the doors of the elevator slammed shut. I batted my lashes, not understanding what he meant by Daisy’s safety.“Where is Daisy?” I asked Theresa after some minutes of silence.“I asked the driver to pick her up, she should be home by now.”Theresa's answer should have given me comfort and relief; instead, it caused a wave of tension in me.I paced around my office, wondering why I was suddenly restless.Could there be any issues? Was Daisy safe?Different negative questions rang in my head, making it more difficult to survive in the air-drained room.“The inauguration—”I raised my hands and Theresa stopped talking.“Call the maids and find out what Daisy is doing at the moment,” I instructed.Theresa tilted her head in confusion but nodded and walked off to carry out my instructions.I slumped down into the chair and heaved loudly, rubbing my forehead which was burning all of a sudden.“Are you okay?” Casper's bugging q
ROSYI kept fidgeting restlessly in the car till we got to Harold’s industries. When my eyes fell on the building, all anxiety and fear were gone; the only thing in my heart was anger and hatred.I got out of the car and trudged briskly into the famous building, ignoring greetings from the staff.“Miss Rosy Connor?” A voice called out behind me as I headed for the elevator.I stopped walking and cranked my head, narrowing my eyes at the stunted middle-aged man some distance away from me.“Hello,” he waved and sauntered close to me. His slow strides irritated me greatly as I watched him approach me with a smear of disgust on my face.“Are you here to see Mr. Harold?” he asked, his curious eyes darting across my face.“Yes, I am here to see Harold Geld,” I responded and surprise flickered in his eyes.“Well…” he trailed.I huffed in annoyance, slowly losing my patience and temper.“If you don’t take me to his office, then I will go by myself,” I snapped a reply and spun aro
ROSY My blood froze and my body went numb when those words slipped out of Theresa’s lips. I batted my lashes as my throat suddenly became parched out of shock. Drug addict? Who could accuse me of such a thing? Could it be Caleb? Is he against me now? I gasped out in dismay and stared at Theresa’s horrified gaze. “It is not true, right?” Theresa asked, her eyes full of disbelief concerning the allegation. My lips parted and slammed shut. I kept wondering what reply I would give to Theresa, she trusted me so much. Telling her that it is true will be a disappointment to both of us. The doors of the elevator pulled open and I staggered out, leaving Theresa behind. My mind was blank and my heart wouldn’t stop thumping as the thought of people’s opinion hunted me. If this is out then there will be a narrow chance of me taking over the Group. Who could have done this to me, who? Only Veronica and Caleb knew about my addiction. Veronica wouldn’t dare betray me. But Cale
ROSY I heard a crash followed by a louder one then a horrific scream. My eyes snapped open and I shot up my head from the tear-drenched pillow. “Caleb? Is that you?” I called out, but my voice only came out as a ghostly whisper. I rubbed my sore throat and cautiously stepped out of the bed that had been my abode for many days. My eyes caught my daughter’s picture and I sobbed, streaks of tears flowing down from my puffy red eyes. I had Sherry two years after my marriage with Caleb. We couldn’t have another baby due to my reckless attitude. Sherry was everything to us, she was our happiness, our joy, and the bedrock of our home. Unlike some kids from wealthy families who turn out to be nasty, Sherry had always been the sweet loving child any parent would wish to have. I and Caleb were the envy of the parents in her middle school. She wasn’t only kindhearted and lovely, she was also the most intelligent in the entire school, and her grades were the best. When she came,
“A divorce… a divorce… a divorce…” I kept stuttering to myself. The glass doors banged together, signifying that he was gone. “A divorce?” I whispered and a bitter teardrop fell off my rheumy eyes. I took in a sharp deep breath to cool my burning lungs and prevent myself from knocking out of a conscious state. Sharp movements from the kitchen startled me. I’m sure it was Mrs. Joyce, she heard every bit of the argument I had with Caleb. I staggered to my feet and slowly gripped the hem of my dress. I shut my eyes and avoided the pictures on the wall, I couldn’t bear to glance at my smiling face on the frame. It felt like poison, a poison I couldn’t elude. I staggered up to the bedroom and collapsed into the bed, tossing and turning in deep grief and pain. How many hours passed after that terrific moment? I couldn’t tell. I hardly glanced at the clock fixed on the cream-colored wall. All I knew was that I fell into a deep sleep that helped to keep me sane for a few hours until a
My eyes slowly snapped open and took in the blinding light rays radiating into the unfamiliar room. I wheezed as the smell of antiseptics swung past my broken nose. “Do you think that act you put on will make me change my mind concerning the divorce?” That was Caleb’s scornful voice. I cranked my head to the opposite side of the direction of his voice. “You better sign the papers, you have until tomorrow,” he grumbled annoyingly. I heard his feet grudgingly shuffle towards the door. I’m sure that the man beside me is not Caleb, he can never be this irritating. Why the hell is he doing this to me? Tears threatened to start a new course but I breathed it in as my mind swung over to Sherry. Perhaps, if he finds out that Sherry is still alive, he will drop the childish behavior. “I saw Sherry,” that was the only reply I gave him. The shuffle stopped and a dead silence fell over the room and lasted for killing minutes. “What did you say?” he finally breathed out, di
She stirred but quickly composed herself and nodded. “Of course.” She walked out of the room in search of a pen. I reached into the drawer and fetched out the papers that Mrs. Joyce had earlier hidden in the drawer from my sight. I flipped through the pages, sniffing. His signature has already been placed, mine was the only one required to officially make us ‘exes’ Gruesomely, my watery eyes scanned the terms of the divorce. I chuckled when I noticed the alimony offered if I accepted the divorce. I had to re-read the papers more than three times before every bit of it sunk in. I was getting a divorce. I was getting a divorce with Caleb. After all my sacrifices and selfishness, I ended up losing him. I sighed and chuckled sadly, the chuckle rose into a horrific laugh that left me choking on my breath. “We are finally getting a divorce, Caleb!” I yelled and laughed, swinging my hair into disarray. The door swung open and Mrs. Joyce scampered into the room, looking mort