I was still in touch with Reina and Luca though. Reina was expecting a baby girl at the end of this year. At this moment she was craving all kinds of food and poor Luca has to deal with mood swings every second of the day. One moment Reina is all happy and chattery and the next she was bawling her eyes out over some random thing."But mommy---," Amari's voice woke me up from my thoughts. She was still not done with interrogating me. "Why'id dad never visit me?" "Baby Girl, that's because mommy is a meanie." She immediately looked up at me with her big blue eyes. "No you're not." I chuckled lightly, but then Amari pointed at something outside. "Cake! Mommy, cake. I want cake!" I looked outside and saw Eclair Bakery pass by. "Do you want cake, princess?" She eagerly nodded her head. I knew she loved cake, all sorts of cakes. Cupcakes, red velvet, chocolate cake, name it and she will eat it for you."Todd, Can you please turn around and stop at Eclair bakery?" I called. Todd turned
I didn't got enough time to admire them, because Ximena's eyes widened and before I could even blink she was hugging Jill tightly. I probably should had warn Jill that Ximena would go crazy when she saw her. Rodrigo was shocked. Completely and utterly shocked. He had missed Jill too. He threw me a couple of well deserved punches when he heard the reason why Jill left. My pretty boy face was ruined for like a few weeks."Is that---," Rodrigo didn't finished his sentence, instead he ran towards Jill who was still being hugged by Ximena and Ellie, Rodrigo's sister. I walked behind Rodrigo and we both tried to pull our sisters away from Jill. They were literally hugging her so tight, I could even feel that Jill had trouble breathing. "Ximmy stop, let Jill breath." I said as I gently pulled her away. Rodrigo did the same with Ellie, which resulted in him getting a punch in his chest."Let me hug her, I haven't seen her in years!" Ellie snapped and buried her face in Jill's neck again.
I couldn't help but stare at her in awe. She was so cute in her purple minnie mouse dress that I bought for her last week. The older she gets the more she looks like a miniature of Flynn. Her eyes, the shape of her face, and her thick eyelashes. Definitely a Vasilios."Cornflakes," I corrected her as I caressed her head when she walked past me, "But I made you pancakes. You don't want pancakes?" I flipped the pancakes over and put it on a plate.Her eyes lit up when she saw me doing that. "Yes, pancakes!"I chuckled and placed a plate with a pancake, whipped cream, and strawberries in front of her. She jumped on the chair, letting her doll fall down on the floor making its head detach from the body and roll down the kitchen floor.My eyes widened as I watch it happen. Oh god ! And that's the reason why I never bought dolls for her.She got Finny, the name she gave the doll, from Flynn as a gift. The doll looked so alive, it scares the crap out of me. But I guess that's how dolls are m
It was already late at night when we drove back home. The ride home was quiet, because Amari was sleeping in my hands. She looked so tired after a whole afternoon of playing and singing with her aunt, uncle, and grandparents. When we arrived home Flynn opened the door for me and took Amari from me. He carried her inside and tucked her in as I was standing in the doorway watching them.So peaceful. So perfect even though it wasn't.After he turned the air conditioning on he walked back outside and closed the door behind him. "Thank you." I said as I walked him out. "For bringing us to your family picnic."He smiled and kissed the knuckles of my hand. "Anything for my Princess and Pudding."My heart squeezed when he said that. "Flynn I'm---,"It's okay." He whispered softly, letting go of my hand. "It's okay. I will take things slowly, but I promise that I'll get my family back." He walked back to his car and turned around flashing me a bright smile."No matter what!"Jill Malik P.O.V
"Can we stop talking about the past? I cannot change anything. I'm still thinking about ways how to win Jill's trust back." I looked out of the window. "She's such a precious thing. Do you know how much I hate myself right now? God, I sound like a pussy.""You sound like a man." Rodrigo corrected me. "A man who wants his woman back."Rodrigo phone went off. He checked it and sighed deeply. "I don't regret to be a married man, but damn your sister can be such a goddamn tease."I scrunched my face. "Disgusting. Don't talk about your nightly adventures with me."Rodrigo laughed out loud. "Seriously? You're the one with the daddy kink.""I don't do it anymore. I just realized how fucked up it sound. Geez, why did Jill even called me that."Rodrigo stood up and ruffled his hair. "Well, I will see you later. Wifey wants pizza."..........What colors roses do Jill like? Pink? Red? Why are there even so many? Damn it. I gave up and picked out a pink bouquet with roses for my princess and a r
Does she even know that she's the most beautiful woman I have ever seen? I should probably tell her that. She needs a reminder."Someplace fun." I answered mysteriously and motioned for her to sit down. She sat down next to Amari, across me. "Let me guess. To another state?"I shook my head. "Wrong. More like to another country."Jill's eyes widened. "Are you serious? Which country?""Scotland."Flynn Vasilios P.O.V"What?!" I yelled out bewildered at the flight attendant. Theo just smiled apologetically at me. He just brought me the news that it was impossible to enter the UK let alone Scotland, because of the heavy snow storm. "Ssshh." Jill rocked Amari who was sleeping in her hands back and forth. "What happened?" She whispered."We cannot enter Scotland. There's a heavy snowstorm going on. It's impossible." Theo explained to Jill. He then looked at me. "Didn't you check the weather in Scotland?""It was good earlier today. Even the pilot agreed that it was possible to make it to
Flynn gave me a disapproving look. He sat across me and folded his arms and stared at me. "Jill, don't worry about the medical bill. I've got it all covered. The only thing you should worry about is Milan." His voice was stern, but gentle. "Flynn, you don't have to do everything for me. I can manage it on my own." I mumbled, tapping my fingers on the table. "I know you can, pudding. But I care for Milan too. So don't worry." He said softly. "I haven't seen him in so long, you may not know it, but I actually missed him."A small smile appeared on my face. I never thought that Flynn would miss Milan. I knew he cared for him like an actual father, but it just never crossed my mind that he would miss him. I thought he just liked Milan to impress me. "Where's Amari?" I asked after a short silence. "She's sleeping in the room. Princess is so tired.""I bet she is. We only have been for a couple of hours on land. I'm so sorry we couldn't stay in the castle. I really loved that place. I h
Jill laughed out loud. "No, not even close. But I promise you they are so good. You should really try it."The way she laughed, the way she talked. I never realized how much I missed this until now. I have missed her voice and presence. "You look beautiful." I blurted out."Thank you, Vasilios." She answered, smiling. "You look handsome yourself."I stepped out of the car and walked to her side to open the door. "My lady." I said, stretching my hand out at her. Jill smiled at me and placed her hand in mine. She better do to, because I'm positive all the men inside will be gawking at her. But what can I say? She's beautiful."So," I said when we entered the restaurant,"What do you want?""A calamares. Two calamares.""What is a calamate-what?" I asked, confused. I know everything about finance, business, and trade, but don't ask me about food. Especially foreign food. I'm not an expert in that."Calamares," Jill laughed, "It's fried squid rings. Oh, oh and you should also try the patat
Because I knew this meant taking another step for Clint and me.A step I felt we’d both been ready for.“You want to rehearse?”I peeked over at Michael. “What?”He snickered. “Rehearse. You know, what you’re going to say to him tonight.”I shrugged. “Nah. I’m good. I usually wing it with stuff like this.”“You’re going to wing it when it comes to telling Clint how you feel for the very first time>”“I mean, I usually wing it with my English speeches and I do just fine with those.”He paused. “You didn’t plan out that speech you gave last year?”I shook my head. “Nope.”“That massive speech you gave on 1984 sort of applying today.”“Are you not hearing me right? Clean out your ears, Michael.”He chuckled. “Holy shit, you’re amazing. You know that?”I smiled. “And I hope that’s one of Clint’s many reactions tonight.”“If it isn’t, I’ll kick his ass for you.”“Michael!”“What? Come on, Rae. I see how happy he makes you. I see how much this boy means to you. And if he doesn't love you o
And I decided she would be. If she knew what was happening right now, she’d be proud. Possibly screaming at me like Cecilia currently was. But she’d be proud after the fact.Not today, Dad. You’re done with this shit today.The only thing I processed was the smell of alcohol. The only thing I felt was my father’s storm unleashing against me. He held so much anger within him. He had such fury in his fists. The only thing I saw were his angry eyes coming at me as I shoved him in his chest, listening as Cecilia screamed in the background.“Stop it! I’m calling the police if you don’t cut it out right now!”Her voice faded away. Fell into the background as I moved and ducked my father. Whatever this storm brewed from, I wasn’t going to be my father’s punching bag any longer. If he wanted a fight, a fight is what he’d get. And I’d make sure to repay him for every fist that ever connected with my face. I’d repay him for every bruise he ever wrung around my neck. I’d repay him for every knee
I felt myself blush. “Okay, yes. We are officially together. So, yeah. We’re going to prom together.”“You still don’t sound too sure of that. Is everything going okay with his recuperation?”I shrugged. “I mean, he’s always struggling with his dad. Which I’m sure is affecting his recuperation efforts. But he’s okay. Far as I can tell.”“I’d like to get his dad in a room for a few minutes.”I scoffed. “Wouldn't we all.”“So, how are the two of you? You know, now that he’s on the mend?”I felt myself blush deeper. “I guess we’re good.”“You guess, huh?”“You’re a dick, you know that?”He chuckled. “Maybe a bit. Can I ask you something, though?”“Of course. I mean, you have to spit it out soon because I only have one more minute, but—”“Do you love him?”The question didn’t catch me as off-guard as I figured it would. In fact, it was easy to answer. I bit down onto the inside of my cheek as I turned to face Michael. And with a nod of my head, I answered his question.“Yeah. I really thi
I stopped for one last breather a couple of blocks away from my house. I watched it looming in the distance, sparkling underneath the harshness of the sun. Sweat dripped down my back as I sighed. I watched the off-colored white glisten against the deep red shutters of the house. During the entirety of my childhood, I remembered that house in three distinct ways. Three different sets of colors that all popped more than the houses around it. Maybe it was the fresh coats of paint put on it every year that kept the house lively. Maybe it was the fact that it was the biggest house on the block. Or, maybe, it was the fact that we had the only house with a wrap-around porch as well as a wrought iron front gate that was barely utilized.Either way, it stood out.I picked up the pace. I went from standing still to walking. To speed walking. To jogging. I burst into a sprint, pumping air through my lungs and feeling them expand into my back. I felt the last pangs from my ribcage fall free, rele
“What? I mean, seriously. Come on. Your dad can’t actually think any of this was your fault. They almost killed you. They were drunk, from what I could gather from that night. They should be rotting away in jail. Or juvie. Or something.”I shrugged. “My father pretty much showed his ass in that office. Said things like I needed to be focusing on school instead of chasing down four guys I’d provoked.”Aly’s jaw dropped open. “What!?”“He also said I’d been a problem child my whole life. Essentially tried to paint me as some bad boy trying to get the one-up on someone before they got the one-up on me. He told the lawyer that he didn’t see those boys pressing assault charges on me when I started the fight. So why should I press attempted murder charges on them simply because they were seeking out revenge like most young boys do?”Mike’s face turned red. “Is it always like this with your father?”I sighed. “I mean, let’s just say I’ve talked a big game in the past with bruises I’ve come t
I snickered. “Which is apparently not very good. I know something’s wrong. Do you want to talk about it?”Clint dropped his bag. “Just—that shit with the lawyer yesterday.”I nodded. “What happened?”He leaned against the brick wall of the school. “Dad’s back in town.”“Oh, no.”“Oh, yeah. I told Cecilia time and time again not to tell Dad about the fucking lawyer. And of course, she didn’t listen. She’s awesome, but she never fucking listens. It’s like she thinks Dad’s actually gonna be this decent-as-fuck person one of these days. Then she gets shocked and hurt and scared when he loses his shit. She’s been married to him for four years! The fuck is she thinking!?”I placed my hands against his chest. “Deep breaths. Come on, take them with me. There we go.”I walked Clint through some even breathing. He was shaking against my hands, and I needed him to settle down. That explained everything. With his father back in town, shit always popped off. I smoothed my hands over his torso, try
I paused. “I’m not sure if that makes me feel any better.”Cecilia butted in. “You have to do something, Clint. They really did a number on you. Even if you simply sue them for the hospital bills or something—”Dad snickered. “Yeah. Pay me back some of that money.”“Howard!”I rolled my eyes. “Please excuse him.”“Did you just excuse me for someone else?”I looked over at my father. “I did. Because you’re acting absolutely insane right now and I’m tired of it.”His eyes lit up with fire as he stood up from his chair. His eyes panned toward the lawyer as he buttoned his suit coat. Cecilia got up quickly and followed him out of the room, trying to talk some sense into him. And as the door closed behind them, I cleared my throat.“I’m really sorry for that.”Omar shook his head. “Not your fault, Mr. Clarke.”I sighed. “So, if I wanted to press charges, what would we do?”“We’d gather evidence and serve each of their families with a formal subpoena. The boys are being held right now, so t
“Uh huh.”“Then, Clint drove off and they followed him. Pursued him, right?”I nodded. “Yep.”“And even though Clint tried shaking them, they kept following him. Until they ran him off the road.”I swallowed hard. “Yeah.”“In my eyes? The only thing Clint has accountability for is getting their focus off you. That was his fault, and it had good intentions. Good motives. Everything else was spurred on by those boys. From pulling up to you guys in the first place to chasing him down, no matter what. To me? The charge should be attempted murder.”And after a brief pause, I nodded.“You make a very good point about that.”Allison scoffed. “There’s no point about it. Drunk or not, those boys knew what they were doing. If they had enough sense to keep in control of that car long enough to be able to ram Clint over the edge of that bridge, then they had enough sense to choose not to.”I grinned. “You sure you don’t want to be a lawyer or something?”She giggled. “Nah. I’m just really good at
But all she did was shrug.“You guys ready to go?”I nodded at Cecilia’s question, then felt her ease us out of the driveway. I wanted to press the questions. I wanted to pull out of her what was wrong. But I didn’t want to do it in front of my stepmother. Rae wasn’t okay, though. And I had a feeling it had something to do with last night.I watched as Rae gazed out the window. She watched the world pass us by as she sank heavier and heavier into the leather seats of the car. She didn’t speak. Not one fucking word. And I desperately wanted to ask her what the hell happened after I left last night. I called Cecilia to come get me around midnight, and D.J. was still there. Her mother and D.J. had still been downstairs, going back and forth at one another. It was like they never stopped. She’d say one thing and he’d clap back. He’d say something wrong and she’d chew him out for it. It made me sick, leaving Rae in that kind of environment last night. I almost had a mind to ask Cecilia if