LandonI sat, listening to the ticking of the clock on the wall. Two of my men stood at the door, waiting just like I was. I was starting to become impatient when the door finally opened. The room was in complete darkness and as they turned on the light, their eyes widened. Before they could scream, my men grabbed them, holding either arm."What's this about?" He asked angrily, staring at me as I leaned forward in my chair.But I didn't respond. His eyes began burning with rage and I just sat there, watching him get angrier by the second."Answer me!" He yelled and I smirked, finally standing slowly.I adjusted the rings on my fingers, walking over and standing in front of him."Wait, you're H-"I punched him in the stomach, watching as it instantly winded him. I hit him again, and again, and again. Until he was in too.much pain to even look at me.But I wasn't done.I snapped my fingers, watching as they took him outside. Slowly, I followed behind, watching as without a second though
LandonI unlocked one of my cars, getting in and starting it. Placing my gun back under my seat, I drove around the fountain and out of the front gates. Music played in my car as I drove, due to her putting it on.But I didn't turn it off. I was too spaced out today. I drove the rest of the way and pulled intot he school gates, not caring that I was hours late. Parking, I got out and watched as the Principal acted as though he didn't see me. Walking through the doors, I went to the class I knew she had now. As I opened the door, all eyes fell on me.But she wasn't there. I walked back out of the school doors and got into my car, driving down the street. It didn't take long before I was at her house. I parked down the street even though I was positive that her father wasn't there. But she didn't need to know that. I got out of my car, slipping on my sunglasses and walking over to her house.I placed a small device in the lock of her front door, watching it unlock. Then I opened the do
VictoriåLandon had left an hour ago and I was now laying in the tub. I hadn't seen my father in a few hours and even though I should be happy, I felt depressed. It's like it never went away. I leaned my head against the edge and sighed, the warm water making me feel a bit better. After a while I got out, emptying the tub and walking into my bedroom.I changed into a simple pink fluffy sweater and some black leggings. Then I peeked through the blinds as I heard a car pull up. It was a black car that I hadn't seen before and nobody got out. That scared me a bit, as I was home alone. I stared at it, trying to see the license plate."Bella." I screamed, turning around and finding Landon standing there."One day, I'll poop my pants when you do that." I said, placing a hand over my heart. He sat on my bed, handing me a bag filled with different items.There were different types of medication as well as a muffin, some soup and juice. I smiled, placing it onto my nightstand and grabbing my
VictoriåHey, are you still listening?You know that one moment in your life where you're like:'What the fuck?'Yeah, yeah, that's what's happening right now.I opened my eyes, meeting nothing but complete darkness.I was scared and alone.I was tied to a chair in the middle of the room, my hands aching as I'm sure that they must've been there for a long time.My head throbbed and pounded.There goes two words that shouldn't be said together.My legs were tied as well, and I was more focused on trying to figure out where I was.What smells like poop?Wait, is that me?I tried sniffing myself but I realized that the smell was coming from the corner.But I couldn't see over there, so I sighed, trying to take my hands out of what I was certain were zip ties.So cliché.I heard loud footsteps coming toward the door, and my breath hitched.The door then swung open, and a single light was turned on.As I glanced in the corner where the poop smell came from, I let out a scream as I saw the
LandonI stood outside, smoking as I waited in the car for them to come outside with her.It was hard to find her. They made sure of it. No trace of the vehicle Ryder explained, no security footage of them leaving.It had been three weeks since they took her and I hadn't slept since.This was my fault.My entire body froze as I watched them run out of the building with her.She was limp as Damien carried her, a knife stuck in her neck and she bled. Her skin was pale and she didn't move once.I zoned out, wondering if this was just another sick dream of mine. If my eyes were playing tricks on me."We couldn't stop them." He said giving her to the men in the other SUV.I snapped out of my thoughts, watching him as he got into the vehicle with them."She's not breathing." Ryder said frantically, his hands covered in her blood."We can still save her. Come on." Damien said and he got into the SUVWordlessly, I got into my car, driving all the way to the hospital.I watched as they rushed
LandonI watched as they rushed around trying to save her right then and there as nobody had enough balls to ask me to leave.They used a defibrillator on her, shouting orders at each other as they worked.They tried, her entire body jerking upward as they did. But she didn't come back.They tried three more times and nothing. I got up finally, about to leave when I heard it.A single noise on the monitor followed by multiple others."She's stable." One of them said and another sighed in relief."This beauty is a fighter." The doctor said and they did a few more tests before leaving.I wondered if she'd survive this. After all, her body was weak because she was tired.And she no longer had anything in this world to live for. I wondered if she'd stay for a while.It was a few days later when she finally opened her eyes. I had just come back when she did.As her eyes fluttered open, they landed on me and she cracked a smile."How long was I asleep for?" She asked, genuinely thinking tha
VictoriåI laid in the middle of my room, tears falling down on either side of my face.I was alone now. And all of my depression and traumas were hitting me with full force.Sniffling, I picked up the picture of my father and I.This day had to be the worst day of my life. My father had come to my school, drunk, later that day.He beat me, in front of everyone and nobody did anything.After that, I just stopped expecting people to help me.Running a hand through my hair, I got up and went into the kitchen.Then I dropped the picture frame, breaking it.I grabbed the picture, lit the stove then watched the picture burn in front of me.My father wasn't a father. He was just a man that had a lot to learn about life.Or maybe he wasn't a man at all.To get my mind off of things, I started cleaning up.I broke down a few times during the process but I got it done.I went into my "mother's" room, cleaning up and searching for the signs I've missed all these years.But there were none. My m
VictoriåI walked through the school gates after a month of disappearing.I had called ahead and explained to them what had happened.Of course, I told them that I had an accident.Running a hand through my hair, I watched as Ryder approached me.He instantly engulfed me in a tight hug, kissing my head."I missed you so much." He said, wrapping an arm around my shoulder and leading me over to the guys."Rhee, I heard what happened." River said, his eyes glancing at my neck and I nodded, giving him a small smile.As he said that, I turned around and watched as Landon's car pulled into the gates, all eyes turning to it.He parked in his usual spot and didn't get out, only lowering his window.He stuck his hand out of the small space and with his finger, signaled me over.Now, all eyes turned toward me and I smiled nervously, walking over to his car as the passenger side swung open.Inside sat a pissed-looking Landon who didn't even look in my direction.I got in, shutting the door and l
Landon"That's how I met her."His eyes glistened as they looked back at me, a look of curiosity washing across his face. His eyes drifted toward the water, then made their way back up to mine. "My mommy?" His little voice asked, a smile growing on his face as he thought about her and I nodded. "I miss her." He looked down and I rolled my eyes."What have I taught you?" I questioned, staring back at him emotionlessly and he nodded."No weakness." He said and I nodded, standing up. He got up as well, looking at me for a while before he hugged my legs tightly. He wasn't like me. No matter how much I tried training him to not show emotion, he always seemed to do the opposite. He was like her in every way. The excessive kindness, the everyday happiness and the random affection. He'd hug everyone and everything in his path and there was no stopping him. His eyes were a greenish grey and his hair was dark and he had most of my features"Come on." I told him, placing my hand on his head. H
LandonI stared at the painting in front of me, wondering how I got to this point. The house felt empty now. There was nothing to come home to other than our son. I couldn't even sleep in our bedroom anymore. Her things there had stayed the same. Her blanket was still in the same spot she left it and everything there smelled like her.Everytime I looked at the baby I saw her, hating the fact that she wasn't here to help me. I didn't get any sleep as he constantly needed to be fed or changed and I had to do this all on my own. I didn't trust anyone to care for him, knowing that he was the last thing I had gotten from her. No one knew what he looked like. I kept him hidden from people that were just looking for another story. I got off of the chair and walked up the stairs to his room. As I entered, I found that his big green eyes were now opened and he was just moments away from crying. His legs kicked the air as he laid on his stomach, his hands grabbing at the blanket. I watched her
Victoria The door opened again and I looked up to find Landon walking in, his eyebrows arched more than usual and I knew that he was angry. "What's wrong?" I asked, pulling the blanket further up onto my body and he looked at me."I can't do this." He shook his head almost frustratedly. I pointed to the chair next to my bed and he stood there for a while before sighing and running a hand through his hair. He came over and sat, crossing his arms over his chest and I knew he was trying to suppress his emotions.I motioned for him to lean closer before cupping his face in my hand, my arm too weak to even lift properly. I stroked his cheek with my thumb and gave him a small smile."You have your whole life ahead of you, Landon," I paused, another sharp pain hitting me in my chest. "You have to move on, okay? For me.""No." He replied curtly, his tone dark and I sighed, expecting nothing less from him."Landon, you can't hold onto this forever. You'll torture yourself." "No, Victoria."
Victoria I laid on the bed, looking at the ceiling blankly. A tear rolled down my cheek as I finally allowed myself to cry because I was alone. There was no one around to be strong for. I was in so much pain. My brain screamed for it to just end and I sniffled as another tear fell. The surgery was scheduled just mere minutes away as they didn't want to risk me passing and the baby dying as well. I knew that this was it. It had to be.There was this bitter taste in my mouth as I laid there. The only sound heard was the beeping of the monitor and my breathing which was loud due to the oxygen mask. They had prepared me for surgery already and my friends were here. They'd be allowed to come in soon to say their final goodbyes and it was this moment that made me realize that I didn't want to go. I prayed and hoped that by some miracle I'd survive this but I knew better. There was no way.Landon was outside making a call and I wiped away my tears quickly as the door opened. Mia and the o
Victoria I was still strong despite my condition. My body was weak and my stomach was heavy but I still managed to build enough strength to walk. It was hard, but I didn't mind. At least I was still around for now. I was supposed to be moving around in a wheelchair but frankly, that just made me feel worse. I continued to do interviews and there were tons of articles covering my life. Even the news kept up with it because it was genuinely a really rare thing to happen. I wanted to see the ocean before I went to the hospital, knowing that this would be the last time I see the world.He walked back into the Living Room a while later and turned the TV on for me. Then he handed me the Jello Cup with a spoon and a napkin before he sat on the other couch and opened his laptop. He buried himself neck deep in work and I ate with my eyes shut, listening to the TV."Let's go to the park." I suggested randomly and he looked up from the screen.He shut his laptop and took it with him as he walk
VictoriåMonths laterToday was December 23rd, one day away from Landon's birthday. One day away from the end. I was surprised that I had made it this long. I laid in bed, my eyelids too heavy to lift. The oxygen mask on my face had been a constant thing since last month, as I couldn't really breathe on my own for more than an hour at a time.I was in more pain than I had ever been in, in my entire life. My stomach was huge now and my body was too weak to even handle its weight. I was already dealing with the pain of my cancer and the constant kicking and punching going on in there wasn't really helping.Tomorrow was the surgery. The baby would be here at just eight and a half months and that wasn't too bad. Definitely not preterm. I just prayed that everything went well. I knew the chances of me surviving this were literally zero and that was okay in my book. I knew that Landon was physically prepared.Over time he'd grown into a really great guy. He did everything for me before I ev
LandonI ran a hand through my hair as I sat in my bedroom, not knowing what anxiety felt like but if I had to make a guess, this would be it. She was out, spending time with her friends and I was on edge the entire time.The air around me smelled like Coconut and Vanilla, a scent I'd grown rather accustomed to. My dresser was now filled with her things; various different products which contributed to the room's scent. I got up, walking to the door and grabbing a shirt on the way out. I pulled it over my head as I descended the stairs, going to the kitchen. I sat behind the counter and checked my phone, seeing as there were still no calls or texts from her."Boss. Permission to speak?" Theo asked from behind me, staying where he was."Granted." I replied, taking a sip from my drink and listening as he approached."Mister Santos is outside." "My office." I got up, walking out of the kitchen and going into my office. I sat behind my desk just as they walked in. He hadn't changed much
She didn't need to tell me that. She made her decision a long time ago. I sighed, taking her hands off of my face and bringing them to my lips. "I want, what you want." I said and she smiled, smacking my cheek."Thank God. Because you didn't actually have a choice." She replied jokingly. She opened her arms, scooting to the edge of the bed and hugging me tightly. "What if I'm not a good father?" I asked nonchalantly as I placed my head in her neck and she breathed out a small laugh."Nobody's perfect." She tried reassuring me and I held her tightly, knowing what was to come in a few months."Would you hate me?" I questioned further and her arms around my neck tightened slightly."You're my wife, Landon. I can't hate you." She assured me and somehow, I felt better about everything. She managed to drag me into something new each month. Things I didn't think were possible for me suddenly began happening and I couldn't complain. "Now help me to the bathroom so I can let all of this hosp
LandonI sat, staring at her sleeping face as she laid on the hospital bed again. There was an oxygen mask on her face to help her breathe and even then her breathing was shallow. She had been asleep for a few hours and showed no signs of waking up any time soon.I took her hand, looking down at the ring on her finger. Her skin was pale now, every little scar she had turning purple. Her long eyelashes casted shadows on her cheeks. She looked peaceful as she slept and I sighed, leaning back in my seat.For the first time in my life, I felt hopeless. I could only watch as she got worse and I couldn't do anything about it. I was tired of seeing her in this room for weeks at a time. Tired of seeing her in pain everyday. She couldn't die. There was no way things would ever be the same without her. There'd be nothing to look forward to every day; nothing to look forward to in the future. No more excited smiles when I visited, no more late nights listening to her dreams, no more buying her