VictoriåI picked myself up off of my bed, wiping away the blood on my lips and going into my bathroom.My hair was matted with blood, causing a sigh to come out of my mouth as I saw that the wound on my head had reopened because of my father.I got into the shower and washed everything away, washing my hair then getting out and wrapping myself in my towel.After that I got ready for school and left the house, not bothering to make breakfast as my mother wasn't even home.It was still kinda early, so I took the long way to school. I smiled at everyone as I passed by, instantly being cheered up as I received smiles back,Humming, I was about to walk past a man on the side of the street when I overheard his conversation with someone."Miss, please. I haven't eaten in a week." He pleaded."You think you deserve money from me? You'll never be anything but a homeless fool!" A woman shouted at him as he sat on the side of the street in tears and I instantly shook my head.I took the rest of
Landon I leaned against the locker next to hers, watching the side-glances and scared smiles people threw my way.My reputation in this town was far from the greatest. Most people feared me, hated me or acted as though they liked me so that I wouldn't kill them.It didn't work, either way and they knew that. Yet they still seemed to hold on to that lie to reassure themselves.It was clear that she didn't find that out yet and I wasn't sure how much time I had remaining before she finally did.She was the only person in a long time that didn't annoy me with their constant talking. I actually preferred when she filled the silence.Because of that, it was evident that when she was silent, something was wrong with her."I'm so not ready to get farted on." She laughed, shutting her locker and looking over at me."I can kinda smell it already."She looked down at what I knew was her Schedule, swiping some hair behind her ear as it fell into her face. Then she looked back up at me."Which cl
VictoriåI hummed as I sat on stage, eating one of the blueberry muffins that Landon had gotten me. I was finished setting up and I still had some free time, so I spent it on my own.You're still there, right?Okay, I'm just making sure.Yesterday my father hit me with a frying pan in the head.I would be mad but the sound it made almost had me laughing out loud. He asked my mom if she wanted to help me as I bled and she shook her head. I felt alone. Like there was no-one I could depend on anymore.The door opened and I watched as the guys walked in, coming over and sitting in the front row. "Slater told us you were in here." Damien said.River and Ryder came over, sitting on the stage on either side of me."You look sad, Rhee." River said, looking at my face and I shook my head."I felt kinda sick." I told him, to which he nodded."Let's do Romeo and Juliet." Ryder told River and he nodded excitedly.The both of them stood and I got off of the stage, sitting next to Damien, who smil
Landon I sat on the couch as they removed her body, checking my watch and seeing that it was now twelve."Clean this up. I'm leaving." I told them, getting up and walking through the front door.Getting to my car, I unlocked it and got in, placing my gun away and placing the key into the ignition.As I was about to turn it, someone slapped my window, not really startling me.I turned my head slowly toward them, watching as a man stood there, staring at me with pure rage in his eyes.Inwardly groaning, he expected me to just roll down the windows but instead, I got out of my car."You animal!" He screamed, swinging at me and I dodged it effortlessly, rolling my eyes."What's you problem?" I asked tonelessly and tears filled his eyes."You killed my wife!" He yelled, charging at me like an angry bull and I lifted my arm, landing a single punch to his face and he fell backward.I watched as he remained on his knees, sobbing as it probably finally hit him that his wife was dead and there
Victoriå"Landon?" I called quietly as we walked down another aisle and he looked over, showing me that he wasn't listening."Why don't you like people?" I asked, knowing that he had something to do with the fact that the store was empty.He didn't answer for a while, but I knew that he eventually would so I picked up another item."Just don't." He responded and I looked over at him again."Does that mean that you don't like me either and you're just pretending?" I asked and he shook his head, but didn't respond."I'll take that as a 'No, Rhee, you're the bestest, most greatest person I know'."I used my hands to speak dramatically, laughing when I was done and saw his face."Well, I think you're a good person," I placed another item in. "You just don't see it." He looked at me for a while and for the first time ever, he looked away for a split second."You're not?" I asked, knowing that that was a sign of a lie. He just shook his head, looking back at me and I smiled."Not liking or
Victoriawatched as Landon's car finally drove away.I went into the kitchen, looking into the bags and seeing that aside from buying extra groceries, He also bought a bag of snacks, including muffins. I smiled, taking the bag and carrying it into my room. Just as I placed it into the closet, my father walked in and I braced myself for what was to come.~I didn't feel like going to the diner today, as the rain fell heavily.Instead I went to the same spot at that park and laid on the dock.The rain washed away the blood on my face and in my hair.It washed away the tears on my cheek and I let out a shaky breath.My face was badly bruised. Like, badly bruised.So were my arms that I didn't bother covering as nobody was out here.I broke down, sitting up and burying my face in my hands as I did.My body shook as I cried, but no noise came out. I had learned over the years to cry silently. In my bedroom, the school bathrooms, public places, anywhere honestly.I looked up at the water
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
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