Laura
The whistling sound of the kettle brought me back to my reality and I sighed. I turned the stove off and made a cup of coffee as I was going to need all the energy I could get today. The thought of going to work broke my heart into a million pieces. Aside from the fact that Peter wasn’t the best co-worker to work with, especially when you are having a hard time with life as it is, working three different jobs just to pay off some loan isn’t better either. On days when I wasn’t bullied to stay the shift with Peter, I’d be working my ass off as a doordash delivery lady or freelancing when I need to lay my head to rest. Life is tough. I sipped the coffee, almost forgetting it was scorching hot and ended up burning my tongue and throat. “Son of a…!” I groaned before dropping the cup and a stomping sound came from my ceiling followed by a voice. The apartment above me had been empty for God knows how long since the rent was enough to buy a villa on an Island where no eyes meet and no trouble reaches but now, it seems it’s been occupied. “Some are made rich while some of us are made to work and till until our hands shed!” I shook my head before sipping the coffee again. This time, more carefully. I stared into blank space as I drank my coffee. My mind wandered on and about nothing in particular. Just foggy thoughts that I couldn't bring together as one. The letter. It had been two weeks since I got the letter and there had not been a follow-up as to the delay in response or anyone coming over to claim the letter as a mistake for ending up in my hands. It in fact was meant to be given to me then. I guess. But I met no man at a bar. Fuck! I have never even met any man at a bar. As far as I was concerned, my love life was shitty and so is my social life which I would say my life in general is shitty. I have no friends and no family except if my deadbeat of a brother was to be called my family. So, why did this letter get in my hands? Who is this other Laura George? Where did this mistake come from? Was it from the writer? Or the delivery man? I had no idea. I had questions. Lots of questions but there was no one to give answers to me. My thoughts were interrupted by the sudden ring of my phone and I hurried to the other side of the kitchen countertop to get it. The caller was my boss. Shit! “You are either the new employer or you’re done working here. Your choice now will be the decision of the management.” Oh, come on, Rick. There’s no management. It's just you! “None…sir. None, sir.” I managed to maintain a steady tone when in fact, my heartbeat was racing at 100/mph. “Then, if I were you…I’d be on the first bus.” “On my way,” I replied and he ended the call. I had almost forgotten there was a pattern in my life. A pattern to submit and obey. A pattern to work even when I don’t feel like it. **** “I’m sorry about that night.” Those words that night now has a story to them and Peter using it carelessly just pisses me off somehow. “What night, Peter?” I was way too tired for his talks. Slipping through free hours and break hours to be a delivery lady while making sure my boss doesn’t catch a glimpse of it and coming back here to tend to customers isn’t telling so good on me. Dealing with Peter would not be added to that list. “The night I…you know… played dead.” “You have apologized for the umpteenth time and I have told you as long as you don’t do that with me no more, we’ve got no problem!” “I mean, you still act cold towards me. You took that young lady’s orders even when I told you I could help you with it.” I internally facepalmed. “You have no idea there is no one for us in here. We are the outcast and we’ve got only ourselves.” “I just want to be on cool terms with you.” I sometimes wonder if Kate and Andrew were actually the bad guys for ousting Peter and obviously me. Maybe I can see things in their direction now. “You know you’re pretty annoying?” “I have been told a lot but I still can’t figure that out yet.” “Well, I can help you.” I was trying not to be mean but he was calling for it. “You know how exhausted I am and how badly I need to go home and maybe rest if that’s at all possible but here you are holding me back?” “No. No.” he moved aside as if giving way for me to leave. “I’m just trying to be cool with you, Laura.” I breathed out before speaking. “Okay, Peter. We’re cool.” I stretched my hand out for a truce handshake and he looked at my hand and then my face with a smile before taking it. “Now, let me leave before Kate and Andrew get here!” I said and he nodded with a broad smile. I walked to the changing room to get changed and while I searched my bag for my hairbrush, my hand touched the envelope again. I brought it out and stared at it for a swift second before grabbing my phone and calling the number in the letter without thinking twice. “I have hoarded this for too long.” “Hello.” the masculine voice said on the third ring and I hurriedly dodged the phone away from my ear. I swallowed hard and let out a raspy breath. “Hello,” he said again. “This is Laura George. I would like to meet up!”Adlan After ending the phone call with my brother, my temper rose again when my phone rang and I cursed under my breath. I angrily grabbed my phone, ready to unleash the rest of the words he had not heard but this time, it wasn't a call from my brother but an unknown number. I dropped the pen in my hand and stared at the screen for a few seconds before quickly swiping to pick up on the third ring. "Hello," I said but there was no response. I took the phone off my ear and looked at the screen again but the call was still connected. "Hello," I said again giving a second chance to the caller before I ended the call. "This is Laura George. I would like to meet up." I became alerted, checking the screen again to make sure I heard right. "Hello. Are you there?" her beautiful voice came again and I smiled. Finally! "Oh, yes. Yes, I am here. Uhmm...yes, we should meet up." "You have a place in mind or you'd want me to pick?" "Are you truly Laura George?" "Yes, I am!"
Laura I was treading a path of ruin or wealth or good will come to those who wait. I have been waiting all my life and this might be the good coming to me. My skin was burning inside and my eyes were itching. My blood rushed through my veins and was pumped heavily by my heart. My tongue felt twisted and my head felt as though it was about to burst. All of these were my allergy reactions. I was allergic to seafood. I had to do it. I had to make him believe I was who he thought I was. After seeing him sit before me, looking like money itself. Stepping into a fancy restaurant with a fancy atmosphere made me realize there was more to life than working at the diner. He looked good. Exceptionally good. He looked even better than his words in that letter. The grey suit looked absolutely gorgeous on him. The way his hair was combed backwards. The way his teeth glistened under the bright lights. The colour of his eyes almost matching his blue tie. His height, almost competing wit
Laura "Hey, Laura," Kate greeted as she walked in and I answered with a nod. "You look different. I would say you look bright," Andrew said with a scoff and my cheeks flushed. I knew conversations with them meant no good and for the first time, I wished Peter was around. "I..." I let out an awkward smile before I continued. "I look the same." I took off the gloves in my hands and dumped them in the trash can. Kate had moved closer to me and as I turned back around, I almost bumped into her. She intensely stares at me with her breath fanning my face but I couldn't move away from her. I held my breath while she stared. She trailed her finger across my face and rubbed my cheeks. "Why are your cheeks flushed?" she finally spoke. "That's just..." I coughed, almost choking on my spit. "That's just how my cheeks are." "Come on, Kate. Let the poor girl be. Her shift is almost over. She needs to go hang out with the deadbeat Peter." he laughed and Kate looked back at him, la
Adlan“Marry me. Marry me, Laura George.” I said the words. I hadn't planned to but staring into her bright eyes gave me the certainty I wanted. I had no idea if that was a great thing to do or if I was going crazy but I said it still. She stared into my eyes and creased her eyebrow as though she had heard me wrong. “What?” “I know it seems too early. I know we haven’t gotten to any point in love to think of marriage. Fuck! We haven’t even started dating and it's insane to propose marriage now but what’s more insane is how I feel about you. I…”She yanked her hands from my grip and glared at me. “Adlan…” she shook her head in uncertainty, disbelief evident in her countenance. She ruffled her hair before she spoke again. “This is insane.”“Yes. It is. I’m insane. I have no idea what’s going on with me. I can’t even think straight and Laura, we’ve only met for a couple of days now.”“It's all fake. The feeling you feel now, it isn’t real.”“You don’t know that.” her words hurt me.
LauraI had lived all my life with the wall I had built around my world. Never been in a relationship, never had a first love, never had a genuine close friend and never had an experience with most typical things in life. Those walls were crashing now as I felt my back crash in my bed with our lips intertwined with passion burning through us. When he drove off, I could feel my heart break into a million pieces. I wish it wasn't that hard to see things the same way he saw things and at that moment I felt I had lost him. As I walked back in, the thoughts of how I lost my job came rushing through my head. I had lost everything. I rushed out of my clothes, ready to drown myself in the shower. I had only stepped under the shower for a few minutes when I heard the knock at the door. As I opened the door, seeing him stand by my doorway, my breath ceased for a swift second. I stared at him in shock and maybe disbelief and joy. He came back. When his lips met mine, I wanted to push him
LauraI twirled and turned in bed, stretching at full length before slowly opening my eyes which was met by the stinging ray of sunlight that had found its way through the little opening of my curtain. I squinted my eyes before turning away from the sun and sleeping on my side. I stared blankly ahead with a glimmer of sleep still hovering over me while my mind juggled back to the previous night. He had just presented his heart in his hands, offering them to me without remorse or holding back. He wouldn't even think twice as to this offering if it was a great choice or otherwise, he just plainly trusted me with his all. I have never imagined myself in a situation like this; a situation where I would have all of my thoughts wafting all about a man—a man I had lied to. I quickly felt a pang of guilt but I was too selfish to dwell in that feeling. Adlan loved me, at least, he has shown to love me within just a few days. Even when I had tried to be nonchalant about his feelings. Even
LauraThe dress hung on every curve that resides on my body, portraying an illusion of an hourglass shape which was not so defined without the dress on. The silver dress stopped mid-thigh, just enough to cover my butt with a little ruffle at the end of the dress. It has a tiny strap and a v-neckline that stopped before my cleavage was revealed. I loved everything about the dress, including the diamond stones that designed the neckline. I managed to apply a little make up which I usually practice on days that I was meant to freelance. I tied my hair up in a high bun, letting a few strands drop on my face and also grace my shoulders. To be honest, I was proud of myself. A few minutes after I was done, I got a text from Adlan, telling me to come outside. I checked myself for the last time in the mirror before hurrying out. His car was already parked outside but this time, it was a different car from his usual one. As I opened the car door, I was taken aback by the driver as it wasn'
Laura The diner was quiet and dark and the only light in here was the dimming light from the kitchen gas...uhmm...intended exergeration. The diner had almost lost its frequent bubbly spirit that moved the enthusiasm to a whole higher level. I sighed before turning the gas off. "Hey, Peter. I bet I'll be clocking out now." I took my apron off and waited for Peter's response who had just walked into the pantry only a few seconds ago. "Peter," I called out but got no response. I walked to the pantry and as I pushed the door open, walking a little deeper, I instantly froze in my stance with my heartbeat frozen as well while I stared in horror at Peter and he stared back at me, except his stare held no life. "Peter!!!" I finally broke the internal cord that tied my voice. I rushed to him, kneeling on the pool of blood with my trembling hands moving slowly to his bloody face. I whimpered, slowly lowering my head to his bloody shirt to listen to his heartbeat and t