Eddie’s POVI was so tired and needed to rest but I have to make sure Chloe had something to eat before retiring for the day. I went to the kitchen and prepared a simple meal for her, spaghetti and chicken. I served her the food with shaky hands, hoping she would find no fault in it and watched as she ate to her fill. When she was done, I took her to her room, helped her with her assignments, bathed her and dressed her up in her pajamas so that she could sleep early.She told me that it was too early to sleep and that she wanted to play some games and also watch some cartoons. I explained to her that dad had an hectic day at work and needed to rest but she insisted that I should play the games with her. I finally gave in to her request when she was about to cry. I watched as she was busy playing for hours and finally she got tired and slept off. I was so happy when I found her sleeping on the floor. I carried her gently and laid her on the bed. I closed the door gently to avoid waking
Amelia’s POVThe ride back home was silent and tense as I and Blair returned to her place and then she tried all her best to make me forget about how I almost got sexually assaulted earlier. She tried to make some funny conversations by trying to bring up some of my funny moments but I wasn’t even in the mood to talk about them. I could tell Blair was trying hard and I truly appreciated her for what she was trying to do and for being such a good friend , but no matter how hard I tried, I just could not seem to stop shaking every couple of minutes. I would stare off into the distance or be in the middle of something when I would feel phantom hands all over my body, reminding me of Raymond's wandering, insistent hands. I eventually left where I had been seated in the living room with Blaire and went into the bedroom, curling up on the bed as I continued to think about what I had gone through at the hands of that jerk, Raymond. Blaire followed me into the bedroom, her face creased wi
Amelia’s POVJust when I was about to lie down and sleep, Mr James started calling my number repeatedly. I angrily switched off my phone and tossed my phone away. I found my pillow and then laid back on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Blair returned back to the room some hours later with a tray containing food and drinks. I told her to eat without me, explaining that I was fine but she insisted that I had a bite of the food. I finally gave in, stood up to eat. My mood brightened a bit as we ate. Just as a good medical practitioner, Blair was able to counsel me properly on what happened to me earlier and I was thankful that I had someone like her as my best friend.We continued discussing and then started talking about her wedding dress. She told me that she would be going to check their wedding hall the next day and then asked me if I would accompany her to the place. I agreed to go with her to check the place and as I switched on my phone to show her some other wedding gown
Eddie’s POVI love you Amelia. Please don’t leave me. What can I do to prove my love to you? I woke up suddenly and then realized that I had been dreaming about Amelia. I truly missed her for me to have a dream about her and I could only hope that James was able to convince her to return back to work. I groaned inwardly cradling a pillow to my chest. The sun was beaming through my blinds causing me to stir. Usually, waking up was a simple task for me; I was a morning person after all but thinking about the stress I would go through while taking care of Chloe, I wanted to return back to bed but I needed to work and had to get my little Princess ready for school. I groaned when the first beam of sunlight hit my face. Picking up my alarm clock on the nightstand, I looked at the time. “Ugh, why is it so early?” I placed my clock back on the surface and slowly began to sit up. Crawling out of my warm bed, I walked to her bathroom and jumped into a warm shower to take my bath.I quickly p
Eddie’s POVDisappointment settled over me like a leaden cloak when I heard that Amelia wasn’t going to accept the job. “Amelia isn’t coming back,”James' words echoed in my mind. I couldn't just sit there wallowing. Just then an idea, fueled by desperation and a flicker of hope, sparked in my mind. I instructed James to send Amelia a portion of her first salary, a silent plea for reconciliation.He sent the money to her and I was hopeful that she would call or text James when she received the payment but all I received was silence. The silence amplified my anxiety. Finally, James turned to me and blinked rapidly before talking to me. "She received it," he said, his voice hesitant. "But... no reaction." “No thank you, no call, just silence,” he added. The air in the room seemed to thin, suffocating me. Anger flared, hot and immediate.I was so furious but then the anger cooled, replaced by a cold dread. Had he pushed her away so far she wouldn't even consider a bridge?I told Jame
Eddie’s POVThe ride home was very funny and yet, disturbing. One would think Chloe was my mistress and I was her slave with the way I was nervous to approach her and ask her what she wanted for lunch. I stared at Chloe and then asked her what she wanted for lunch. I made sure to drive by several restaurants that she would love very slowly, hoping that my precarious daughter would declare that she wanted to eat at one of them for lunch. Knowing that it probably made me a bad father, I even drove by an ice cream place that also sold cookies, but it was all to no avail. "Chloe, are you sure that you don't want ice cream?" I asked, my heart in my throat as I stared at her through the windshield mirror. She nodded, not looking up at me once. "Yes, daddy.""Are you sure?""Yes, daddy.""Very sure?""Yeeeees, daddy.""Very very very sure?"She giggled, the sound like jingle bells in my ear. "I am, daddy. I am very very very sure.""Hmm… are you quite sure? They might have your favorite,
Eddie's POVWhat if Chloe didn't like my cooking? What if I burned the food again? The questions swirled in my head.But as we pulled into the driveway, Chloe bounded out of the car, her face radiant with excitement as she practically skipped to the front door."Daddy, hurry up! I can't wait to start cooking!" she called out, her voice echoing with unrestrained joy.I dropped our belongings on the couch and went straight to the kitchen without even taking off my clothes. I put on the Apron and then rummaged through the fridge, finding solace in the familiar hum of the appliance because I was already getting used to it. I brought out some carrots and celery sticks but they were too boring. Yogurt, Chloe might deem it "slimy." I eyed the cheese drawer, then paused. Grilled cheese! Simple, filling, customizable. A flicker of hope ignited.With Chloe’s help and while watching some videos on how to go about the cooking, I was able to transform the mundane task into a mini-adventure. We cut
Amelia's POVIt had been a few days after my mom's relapse. The doctors had carried out a few tests and had informed us that Mom had had a response to one of the medications used in her treatment. They needed more tests to figure out which medication had caused her sudden collapse and even more tests to determine what medication would be suitable as a replacement. Unfortunately, they could not do any of that without payment. When I saw the bill for these tests, it felt like my heart was giving out and I knew there was no way I would be able to pay the bills especially since I was jobless and the total amounts ran into tens of thousands of dollars. Blair had tried to help but it had all been to no avail. She had first emptied out her savings account and while I hated that she had to do so, we had no choice but to accept her help yet again. However, it had covered only about a quarter of the total amount and we still had over fifty thousand dollars to go. I was currently sitting at m