"Here is the father," Xavier announced with a wide, forced smile on his lips. He dragged the guy by his collar and pushed him inside the room. I heard Zoe jump down from the bed behind me. I, however, was a bit shocked to see Martin, the guy she was escaping with, standing in front of us. Then, everything started to make sense. Zoe already had an idea about her pregnancy. That’s why she was fleeing with this guy."He is the father of the baby. The same guy who used to have dates with her in my mansion. The two wanted to keep things secret, so they have asked me to arrange everything for them. It is really hard for me to say this, but I feel like a freaking pimp now," Xavier muttered through a clenched jaw, still smiling and making me aware of how angry he was.It all made sense.He was the guy I saw her with back when I thought she was with Xavier. But why was Xavier giving her so much leniency? I thought she was dating Xavier."Xavier," I tried to calm him down, but he shook his head
"So, what is going on now?" Mia sat down with me as I waited for Zoe to finish talking to Martin. Derrell left the house after he was basically told by Xavier not to interrupt. I could only imagine how terrible he felt when he realized he wasn’t allowed to interrupt us."I don’t know. I hope whatever decision she makes, she does it for herself and her baby. She doesn’t have to force herself into staying with anyone," I said, staring at the staircase."I am talking about you," Mia’s words shocked me into turning to her."I am not afraid of Zoe anymore. She had found a sister who would do anything for her. But what about you? What is going on with your life?" The way she smiled at me, I could see the guilt in her eyes for whatever happened to me and my mother."I am not traumatized, if that’s what you want to ask me. What happened that evening was horrible. But I am glad I had someone who helped me see that life is beautiful. I am not the wrong person here. Those who beat me up were at
Years Ago:I celebrated my birthday last week but haven’t had a perfect party with my friends yet. After turning 15, I really wanted to do this. Since I belonged to a rich family, I felt a competition with the others fellows. They all had amazing 15th birthdays, but I wanted to do something crazy. Of course, my idea of being crazy was different from what my mom had suggested. She asked me to rent a cruise and take my friends there with the guards, obviously. But that wouldn’t be crazy.Everybody will laugh at me for choosing the safest route."A cruise?" As expected, Mille looked disgusted when I pitched the idea after my mother’s constant insistence."I knew this would happen. I wish I hadn’t canceled on a bungee jumping trip with my cousins to Finland," Malaika sighed, munching hard on the packet of chips now that she was angry with me."Guys! It’s not something I suggested. That was my mother’s pitch." I had to instantly diffuse the fire before the word spreads that I am too afraid
Years Ago:"I find it very inappropriate whenever you ask me such questions, Uncle Morgan!" In order for him to remember what his relationship with me was, I called his name very clearly."I am sure kids these days talk about everything openly," he shrugged, showing no regret."My son is so open about things." He made me cringe when he mentioned his little son. He was younger than me, and this man over here was flexing about his son talking about adult stuff openly."Then he definitely needs better parents," I muttered, forcing a very cringe smile to let him know I wasn’t even joking."Ah! I don’t know about that. I am sure only I can take care of him. Let’s not talk about him. Tell me about yourself. When you start wearing bras?" He asked me, making my eyes jump out of their sockets in shock and disgust."Hey! I am your father’s age. And I am telling you, it is normal. People talk about these days openly." He instantly waved his hand to get me comfortable with him.A 15-year-old who
I started protesting to get out of his grasp. I threw my body back and released myself from his hand, only to find stupid Paul laughing at me."I scared you?" he clapped and then bit his tongue."How---," I frowned at him, making him touch his ears and apologize in his mouth."I climbed up your balcony. It was easy," he shrugged, roaming around my room as if he had never been here for. Actually, he had come here before, but with my mother’s permission."You scared me." I rolled my eyes and then watched him pass me a smile."What? I asked, frowning at him."Please come to the party tonight," he requested. It’s been a few days that I have only excused to every idea of the party he or the others have suggested."Paul! I don’t know," I sighed, sitting in front of my dresser to fix my getup. I didn’t want to be in a relationship with him, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t attracted to him. He was the typical bad boy of our school and I loved being his special one."Why not?" he asked sadly."M
I held my breath in and prayed. She peeked inside and then turned around to face me.“I can expla--,” I stopped when I saw that the closet was empty. I mean, Paul was not in there. I stopped shivering. Where did he go? Now I looked more curious than my mom.‘’What?’’ mom asked, following my stare.‘’Hm? oh nothing.’’ I shook my head quickly. ‘’you needed something?’’ I inquired.‘’No, I was just checking on you.’’ She said, walking over to my bed and sitting down.“Come sit with me,” she said, patting the empty spot with her. I sat down with her, wondering what was going on?“Uncle Morgan is only worried about you.” She started and I realized why she came upstairs. After I left the dining room, I bet they talked about me.“I have you to take care of me. When he acts like he is my fa—ther, I get angry,” I said in all honesty. I didn’t want any father figure.“I understand. However, if the whole partying thing is indeed true, then remember, you have broken my trust. I am not going to ar
Author’s POV:“If anything happens, call me directly, okay?” Mom made me promise her, looking all scared for me. I could tell I have put her in a really tough spot by asking for this party. She looked concerned for me.“Don’t worry, I will be fine,” I hugged her and rushed out of the house in a black shirt and white top. I had stolen the keys for the cabin. I was feeling bad for lying to my mom, but I prayed I didn’t regret it.After picking up my friends, the party had started. The loud music as the bus made its way into the dark, abandoned road to our cabin was just a whole mood.I don’t remember how much we drank, but we were at a full swing. The loud music and all the screaming had deafened us and then Paul made us stop the bus.“What is going on, Paul? Why are we stopping here?” I asked him, looking around the dark woods.“We have to pick Markeel from here,” he said, announcing it to us after it was too late. Everybody’s mood changed instantly.Millie had made it very clear that
I told her the whole story behind that infamous night and the horror never left her face. Anybody would be petrified of the things we went through that night. However, there was only one survivor to that chaos and I got a lot of hate for it from my neighbors, school, and the victim’s parents.“Phoenix!” she got up from the bed and instantly hugged me tightly. “I am so sorry for making you remember it all again. It mustn’t be easy for you,” she was crying for me.“It is not, but I feel much better now,” I reassured her that I would be fine, but I could tell she was blaming herself for reminding me that.I stayed silent. We had a good talk about it and when I realized how late it was; I decided to drive back to the mansion. No way I was going to stay with Derrell ever again, not even for one night.“I will head back to the mansion now. Let me know if you need anything, okay?” I told Zoe, giving her a gentle hug and then pouting, “Are you sure you don’t want to come with me?” I asked onc