I am not so sure if 'bastardess' is even an English word, but hey, maybe it's just word pun, but it felt like my own personal original word that just fits. *wink*
DIANE My question hangs in the air, intermixing with the soft jazz music playing from the car's radio.I miss Leo…..“You will find out, darling.” Her voice pokes into my head, bringing back my focus and dragging me out from that tiny moment of relief.Her eyes are still glued to her phone even after she is done speaking, and I have never hated the unexpectancy of the universe the way I do right now. Why the fuck did its forces bring her to me now? How the hell did she even find me? Did dad tell her? But if he did, I know he would have asked me first if I wanted him to tell her about my whereabouts or not.Gosh. This entire thing is so fucked up.I know and I perfectly understand that Kate Brandon is my mother, and that I really miss her sometimes, but now that I am in this car with her, breathing in her scent and her nonchalant insolence, I don't think I am ready, really ready to face her now. To even talk or discuss anything with her.I am not. I am scared I will lash out hateful
‘The intent of love between two people can be questioned. Investigated. Doubted. But a mother's love for her child can never be judged by anyone, because that type of love is only meant to be one thing: TRUE.’ — Unknown DIANEStill wallowing in my misery and in my hesitation not to speak further, the chauffeur gets down and opens the door for my mum.The instant he does and she steps out, I grab my shopping bag containing my precious story gems and open my door myself. I am not in the mood for any princess or rich girl treatment right now. I have never felt to be in that mood whenever I am with my mother. Never.I bang the door of the car shut, not giving a fuck when the loud sound makes my mum flash me a subtle warning glare.She turns to the chauffeur. “James, you can now go to pick up my friend Stella from the airport and take her straight to her penthouse. She will be landing in about twenty minutes from now. I will call you when I am done spending some time with
"Half of the troubles of this life can be traced to saying yes too quickly and not saying no SOON ENOUGH." –Josh Billings DIANE I am still standing, and her hands are still balled into fists on the table. “Diane, sit down.” She voices out the words of her silent command, and I feel their itch on my skin. Okay. Alright. I will sit down. Besides, I have gotten a bit satisfied with what I wanted from her. For now. I pull back my seat gently and settle down, proceeding to make myself comfortable and to keep my new books on the shiny plush floor near the feet of my seat. I hear her exhale slightly in relief. Yes. That serves her right. After keeping the bag on the floor, I take a short glance out through the open windows beside us. It is just for a moment, but I see and absorb the soft warm hues of the dipping sun—a blend of oranges and purples. The palette is a beauty, with just the right mix of the color signs of the evening dusk that is almost here and now. I should be home. I
“People come and go. But life is simply about seeing who cares enough to stay.” ― Ziad K. Abdelnour DIANE She falls silent at my acidic response, just the way I expected her to. She is guilty. She is fucking guilty, and she knows it. However, I still do not know why the hell she is here. I am still finding it hard to believe that she is really here just to visit— “I know you are angry, but you have to hear me out.” She speaks, interrupting my thoughts and making me pause in my mind. “I know there is no amount of excuse I can give to justify what I did, but you have to understand that I never expected such a behavior from you, Diane. For God’s sake Diane, you are my daughter. I gave birth to you. I raised you for years. I taught you how to be the perfect woman for yourself. How to be the best version of you that no one can mess with. I gave you everything you ever asked for and always ensured you were guided in the right path—” “Really mum? You still don't get it?” I flare up, c
'I'm a sucker for all the subliminal things no one knows about youAnd you're makin' the typical me break my typical rulesIt's true, I'm a sucker for you — Sucker by Nick JonasLEOFrosty is not back home yet. The time is almost 9:30pm, and she is not back home yet.I am pacing around the living room right now, the thoughts inside my mind running haywire. This is strange. I look up at the time again, and when I discover that it is 9:30pm now, I cuss quietly to myself inside my mind.Fuck.I am not worried about the time of the clock staring right back at me. I am alarmed because Frosty has never stayed out late like this before. I'd be lying if I say that I am not dying of suspense right now. The bone drilling feeling is getting more unbearable for me during each second that passes by. The curiosity and the fear of the thought that something bad could have happened to her is killing me.I am still pacing around the living room, thinking of what to do next, where to check ne
LEOMy car speeds down the road ahead towards her destination, a speed I am sure is quite above the standard speed limit. Jesus is surely on my side tonight, because all the way, I am wondering how lucky I am not to have been caught and stopped by any bobby in a jam butty.When I finally reach the bar destination, I park the car outside and quickly step out, shutting the door behind me. As I rush towards the door entrance of the bar, I begin to pray desperately that I am not late.My mind is racing with worry and fear as I push the door open and enter inside. The bar is dimly lit, noisy, and filled with different people who are either getting themselves wasted, high, or simply enjoying laughs and happy chats with one another.I scan my eyes around quickly, and instantly, I spot Frosty in a corner, alone, slumped over a table with an array of empty bottles and an empty glass in front of her.Shit.Just then, I catch a guy dressed in a black shirt and jeans smiling slyly and walking ove
‘You'll always have my shoulder when you cryI'll never let go, never say goodbyeYou know’ — Count On Me by Bruno MarsLEOThe drive back home is quiet, the silence only disturbed by the soft hum of my driving car and the occasional murmurs from Frosty as she shifts in the passenger seat. Her head keeps slipping from the headrest towards the window, and I find myself continuously adjusting her head back to the headrest.However, I keep losing the battle whenever her head slips again and again and again, and eventually, I allow her to rest her head against the window glass.Every now and then, her soft murmurs and sighs filter into the silence between us. They are incoherent, just a jumble of sounds and words that I can't decipher, but the pain and vulnerability I hear in them makes my heart squeeze and ache even more than it did back then at the bar. I try to keep my focus on the road ahead, but my eyes can’t stop glancing at her to keep checking for any signs of discomfort. My
LEO Without wasting any more time, I give in to her drunken request. I take her phone and her bag from her hands, and with a grunt, I lift her up and drape her body over my shoulder. She does not kick her legs in the air or fight me, her silent order giving me the permission to take her to her room. Fuck, she is really drunk. I carry her like that until I reach the door of her room. After opening it and getting inside, I close the door behind me and gently carry her to her bed. Reaching the mattress, I carefully lay her down and begin to pull off her shoes. Done, I tuck her feet back into bed before covering her with her bed comforter. I also adjust her pillow underneath her head and then proceed to keep her phone and bag on the bedside drawer near her bed. After doing all that, I release a sigh, feeling like I just accomplished the most important task in the world as I sit beside her, watching her sleep. Her chest rises and falls in a slow but steady rhythm as she sleeps, and e