I ask, “Did something good happen today?”My father gives a hearty laugh and exclaims, “Something great happened.” He moves in closer and proceeds to speak under his breath, “You remember that investment I spoke to you about a while ago?”It takes a while but the afternoon comes back and I nod. I ca
“Antonia.”I hear my name but it’s from afar. The moment i turn i bump into someone, and just like that the landscape of darkness changes. It’s like someone flipped on a switch from pitch-black to full color. People are walking around. The honk of a car in the distance temporarily pulls my attentio
I don’t know what to call this feeling.I know i’ve felt it before. Infact, i’ve felt it more times than i can count so i should be used to it. Still nothing prepares me for what i see.The door comes bounding open and it drags my attention to it by the slam it makes. My father’s chair immediately w
The moment my father is out of the room i spare a glance at Malachi and speak in a flat unfeeling tone, “If you come near me with that needle, i’ll jam it into your eye and call my father back so he can know who you are.”My spared glance lingers, and becomes something much more than a glance, becau
“Miss Antonia, Can i have your hand please? I have to check your pulse.”The doctor is sweating. He’s sweating profusely and that’s strange because the room is well airconditioned. The cool air is steady and sufficient enough that not a drop of sweat should be rolling off anybody. Of course if i wa
There’s a silence that falls over the room and in the silence I consider exactly what I am facing here.Malachi was right.I do look plumper. I look like I've been doing a lot of self care and eating too. My cheeks aren’t hollowed out anymore. My shoulders and waist don’t look as thin as they once w
Bridget’s pov.I hear my alarm ringing, but I'm not sure if it’s my alarm or my head that’s ringing so loud. I hate hangovers. I hate them with the entirety of my being.I hate the way my bed is so empty when I wake up from a hangover. Although… there seems to be a bit of warmth radiating from a nea
Ian is being annoying.“So explain to me. How did we end up having sex last night?”I feel like giving him a shut up glare but i can’t find the energy to do that. I’m shutting out whatever emotions are running through me just so I can get through today, but him asking that kind of question, repeated