Andrew Pamela kissed me. The shock left me wide-eyed. I just sat there, watching her shyly suckle on my lips. Her lips felt tender and soft against mine. I could even taste the lingering saltiness from her tears. With the way her emotions were spiraling, she might begin crying if I didn’t do anything, other than sitting there and watch her. I slowly opened my lips and returned her kiss. This boosted her confidence because she increased the pressure of hers, then ever so slowly, with so much uncertainty, she wrapped her arms around my neck, gently pulling me closer to her. This action deepened the kiss. My groins gradually hardened. I tried fighting it to remain just a simple, harmless kiss, but no, my body had other plans. She didn’t make it any better though. The more she realized I wasn’t pulling away, the more boost she had to continue what she had in mind. She moved from her kneeling position to that of crouching, and from there, she slowly climbed on top of me, straddling me
Anne I woke up tired and hungry, but feeling better than I did the previous day. I stretched and twisted on the bed, then reached out my hand to trouble Pamela but she wasn’t on the bed. “Pam, Pam!” I yelled towards the bathroom door, with the hopes that she was there. No one answered me. Just as I was about to yell again, a gentle knock came at the door, and shortly after, Rebecca entered. I sat up immediately and darted my eyes around the room in search of an anomaly, such as panties hanging from the ceiling or used tampons. Don’t worry, I’m exaggerating. But really, I didn’t want her seeing something disgusting. It would be embarrassing. She noticed it. She gave me a knowing smile as she made her way to my bed and sat on it. “Don’t worry, I make more mess than you guys combined,” she whispered conspiratorially. I smiled sheepishly, bending my head to conceal my flustered face. She reached out and took my hand, “How are you feeling now?” “Better,” I said smiling. From there,
Anne After my long chat with Rebecca, well, more like a story session, she had revealed to me her intentions of planning a party for Andrew, in celebration of his survival and recovery. She was going to hold it the coming weekend and had already begun making preparations. When she left, I continued my search for Pamela. When it got obvious she wasn’t in the house, I called her phone. She picked and explained her urgency to catch up with school stuff. I felt bad that she had to leave. it was so lonely staying here. Although I had a friend in Andrew and a new one with Rebecca, nothing beats your gist mate. It was going to be tough trying to keep my promises to Rebecca. Really tough I tell you. My tummy grumbled impatiently, reminding me that I hadn’t had breakfast yet. I quickly ran into the bath and took a hot shower, came out, threw on blue jeans and a tank top. I was feeling quite better than I did yesterday. I was still a bit tired but I knew I was on my way to recovery. Only I k
Anne Cold shivers ran from my legs to the entire length of my body as I stared at him. My head had begun screaming immediately, ‘Explain to him! He saw wrong! He’s thinking wrong!’ I shook my head to quieten the insane voice. I owed him no explanation. I was only embarrassed he saw me in that position. “A good ol knocking would have made sense,” I blurted out, trying to regain my composure. “Sorry,” he replied calmly, backing away slowly. “Did you tell him yet?” came the eager voice of Fiona, who moved past Vincent and sauntered into the room. She immediately stopped when she saw me standing in the middle of the room. “Oh, Anny, you’re here?” she said, acting surprised. Like she didn’t see me leave with Andrew earlier today. She bent her neck sideways to peep at Andrew. Her face held disappointment when she looked back up. She must have been expecting Andrew to be shirtless, or even stark naked. “Hope we didn’t disturb you guys?” she said, staring at me squarely, a small smirk
Anne He sauntered in with his medium-sized traveling box rolling beside him. He was putting on a black leather jacket on top of a black round neck shirt, then had on blue crazy jeans that had slits more than my old, worn-out tights. His feet were covered in white sneakers, the size of my head. He was tall and slightly built. He had blue orbs surrounded by thick, short lashes and a subtle sharp-edged face. His nose stood tall, thin, and proud. He had thin lips covering a set of well-arranged white teeth that was sure to give his dentist no stress. On top of his head was a mass of short ginger blond hair. All in all, he was a nice male specimen. The same housekeeper that opened the doors for him took his luggage and disappeared. He just stood in the middle of the large foyer, looking around the walls and ceilings with a smile on his face, as if reminiscing the good days. When his eyes landed on me, standing on the staircase, with my feet on different steps, the smile he had vabished
Anne He saw me to my room before going to spend the rest of the night, catching up with Joshua. He didn’t let go of my hand the entire walk to my room. I didn’t protest either. He was happy. He had this bright sparkle in his eyes as he talked about his adventures with Joshua. He poofed and boomed, explaining with every part of his body. It was as if he was a kid again, reliving those memories of his buddy. I didn’t want to take that away from him by making him bother about my measly hand. At my door, he continued his escapade stories, not until I gave him a gentle tap on the shoulders did he realize. He looked around my door, then back at my face, giving me the softest stare. “As they say, time travels fast when you’re with loved ones,” he said in a cool, calm voice. “Well, you’ll be spending the fleeting time with Joshua,” I mused. His face scrunched up in disgust, “Eww!” “Get your head out of the gutters, silly,” I reprimanded, slightly smacking his forehead. He threw his head
Anne I looked from him to his extended hand, then back at his face. It wasn’t a joke. He wanted to walk me down the stairs. I hesitantly took his hand, subtly glancing at Fiona and Rebecca to see their reaction. Rebecca didn’t seem to mind as she took her husband’s hand. Fiona wasn’t looking my way either but I could tell she wasn’t happy with the development. I saw her limply take Joshua’s hand and allow him to lead her down the stairs. ‘I had no hand in this.’ I thought to myself. Vincent had taken my hand and put on the crook of his elbow, then gripped my arm tightly. It was getting weirder as the seconds went by. “What are you doing?” I blurted out. I couldn’t hold it in any longer. “Walking you down the stairs,” he replied casually as if it were something he did every other day. I didn’t want to think about the effects his touches had on me. It annoyed me that I still felt all gooey feet and tingly from them. I was beginning to think that this was a game to him. One time, h
Andrew My leg was hurting from all the exertion. Vincent had told me earlier to carry my crutches because he knew how crazy my friends were. I didn’t pay heed to him. I was paying the price now. After the chanting and turning me inside out with their rocky movements, they finally dropped me and proceeded to explode in a thunderous uproar, clapping and whistling. Honestly, today was one of the best days of my life. If not because of the joy my friends brought, it would have been the look on my dad’s face. He had turned the brightest shade of white the minute I was flown into the air. Pretend all he wants, he still loved me, and his reputation of course. I dare not fail to add that. If not for my mum’s intervention, he would have made everyone drop their phones with the securities before entering the party. The mad group dispersed, leaving the gentler ones who walked up to render their congratulation. My friend John had rushed out from nowhere and encased me in a knee-buckling hug. I
Anne I felt a hand slip into my PJs and began walking its magic there. A moan escaped my lips as sensual pressure built in my core. I was lying on our king-sized bed with white sheets and a duvet, in our large bedroom. I’m too sleepy or maybe lazy to describe it. Just take this though, the walls are white. The side tables holding up the bedside lamps are also white but with golden designs along the edges, matching that of the bed frame, which has extra huge golden spirals on the tall headrest just above my pillow. By the corner, a long wooden cabinet that holds several drawers is attached to the wall. On top of the cabinet are different figurines and sculptures, then close to it is a magnificent white dressing table that houses my very few beauty products, and an equally magnificent mirror with the same golden design on its edges. There are two walk-in closets on opposite sides of the room. One is for Vincent and the other, mine. A second door closer to my closet lead to the bathroo
Vincent The heavens grumbled like an old giant before I began feeling splatters of droplets on me. I glanced up at the skies and smiled. It was as if it knew how I felt inside. It was a thunderous feeling. I sped past cars on Andrew’s bike, squinting to see clearly as the rain had begun pouring with reckless abandon. How didn’t I see it? How could one be so close, yet so far away?! I felt what I felt, but I just couldn’t see what I was supposed to see, simply because of amnesia. Now it’s all coming back to me! Like a waterfall crashing against the oceans, my memories came flooding in. “I’m coming, Anne. Just wait, okay? I’m coming,” I breathed, maneuvering through the impending hold-up that the rain caused. ‘Slow down you dumb-a**’ my mind warned. I listened to it and went slower till I was off the traffic and onto the small road leading to Anny’s. My heart pounded against my chest as I neared her apartment. The gate that’d had been there when I rented the place for her was un
Vincent Arya made it sound like I had the best of times with her. She may be right because the feelings I had for her couldn’t have been created by mere moments. We must have gone through thick and thin for me to have realized what I had and cherish it. Arya made me to almost desire to stay back and savage the little I could from all we had left. I couldn’t. Because I was hurt. I lost my memory. I couldn’t remember any of my time with her, or even her face, yet I couldn’t get myself to make love to any other woman. She had all the knowledge. She knew all the bits and pieces of our trials and tribulations, but the moment I step out of the picture, she finds solace in the arms of my brother. Now, she has a baby for him. I couldn’t live with that. Her love for me didn’t nearly match the way I felt for her. I couldn’t fight when she’d already given up a year ago. Why didn’t she come after me? Why didn’t she make plans to make me remember slowly? She only comfortably devised plans
Anne The knock on the door made me jerk and involuntarily drop the scissors outside the bathtub. Andrew couldn’t have been back so early, and definitely won’t be knocking gently. Pamela wouldn’t too. Who could be knocking? My dead heart arose and, like a diver, dipped into the pit of my stomach as the thought of Vincent being the one at the door entered my head. It couldn’t be, could it? He should be in the airport now if he wasn’t on the plane already. I didn’t really care to check the time since Andrew left. Is It possible that Andrew had talked Vincent out of leaving? That’ll be if he saw him on time. I didn’t want to ignite my hope only to watch it explode in my face yet again. I’d wanted to wait a bit to see if the caller would go away, but then the knocking would wake Lucia, who’d begin crying and wake my mother. That thought made me hurriedly step out of the bathtub. My legs were wobbly from all the fear and trepidation of what I’d decided to do. I gingerly put one foot i
Anne I carefully carried sleeping Lucia and placed her on the duplicate cot in my mum’s room. I slowly and noiselessly stepped back and out of a room, throwing a glance at my mum, who was snoring lightly on her bed. I then switched off the light and shut the door behind me. Finally, the time has come. I made sure I locked all the doors for the night before heading to my room. Pamela had come earlier and suggested staying with me till Andrew comes or calls. Andrew must have called her to come. Well, I refused all her persistence and almost got angry at her stubbornness. She’d grudgingly accepted to leave. In my room, I took out a pen and scribbled down a few thoughts of mine. I hadn’t time to write a full epistle because I was hurting badly. If I did have the time, I would have written long notes to every one of the people I know who would be hurt by my actions. I’d wanted to live for Lucia, but seeing her face, eyes and long hair reminded me so much of him. One would think that wo
Vincent “We need to talk, Arya,” I said, watching her enter the parlor. She stretched her mouth into a thin line, nodding her head in agreement. “We’re finally having the talk,” she said, removing her jacket and dropping it on the couch alongside her bag. “Alright, I’m ready,” she said, after sitting down on the couch opposite mine. Silence engulfed us for minutes. It was as if we both knew where all this was headed. “Arya, I’m sorry,” I began. “I thought I could do it, but I can’t. It would be a total mess marrying me in this state. You guys were right, I’ve not healed entirely, and I shouldn’t have come back here…” I had my eyes on her the entire time, gauging her reaction. She simply looked back at me without a flinch. “Arya, let’s call off the wedding,” I conferred. She didn’t respond or divulge any emotion that showed how she felt about what I said. After what felt like ages, she inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, then cleared her throat. “It’s sad. Honestly, I prayed it w
Andrew My brother has been ignoring me ever since I took him to see Anne a day ago. I don’t know what he was thinking, but for him to be acting this way, his thoughts weren’t in our favor. Anne had gone there to meet with him that same day while I’d gone straight to the studio. I was going to call Anne and ask how it transpired, but we finished so late at night and I was so exhausted that I passed out immediately my head touched my pillow back at our family house. The next day, I called Anne, but she didn’t answer. I called Vincent, but he, too, ignored my calls. So, after my recording session, I’d gone to Vincent’s but when I saw my mum’s car parked in front of the house, I made a U-turn and headed for Anne’s apartment instead. It was a sunny afternoon. I got there and met her coiled up on her bed, crying her eyes out once again. Racheal and Pam were there trying to make her eat her food. “You’ll make Rachael miss her doctor’s appointment, Anne,” Pam had warned. That was the only
Vincent Mum had threatened to take Anne’s baby away from her. She’d told me how she'd contacted her lawyers and had every paperwork done so that once Arya and I leave, the real work starts. “No, mum,” I’d refused. “Son, that our grandchild there. She cannot live in the slums,” she’d argued. “I’ve been there, mum. It’s not a slum, and Andrew is more than capable of caring for that child,” I countered. I was hurting real bad. I felt like I was drowning… it was overwhelming. Having these massive conflicting emotions, then having to stick up for what I believed was right, was slowly killing me. “Son, she has to pay for what she’d done to us! She cannot go scot-free. My husband and I, for over a year, have had no meaningful conversation because of her. He’d gone rigid around me,” she said in tears. “He’d not touched me for over a year because of that witch, Vincent,” she divulged bitterly. “She created a rift between your brother and yourself in the past, now, a much bigger one by hav
Vincent ‘Anne.’ I guess that’s her real name. It actually rang a bell. I remember pronouncing that name, and it must have meant so much to me because whenever I called it out, which I was doing often since that time with Arya in the kitchen, I felt a cacophony of emotions attack me. There was peace, followed by fear, then agitation, trepidation, fury, and what have you? It was strange. Her name held so much power, yet I couldn’t still remember. It was frustrating! “Have you booked the tickets, Vin?” mum asked from where she sat on the couch. She’d come around right after Arya left the house. Arya has been giving me the silent treatment ever since I mistakenly called her the name that tormented my subconscious, the day before. “Yes, mum,” I replied grudgingly from the dining table where I was getting some reading done. “Have you heard from dad?” I asked. “No, hun, but don’t you worry, he would be available for the wedding. I just received his clothes from his tailor. We’ll be tr