Andrew Surprisingly, I didn’t feel severe headaches when I woke up. My head was just giving out a dull ache, but it was as if all the pain I was supposed to feel moved down my body. I couldn’t even lift a finger from the bed. I know yesterday was rough and all, but I doubted it was the sole reason for the body pain. The tiny flatbed had a huge hand in it. Exerting the little energy I had, I managed to agonizingly move my limps and slide off the bed. I didn’t get far due to the dizziness that came as soon as I stood. It sent me right back on the bed, the force of which increase my headache. I groaned, then began looking around for any sign of human life in the room. There were shuffling and human activities actively going on outside the door but the room was dead silent. Pam couldn’t have left so soon, could she? Speaking of soon, I didn’t even know the time of the day. I grumpily stretched my hand and grabbed my phone on the table. The time read 8 am. Pamela must have gone for lec
Anne I was contemplating whether to open the door or not. The person I saw through the peephole was an unwelcome guest. The bell had been rung loudly and at a stretch. It couldn’t have been Vincent because he had a key. Even if he had misplaced it, he wouldn’t have been ringing the bell obnoxiously. So, my best guess was Andrew, or… My other guess was answered when I looked through the peephole and saw Fiona tapping her foot off on the porch. Vincent wasn’t home. I was sure she didn’t come to see me. She didn’t even know I was here in the first place. Was there any need to open the door and get verbally harassed by her? I had opted to ignore her. I had no business with her, and I hadn’t the strength for unnecessary confrontations, but the persistent ringing irked me out. My eye twitched uncontrollably as I tried to stand it out. She would go away if I did, I thought. The witch didn’t. I’ve never seen this degree of wasted determination. From her ringing, she was certain Vincent
Anne If I had applied a little more force, I would have wrung my head off my neck when I twisted it to see the new intruder. Vincent was standing behind me, holding me close to him. But he wasn’t looking at me. He was staring at the witch in front, a dark murderous look on his handsome face. I’d never seen Vincent like this before. Ever. His body exuded a form of energy that if he wasn’t holding on to me, would have sent me flying. Furious was an understatement. His brows were slightly creased; his eyes wide and intense. In a supernatural world, his stare would have been capable of melting Fiona into a liquid blurb on the tiled floor. It was that intense. It made my anger simmer. He slowly slipped his arm from around me, took short, heavy strides towards her, and stood, towering over her. Fiona was scared. I saw her visibly gulp when he walked towards her like the reaper, ready to devour its prey. “She intentionally left me outside….” She had stammered. “Leave,” he stated in a
Anne “I’m going to go straight to the point,” she said from where she sat behind her glass table inside her office. My hands were sweating when I entered one of the largest boutiques in Alba, ‘Rebecca’s collection’. The place was filled with everything relating to wears. Dresses for different occasions and seasons, footwear of different sizes, and pattern, hats, caps, pieces of jewelry, and other accessories. They even had the kids and baby section. It was filled with wares from top designers. The place was stunning, and very expensive if I might add. This was where my two ball gowns came from. A place I couldn’t afford. I would've taken my time to look at the beautiful things all around me but the situation at hand made it difficult. I had been directed to her office by one of her assistants who knew of my coming. The walls of her office were painted white, with gold spirals running through the center of the wall. Asides from the black couch and seats, the pieces of furniture wer
Andrew Seeing Anne today sent my mood to the deep ends. The worst part was, she was in tears. My heart shattered a thousand pieces…again. Why seeing and touching Anne sent me to my current destination was beyond me. I guess, the last time I went there after a bad encounter with Anne, I found solace. I could breathe better. It wasn’t the drinking at the bar that helped, neither was the fighting afterward. The euphoric effect of those things were very brief. But the lady, that made being naked look like a dangerous thing, helped me. That tiny four eyes, whose knowledge of taekwondo almost dislocated my shoulders, imprinted her touch in my mind’s eye. But there was a clause. Since the last time we met, I haven’t heard from her. I tried calling her new number several times, but it went straight to voicemail. I dropped messages in the stupid voicemail box, yet no response from her. It bothered me. Especially when I had a clue why she went AWOL on me. It was because of the messages Fiona
Andrew “What’s your deal, huh?!” she yelled into my face. “Why won’t you allow me to live my life? You have everything you need with your family. Why would you come in and take what doesn’t belong to you? I’m in love with you! Yes! Happy?! But you want to use it against me. You want to use me as a rebound? What have I ever done to you to deserve such low treatment from you? What?!” Although it was dark, I could still see faces poking out of some windows in the building. The lights in their room illuminated their heads. The dark rooms must’ve people who didn’t want to be noticed, looking too. I stared at her tiny face inside those round glasses, and all I could think of was grabbing her and hugging the life out of her. We were like kins right now. I felt her pain. I could actually relate. In the course of her angry yells, she began hitting my chest with her tiny fist, still yelling things I was no longer paying attention to. All I could see were the tears dripping down those cute ch
Andrew “Something happened with Anny, right?” she asked after close to fifteen minutes of silence inside her apartment. I slowly nodded from where I lay on her bed, while covering my eyes with the length of my hind arm. She had followed me into the apartment and had locked the door, then sat on a stool staring at me. She must think I was going crazy. That didn’t bother me much. Just staying with her in that room was the most comfortable I’d gotten for months now. Crazy or not, she wasn’t sending me out of her house. “Do you want to talk about it?” she asked in a calm voice. I sighed and sat up from the bed, then turned sideways and leaned on the wall while my legs extended beyond the bed and rested on the tiled floor. I looked up at her face, wondering where to begin. She was aware of my feelings for Anne during our small sensual moment in my garden, but that was the last she knew of it. So, I began telling her what went on right before she left the house. About Anne fainting, an
Vincent Anne left again. But to her new apartment in school. I knew she met with my mother because she told me before going. I knew the meeting with my mum was going to be bumpy and had tried talking her out of going but she insisted she needed to accord that respect to her. I had asked to follow her, but she declined. She said she could handle it. I knew my mother and what she was capable of doing when she’s against something. She might not succeed in her antics but she can get nasty in her dealings. This was why immediately after my shift ended that afternoon, I had rushed over to her boutique to make sure Anne wasn’t bullied. I arrived late. Just as I was about to leave my car and enter the boutique, I saw her running off, towards the bus stop, with her hands covering her face. The thought of what my mum must have done to her had left my head that instant because Anne had not been watching where she was running to. God! I was scared out of my skin. I didn’t even know how I go