The car came to a halt at the corner of the roads and up ahead them, there wasn’t really much but these two houses and a windmill a distance from them. The winds gushed in through the windows as they came down and both Joan and Theodore looked to each other at the same time.“You think this is it?” She asked but he didn’t say anything surprisingly, just pushed the doors and stepped out. Joan, with an arc between her brows came out the other side and sauntered behind him.“Theodore, is everything alright?” She asked.“I noticed the coldness all through the ride and you barely even saying anything i mean, come on” Joan’s voice was perched with a high tone and it was then he turned around.“Oh really” He shrugged his shoulders.“Thought i was really subtle”“Did i do anything?” Joan asked softly now and his lips disappeared into his mouth as he scoffed. “Did you do anything, Joan you’re asking me if you did anything?” He echoed her words and she was even more plagued.“How about dragging
“Oh my God”With a pair of squared glasses perched upon her nose, Freya was able to set her able sights upon the television and seeing that particular headline, that exclamation escaped her frail lips.“No” She shook her head in denial, because right in front of her was a picture of Isabella in an unknown man’s arms whilst they shared a kiss. She was beyond stunned just like everyone else was and her first instinct was to look around whether the kids were close by.They were not.She could see them, a distance from her around the dining table doing what they knew how to do best—eat. But then suddenly as her eyes turned to look at the clock and she begun to wonder if Leonardo had seen this news and where he was, the door suddenly barged open with a frantic and horrid expression across Tessa’s face.Her hands had been cut from broken glass and she was quivering—shaky.“There’s a fire!” She yelled and there was a vicious crack in her voice. Though with trembling legs, Freya was able to s
"Where is she?"Pushing a lump down her sore, dry throat, Joan asked. For some reason, she’d escaped eye contact with the woman before her. She had luscious dark red hair just like that photo she’d seen of Miranda and that was not the only feature common to the both of them.It wasn’t exactly rocket science that she was her daughter. “I’m Emma” She’d introduced the moment she pushed open the doors and Theo sauntered right behind Joan whose countenance had fallen beyond. He stole casual glances from the corner of his eyes and even his unconcerning veneer was very unbelievable.He saw how bereaved she was as she sat into the caramel brown couch and Emma had walked back to her with a cup of coffee. The farmhouse bungalow was eerily silent and occasionally the winds that blew in swayed the cream curtains side by side. Joan was in the couch, just opposite Emma but Theo was standing with his back wedged against the walls.His arms were folded, just like hers.“Where is she?” Was the questi
Isabella Evans arose from her bed with a forceful jolt, realizing her whole life wasn’t just a nightmare like she’d hoped it was.“Shit” She cussed the moment she took the newspaper in her hands to see the unapologetic headline that couldn’t have been any more invasive and insulting to her. Running her hands through her hair, even summoning a deep breath seemed to be such a task.Alas when she finally brought her feet to reach the ground, Isabella contemplated dialing the two men who had been dragged through the mud because of her. Her hands quivered but out of fear of the uncertainty—the fear that neither of them would want nothing to do with her anymore.God, she did ruin everything that came within her reach.And now, she hated everything. She hated that the paparazzi had put her in such a position, stuck between two walls when all she wanted really was a normal life to begin with. Foolish of her to have thought she left them behind in Norman.She remembered when it happened with
“The city’s really magical from up here.” With the lights illuminating her dark brown eyes and her ankles swinging from several inches above the lopsided grasslands, Joan said. Her hands wedged beside her, holding her up as she lent her gaze to the towering buildings of Los Angeles——most of the roofs piercing into the starlight skies blanketing over them. A crinkle crept to the corner of her lips and when Theo moved closer, her head rested so naturally upon his shoulders. The winds were merciless at this height but she had his jacket which she held around her frame and her hair which dropped across her face. She was seated upon the L, of Hollywood and him, on the Y.He’d made it obvious how uncomfortable he was, but it was a price to pay to enjoy this moment with her. For the first time, she didn’t have a million things racing her mind, and although she’d met her mother’s family, had lunch with Jazzy and Daniel, none of it really stayed with her.Rarely, except this moment was she
“This has been my favorite restaurant since we got to Los Angeles”Jazzlyn took her seat across the table from Joan with her hands held tightly over Daniel’s. Unconsciously, it was something Joan’s gaze fell upon as she sat into the chair as well. She was in a silk drapy black dress and a pair of sandals that were only just a brisk away from underdressed to go with. However, her face really popped with the light makeup she had on.It was nothing fancy, just a dinner with Jazzy and Daniel since they were to leave back for Norman the next day. Theo hadn’t changed, he’d wore his brown jacket over a white tshirt and a cowboy hat which rested at the corner of the table. Joan’s gaze lingered past it and met with Jazz’s before an exhale fled her lips.“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” She flashed a smile.It was, it was a sight not too far from the Hollywood sign and the winds that breezed across from here were gentle and warmly scented. There was also a slow rhythm of blues from the vinyl and a s
THIRTY YEARS AGO.“May God give to us and all whom we love his comfort and his peace, his light and his joy, in this world and the next; and the blessing of God almighty, the father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, be upon us, and remain with us this day and forever” “Amen” There was a loud chorus from the congregation.There were also flowers everywhere, of many colors but the most of which were black. Black was everywhere, filling the air with grief and loss. There were a bunch of long, sad faces which looked upon the open casket as it lowered into the grounds.Emily couldn’t watch the most of her father’s funeral and so she clenched her sister’s palms. “Majorie is it over yet?” She asked. Maj was the stronger of the both of them—holding her shoulders high enough for Em’s chin. She cleared her throat and then muttered a response.“It’s over now” She whispered.“He’s not with us anymore” At her words, Emily lifted her gaze up to meet Majorie’s moist eyes. “So what happens now?” She lo
THIRTY YEARS AGO."I met someone."Majorie arose to lean against her bed, she fisted the duvet in her hands as her eyes were met by her sister’s. Emily twirled her hair and her cheeks had gone red by just thinking of Gerald. He was perfect and unlike anyone she’d ever been with.“I left you a night” Maj rolled her eyes and they shared a chuckle. She stood from her own bed, sauntering right into Majorie’s own and tucking herself beneath the sheets. “He’s gorgeous, he’s funny and sweet. His gentle and when we kissed, it was the first time i felt these butterflies.”“Like the ones in the books” She gleamed and by the gaze in her eyes, Majorie could tell Emily was already gone—she was completely swooned by this man she’d only met. Her descriptions weren’t bad, in fact they were nearly perfect but Maj had a crinkle come between a cautious gaze.“What is it?” Em budged her in her hands.“I just want you to be careful, you know” She whispered but Emily blew raspberry while rolling her eyes t