With her eyes set upon the open cabinet, Isabella heaved a sigh before pulling away. And rather than coming back to the parlor with a fresh cup of coffee, she had in her hands a bottle of leftover booze instead which she passed across to Christian.He did collect it but with an unsure scoff.“Haven’t done much shopping since i arrived. You’re going to have to manage that” Isa sniffled through her nose and then ran her hands through her hair. Christian darted his eyes around the empty room and there was a brief moment of silence between them.She sank into the couch right across from him and their eyes locked as he sipped a mouthful of the alcohol. “How long have you been here?” He had a stint of concern in his voice which she’d recognized and Isa didn’t appreciate.“Look, i need you to leave. You said coffee and i don’t have coffee” She got defensive, standing up to cling to the curtains, from where she could see the heavy snow pick up in a storm. Her feet pressed against the grounds
Dear Isabella,My Bella. If you’re reading this then you’ve probably come back to our Riverdale Home and in a fit of rage have destroyed the vase in which this letter was hidden or whatever. My guess is that whenever you’re reading this, i’m no more. Or maybe i sent you to get it but that’s a totally different scenario. However, whenever it is be it two years from now, or five years from this moment that i’m sitting right next to this blazing fireplace, trying to find the right words to pen my thoughts—trying to find the right way to the say goodbye. Whenever it is, i hope that it’s not too late, i hope it’s time.Time for you to know the truth.At least it’s close. You were always like Emily, your mother and there was barely any difference between the both of you. It’s such a shame things happened the way it did. But i’m glad i got to raise you for the most of your life as well. Please understand it’s much harder for me to write this.For the past few weeks, i’ve stared below at a
The sound of the alarm blared through his ears, forcing him to jolt awake.“Fuck this” Was Leonardo’s usually morning mantle the few moments before he stepped out of bed. His morning was a routine—cleaning up, dressing for work and waiting by the porch for his driver in his Mercedes.Only a few minutes later would he alight at the portico of the large building that was his hotel and when he pushed through the doors, he was met with a worrisome expression across Harold’s face. “I got your message” He said, turning in the same direction that he walked.“About a meeting?” Harold said in a questioning tone and before Leonard walked into his office, he turned to exchange a glare. “You don’t look alright” Harold noted and a sigh escaped his lips. “That’s because someone’s trying to kill me” He accused, throwing off his bag and then running his hands through his hair. Both their eyes met, during the time which a scoff escaped Harold’s lips hoping it was a joke.“What?”“Someone’s fucking tr
The moment his eyes opened, she was the first they met.Joan was seated on the hospital bed with her hands running down his hot temperatured neck. She heaved in a deep breath and Frederick turned to face her fully with a smile across his lips.That same smile he’d faked for the longest time.“Hey” She whispered, over it. Freddie, seeing the dull in her eyes was immediately concerned and he sat up. “Are you okay?” His voice was frail and shaky, like the gaze she was locked in.“No, are you okay?” Joan shook his head.“The doctor said you’re in so much pain yesterday” She grasped his hands in hers and he exhaled from his lips. “It’s nothing i can’t handle” Frederick chuckled but for the first time, Joan wore on a straight face. It was because of how broken she’d been all through the night that she dreaded asking him this next question.“Do you want to be euthanized, Freddie?”“I feel like you’ve been dropping these subtle hints and clues but you’re scared to ask because you think i may
The car tyre rovered upon a speed bump, causing Joan to jerk forward and inadvertently drifting her out of her thoughts. She fastened her hands against her thighs as she looked out of the windows.“Are you alright?” Seeing the arch between her brows, Theodore asked. It was almost as if he could sense the tension brewing behind the tightly shut windows. She threw her head upon her shoulders to look back at him. And with one hand around the steering wheel, he spared a second for them to lock eyes.“I’m just a little bit nervous. I mean what if she wants nothing to do with me and i just end up ruining her new family?” Joan asked, a little berserk and Theo scoffed. “I’ve watched enough movies to validate my worries, Theo” She harkened, rolling her eyes to the back of her head.The moment his eyes darted back to the roads, the smirk across his lips seemed to vanish and just then he heaved a deep breath. “You’ll be alright” Theodore croaked and her eyes caught the ‘Welcome to LA’ sign boar
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