The unwanted night visitor is here
RonanI was here thinking about what Elena was doing at the moment—if she was in the arms of David Spencer or whether she was planning something major against me...What else could she be doing if not to be snuggled in the damn professor's embrace? I lay on her side of the bed, wondering if I could get an inkling of where she was. I needed to find Elena as soon as possible. My peace of mind depends on it. Elena’s mobile phone was proof enough that she planned to torment me as much as she wanted. I must get this phone working soon enough. The blaring sound of a phone’s ringtone jolted me up. I hastily grabbed the broken phone and stared at it from all directions, yet there was nothing in it that showed the sound was coming from within this crap. I looked around the bed and the headboard, wondering if Elena left some other phone that I overlooked. However, the call cut abruptly, and I couldn’t search for the phone. “Ronan, you fool! That was your ringtone. Shit!” Why was I so messed
RonanI couldn’t call Darcy after she left. There were no other words to explain what happened, and why I took such a firm stance. Even though I had my reasons, I knew she wouldn’t understand.Even though I didn’t allow Darcy into the house, I had my driver drop her home. His only task was to drive me, and no one else. Even Elena was never driven by my personal driver, but Darcy was an exception last night. I expected Darcy’s mind to be at peace after extending my goodwill, but she was still angry because I didn’t allow her into the house. I can’t believe she chose to put me in such a tight spot without speaking to me first.Well, I was only comforted with the thought that the paparazzi wouldn’t blow this out of proportion. Even when I met Darcy for our lunch date earlier today, she didn’t look happy. I tried everything to make her smile, but Darcy still didn’t talk to me. When I had to leave for an emergency meeting, she didn’t even bother to acknowledge me. Throughout our lunch,
Ronan“Dad, what are you saying? I didn’t do anything to her.”I just now got wind of the trending news about Darcy and me, only to have Dad call my line in the next minute. No matter what I said, he wasn’t ready to listen. “Why would a woman pack her bags and come to your matrimonial home if you didn’t encourage her? Ronan Simpson, is marriage a joke, or has Elena been too soft for you?” Why would Dad believe I did this just because Darcy showed up at my house? She came unannounced. I didn’t even know she was coming to my house. How could I say this without getting him more agitated than he already was?“Dad, please calm down. I didn’t invite her to my house. Trust me, Dad, I wouldn't...”“I am taking Elena out of your house, Ronan. She was my daughter before she became your wife. This has got to stop!” What the! I could feel a headache coming, but there was no way to make Dad stop his train of thought.“I’m sorry, Dad. Can we talk about this later? Please, I really need to go. I’
Elena“Yes, David. You have absolutely nothing to worry about. I reported the case to the police in Saint City. It was a good thing we reported it back in Lockwood. They just need to compare the case files and confirm my statement. You know I already gave them a portrait of the thugs, especially the leader.” David called earlier and said he wanted to check on me, However, after I mentioned that the thugs who attacked me were the same ones who vandalized the Saint City Number 1 High School, he couldn’t stop fretting. “I meant every word, Elena. You need to be extra careful. Those thugs may seem ordinary, but they are more connected than you can imagine. They got away with hitting you the other day, so what wouldn’t they do if they chose to destroy the CCTV footage that could incriminate them? Remember we had nothing on them at the time we went to the police station. It was only our word against theirs. You choosing to allow the police to do their thing because you didn’t wish to invo
Elena“Mmmm!” My head hurts like hell. Ouch! What is happening to me?This pain is on a different level. I didn’t even do anything to aggravate my condition, so why would I feel this way? Remembering the last thing I saw, I lifted my hand to my nose and noticed the bleeding had stopped. However, I couldn’t tell where I was.“Where am I?” Shit! It was the familiar smell of disinfectants, the white ceiling, a bed, and a drip hanging up there. When I tried to raise my left hand, the pain from the needle finally registered in my mind. How could I be back at the hospital in such a short time? Why did my nose bleed? Was I deteriorating too fast? Lately, I haven’t stressed myself, and nothing stressful has happened to me. Why then would this happen again? How did I end up here?“Boss, you’re awake.” I turned my gaze toward the excited voice, and in came my housekeeper. I could tell she looked both flustered and relieved at the same time. Was she the one who brought me here? That made a
ElenaI didn’t know if I should laugh or cry. Here I was, walking into my house as if I was a stranger. I stared at the back of the young boy who startled me in the elevator, wondering if David had succeeded in making me paranoid.“I’m sorry we scared you, boss. It wasn’t my intention.” Ruth stood beside me, fidgeting uncomfortably. I knew my silence was stifling, but I was speechless. I was too embarrassed to say anything. However, the innocent woman felt I was too angry to respond.“Boss, Blake is really not a bad kid. He only looks so muscular because he’s on the football team and spends too much time at the gym. Please, don’t be offended.” If I didn’t stop Ruth, she wouldn’t stop talking about my non-existent anger. ‘What’s he doing here?” That just did it, huh? The woman was already startled, and I had to make her feel like her son wasn’t welcome in my house. I only wanted to know why he came around. “B… Boss, Blake lives here. With me. I promise he won’t cross your path again.
ElenaI lay motionless on the bed, shrouded in lust and confusion. My gaze was still a little clouded, but I could see everything. I knew who it was. I knew what she did, and I could see the conflict in Ronan’s eyes. I had never been this embarrassed in my whole life. Not only that, but I was also unsatiated. These emotions made me frustrated, and angry, but not stupid. I quickly reached for the duvet and covered myself, taking time to allow Ronan to deal with the situation. How dare Darcy enter our room uninvited! A thousand emotions flashed through my head, but none of these made me angrier than the complicated look in Ronan’s eyes. The woman he was about to make love to was lying silently in his bed, but his thousand percent attention was on Darcy Taylor-the person who rudely interrupted our couple moments. I was angry, but I didn’t cry. Darcy, on the other hand, quickly began her waterworks. “Why did you do this to me, Ronan? Why did you touch her?” She began, and I could s
ElenaI walked out of the bathroom feeling refreshed. I had to take a bath, since my sweat soaked the bed and I couldn’t hide what was happening to my body either. My thighs felt sticky, and I felt like I had a bad itch down there that needed to be scratched-just that my husband could only do this scratch. The urge to get laid got so bad that I could have sworn someone drugged me if I had been outside the house. I have never touched myself before, but for the first time tonight, I felt like I could only get a peace of mind if I did so. I couldn’t tell if the next few months would be this difficult, but I was ready to sail through. Doctor Harold already informed me about how some pregnant women become extra sensitive and honey. I hoped I wouldn’t experience that, but I realized tonight that this prayer of mine hadn’t been answered. I couldn’t have everything, after all. I felt so ashamed of how my libido controlled me tonight, yet I was still grateful that no one else was here to wi
Elena“How are you so sure you can help me, Dr Pierce? Doctors informed me a few months ago that my condition was incurable. How could you assure treatment now that the situation has already deteriorated? Are you aware I’m currently in the late stage?” Dr Pierce fixed a meaningful gaze on me for a while before telling me what I didn’t know if I should feel happy or sad about. “I’ve done this more than once, Ms Jones. The most successful patient lived for fifteen more years than expected. She was in the third stage when she approached me.” The man’s words reeked of finality, and I had a feeling that I could trust him. However, I already lost hope when I was told there was no going back for me. How could I trust him now when I might have crossed to stage four already? He said it himself; the patient he treated was at stage four. Then again, this doctor Pierce looked like he had a special interest in my case. I just couldn’t pinpoint whatever he wanted from me. What if he knew me some
ElenaAs I watched the nurse place Liam back into the incubator, my heart ached, and I only wished I could join him in there. Nothing would make me happier than to have my baby in my arms and go to sleep with him on the same bed. Ruth led me back toward the ward, and on our way, I learned that the young nurse who spoke to me earlier was the same person who was tasked with taking a shot of the birth process of Liam. She really seemed like a kind soul, I must say. “I’m glad to see you smiling this beautifully, Elena. There is a certain glow to you now that I could never explain if anyone asked me about it. Tsk!” Ruth was an observant fellow; I give her that. She was able to tell that my mood changed just by watching how I dressed and my interactions with Liam and the young nurse.“Can anything ever escape your eyes, Ruth?” I asked her in a defeated voice. She was just too observant for her own good. Speak of a perfect judge of character, and Ruth would make number one on the list.“W
ElenaI slept for five hours straight, and I couldn’t believe it. I cried myself to sleep this afternoon, only to wake up when the sun had already set. with the moon hanging beautifully up in the sky. The night sky looked breathtaking, and I just couldn’t have enough of it. The stars sprinkled their light everywhere, while the moon cast an aesthetic glow in it’s glory.This had been the longest time I slept since I woke up from the coma.I felt more refreshed when I woke up just now, and my legs even gave way for me to stand on them. For the first time, I stood in the bathroom, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I looked… lost. I didn’t look like myself, and all the eye bags under my eyes just added to how horrible I looked. How could I be this pathetic? I knew I would eventually die and leave this earth sooner, rather than later. However, there was no need for me to go down looking like a ghost before I finally became one, was there?. Despite everything that happened over th
RuthI watched Elena cry herself to sleep, and my heart ached like nothing I had ever felt before. I was sad because she had done so much for me, yet there was no way for me to help her. Elena tried to help everyone who came into contact with her, yet she had so many people around her but couldn’t be helped. When she trembled from all the pent-up frustration earlier, I felt her pain. WHo wouldn't wish to live longer, even if it was only for a few days more? Elena wasn't an exception, and I watched how she battled with sleep ever since she regained consciousness. She was scared to close her eyes. Elena was afraid that she may close her eyes to sleep and never wake up again. How could anyone live with so much anxiety? The problems were just too much for her feeble body to bear.I know Mr Spencer loved her terribly, but why he did what he did, I could never tell unless I asked him. I must do just that. Elena already suffered a lot, and as a person she trusted so much, he should have exp
Elena “We need to talk about your brain tumor, Elena.” What the heck! David Spencer’s voice caused me to go tense in my chair, as I cast a questioning glare toward him. How could he bring these two doctors in here and decide to check my brain tumor again? We both knew I was in the late stages, so why this? When did I ever tell them it was up for discussion? I told David I didn’t wish to discuss this sickness ever again. Why then did he do it?I stared at everyone in the room, who looked like they had too much to say about my condition than I wanted. Looking from one person to the other, everyone seemed particularly edgy, and I bit my tongue to prevent myself from saying anything I could regret in the next second. What shocked me the most was the presence of David Spencer, who seemed so agitated that I was certain he just couldn’t wait to let it all out-whatever he had in his chest, that was. I wasn’t happy about the intrusion, and I didn’t wish to go through any tests again. I ma
ElenaTears flowed out of my eyes, unhindered. I didn’t have what it took to hold it in. I thought I’d lost him. I thought I could never see my son again, but there he was. He was sleeping so peacefully in the incubator that I could tell he was in great hands. The sight of the rise and fall of his chest made me feel a new breath in my bones. It was testament to the presence of life force running through his veins. My Liam was alive and kicking.I stood beside the incubator, watching my Liam through the glass. He looked so tiny-so frail but alive, all the same. I wanted to hold my son, hold his tiny hands and feel the softness of his smooth and supple skin to my touch. I wanted to feel his warmth against mine, and assure him that I was here for him. Nothing would make me happier than to hold him in my arms and assure Liam that I loved him, and that I would always protect him, no matter where I was. Alas, I had to wait a while longer. I could only hope I stayed here long enough for
Elena“Liam… Liam… Liam… Where are you, Liam?” I was thrashing my hands everywhere, trying to break free and find my son. Some powerful arms suddenly seized and pinned me. I couldn’t move my hands anymore, even my feet were not so free, and the helplessness caused me to break down in tears. As my tears fell, I realized someone was calling my name. No, not just someone-it was David. How did David get here, and why would he pin me on the bed? What…Bed. I was lying on a soft bed, with beeping sounds blaring in the room. I knew this sound all too well. It must be the beeping of machines. This only meant that I was in a hospital. Again.“Liam, where is my Liam? Where is my baby, David? Where is my baby?” I kept moving my arms, even if his strength prevented it from showing. “Calm down, Elena. Please, calm down, I beg you. You will see your son when the doctor gets here, but for now, please calm down.” I tried to struggle once again, only to hear him say, “Liam, huh, that’s a lovely na
Elena“Liam, Liam, Liam… Where are you, Liam?” I searched through the living room, looking everywhere for my son. I couldn’t find him anywhere, but I didn’t worry about a thing. We were behind closed doors, and he couldn’t have hidden anywhere I wouldn’t find him. Maybe he just got better with hiding, while I got bad at seeking. “Come out, Liam, where are you? It’s time for bed. ” I spoke an octave higher when I noticed I couldn’t spot my son anywhere. To top it all off, I already searched every nook and cranny of the house. Playing hide and seek before bed had become like a ritual, and Liam enjoyed it a lot. The only time he slept willingly was when he got enough fun from playing hide and seek with me. It was only the two of us, anyway, hence, I had to do this with him every other night. Not that I mind, though, because he happened to be the only thing I lived for. Liam was my light in this dark world. His disarming smile could melt even the stoniest of hearts. He was simply adorab
DavidIt has been four days of torture, four days of moving about like a zombie, and four days of hoping this wasn't the feared end. For Elena, I have lived like a man who has come to terms with her condition. I lived like a man who was ready to move on and take care of her child in her absence.Heaven knows I wanted to be no part of that. I didn’t have plans of becoming a single father to her child. All I wanted was to be with Elena. I didn't mind another man's child, but I didn't want to do this without her. I was okay being her friend, a friend in the shadows, someone she could always call on when she needed help.I couldn’t tell when it happened—when I had fallen so hard that there was no saving me. My initial intentions weren’t to fall in love with her. It was something else altogether, but as I watched her smile, brace all storms, love and get betrayed, and watch her cry when she thought no one was watching… I fell madly in love.Somewhere between my plans and her charm, I wante