The realization that Cameroon had died seven years ago, dealt Elena a heavy blow. She was distraught and sick. She had consistently had a fever and a headache three nights in a row. Her throat was sore from all the crying and her heart was broken to the extent that she could almost see the pieces.
Elena could not understand it. She had not met Cameroon except for the times in her dreams so why did it hurt so much? Cameroon was her soul mate; she was sure of that. She had never felt such a connection before, such a dependence like her heart was a little piece of his own like she was his missing rib. She could not understand why she was dreaming of him if he was already dead. If they did not have a destiny? If she would never see him in person! The questions kept pouring into her head.
She had spent the whole week and more, in bed, researching and crying about everything she found. Cheryl was away at her boyfriend’s place and Elena could not be happier about it, she ne
While on the plane to Los Angeles, Elena thought about her plan to take revenge on Edward. Truth is, she did not have a well-constructed plan on how she would go about it. She had not thought it through, it had all been so sudden but there was no way she would have ignored her sister’s pain, knowing there was a chance that she could do something about it. But as the plane took off the ground, she began to doubt herself, all through the ride from Mississauga Ontario, to Toronto where she boarded the flight to LA, she had tried to turn her focus away from her sister’s pain, she
Cassandra was working late at her clothing factory. She had gotten a contract to create outfits for a top musician’s tour and she was running behind schedule. She was working long hours with her team to meet up with the orders. On that particular night, she was worried. It was almost 2.00 am, three hours since she had called her sister, Alexis, and had not heard back from her. It was very unusual of her; their mother had also mentioned how Alexis had left Canada after Elena had an episode. That was also very odd to Cassandra. She thought about calling Alexis again, but momentarily decided against it, she did not want to wake her from sleep; she knew how much Alexis treasured her nighttime, and coupled with the trip back, Alexis must have been exhausted. After thirty minutes of debating to call or not, She yielded to the temptation and made the call from her office. Alexis’s cell rang several times without a response. Cassandra ran her hand across her face and let
Back at Alexis’ apartment, the two sisters poured the contents of the bag on the carpet and sat down to go through them. They found out that there were in fact, three tapes with Alexis written on them and not two. Elena set them aside and immediately pulled out a DVD player so she could at least glance at them, she wanted to be sure they contained what she knew they did before she destroyed them. She had the intention of going through every one of them, to be sure. As she pulled out the DVD, Cassandra stopped her “Alexis, are you sure you want to see that?” she was concerned for her sister, seeing those tapes could set her off, there were many emotional traumas that watching them could set off and Cassandra did not want that to happen. She did not think Alexis was strong enough to confront them, she did not think anyone was strong enough. But what Cassandra did not know was that Elena, resided in Alexis’ body at that moment and Elena was set on getting revenge for he
Alexis woke up to the news about Edward’s arrest. The news said someone had left an anonymous tip that uncovered a series of sexual molestation on the part of the model scout. Some of the victims had in the last twenty-four hours, been contacted and they were ready to file official reports and press charges. All news stations carried the same news. Alexis was confused and dizzy! She walked to her bedroom where she saw three tapes on her bedside table, her name was written on them, she could not remember how they got there; she decided to attend to that later. She looked over her window, toward the street and saw what she suspected would be there, a line of paparazzi’s and reporters, waiting for her to descend, to ask her a series of questions about her manager’s arrest. She put her hand to her head, she felt dizzy, as if she had lost time. She picked up her phone to check the time, then her eyes ran to the date, it was Saturday, November 5th; a cold chill ran dow
Three days after Elena woke up, she got discharged from the hospital and Caroline took her home, not to Elena’s apartment, but to her own house. She wanted to help care for her daughter closely.
Elena had been at her mother’s place for the rest of the week, Caroline had taken absolute care of her the whole time, to the extent that Elena started to feel so much love and appreciation like she had never felt for her mother before. She began to see the difficult sacrifices Caroline had made for her consistently. Elena had even started work but remotely, she was getting her job done from the comfort of her mother’s home; but the day had finally come for her to go back to her flat and her friend was coming to get her. Elena did not have much to pack, she had just a few clothes which she threw into a shoulder bag. She threw a quick look at her wristwatch and realized that it was almost noon. “Cheryl should be here soon,” she said to no one in particular as she exited the bedroom to join her mum in the living room downstairs. Caroline stood up as Elena came down the stairs, she gave her daughter a thorough look as Elena approached, Elena had lost
The friends stayed quiet for the rest of the trip. The restaurant was forgotten. Cheryl drove them back to their apartment. She couldn’t deal with what she witnessed. It didn’t seem normal to her. A part of her was dead scared.Elena was quiet too. she was lost in her thoughts of Cameroon. Now she could replay the alternate-life experience she had. She was happy. Happier than she had ever been. She was now aware of the sense of fulfillment she felt while with Cameroon.Back in the apartment, Cheryl went straight to the shower. She washed her hair and body vigorously as if the water could wash away the experience.Cheryl walked back to the kitchen, still in her bathrobe, and found Elena sitting by the kitchen table.“Are we gonna talk about this or not?” Cheryl broke the silence.“what do you want me to say, Cher. This feels like my destiny. My own calling.” Elena didn’t look up from the glass of water she held in her hands.“I don’t get it. An old sneaky lady says
Imaginary bags packed, goodbyes said, Elena started to Shiver. It was now Dec 29th and she sat in her apartment alone. The sound from the ticking clock was as loud as ever. She hadn’t had any sleep in two days. She had tried but failed. Now alone, reality set in. one feeling kept hovering at the back of her mind. It was a feeling she was refusing to acknowledge. Fear! Elena was afraid of the unknown, of the future. Or the past even. Which she was about to journey to. So many questions plagued her mind. What if he didn’t love her? What if she couldn’t stop his death? How would she survive alone? How would her life be different? Without any siblings or family? Who was she going to be? What if she got lost in-between time? She had asked so many questions that her head ached. It also didn’t help that the only person she could share this with had g
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Dec 1st, 2013.In Sydney, Australia.Elena and Cameroon’s wedding day.It had been a long four months of wedding planning for Elena. Susan was going all out, helping her daughter plan the perfect wedding. The food, guest list, dresses, and all. But Susan wasn’t the only one, her friends too were helping. Every step of the way. All hands on deck. They had only four months to plan the perfect Billionaire wedding. But one thing everyone all agreed on from the start, was the location of the wedding.They were having it on Elena’s yacht.It had to be. It was the perfect location. Within that four months, Elena had gone house shopping with her soon-to-be husband, Cameroon and they had found the perfect home.It was a six-bedroom bi-level home. And Elena fell in love with it.It was the perfect fit. They had found out they were having triplets and so they needed a big home.The house was spread on a wide acre of Land. But some
Elena sat at the back seat of the Bentley. She had texted her friends to let them know she was on her way. And they confirmed that they were already there. waiting.
Sunny Friday afternoon- check.Cameras- check.Shopping bags- check.Five friends- check.Credit card- double-check.All items were checked as the five friends headed out on Friday to prepare for the dinner that was happening the next day. Carrie was the designated driver for the day. She picked everyone from their homes in her range rover.The friends had all screamed over the phone when Elena had told them the good news. She still felt weird that she was telling them before she told Cameroon but it already happened.Now they were all in Carrie’s car, riding to the first stop.Elena’s friends were all quick to jump on board. Just like Vanessa had been. And she noticed that too. They all seemed so eager.“So where’s our first stop?” Nicole asked as she entered the car. She was the last person to join them.“massages first, I already booked us an appointment at t
Elena leaned backward into her toilet seat and peed on the stick. She closed her eyes and waited. Counted even. And it turned out again with the positive sign. She had peed on six different sticks already. This was the seventh stick.And it was also positive.Jeez, she swirled around. She laughed, she cried. Nit painful tears but soft happy tears.She was pregnant. With Cameroon’s child.She was engulfed with a feeling of great pleasure and happiness. She wanted to run out to tell him but she was at her own apartment. Elena picked up the phone to call him and stopped herself. No, this wasn’t something she was going to tell him over the phone. She was going to tell him in person.Without a doubt, Elena knew that Cameroon was going to be excited about the news. Just as she was. Her parents were going to be excited too. And her friends! Oh her friends will be too. She placed her hands over her stomach. Straining to see if she could feel the ba
It had been three months since Elena broke things off with Jake. She hadn’t heard from him the whole time. But her friend, Nina had come to her. Nina had taken her to lunch on a sunny Monday afternoon. The meeting wasn’t planned, especially since the girls had gotten together for their usual weekly hangouts.But Elena hadn’t thought much about it. When she received Nina’s text.She simply nodded and drove to the location Nina had asked them to meet.By the time she arrived, Nina was already there. Under a square umbrella. Nina. Nina stood up and waved immediately she caught sight of Elena.And Elena walked to her table.“this early lunch is on you by the way.” Elena joked as she approached her friend.“hahaha. No Probs, Elena. It is nice to see you.”Elena pulled out a chair and sat in it. “it is nice to see you too, even though I saw you two nights ago.” She
Jake was in his home, alone in his thoughts. He had been binging on some movies the night before.It was a Friday night and he had wanted to talk to her. He had picked up his phone so many times but ended up putting it back down.He wanted her to come to him. He wanted her to choose him.And it was beginning to take forever. That made him sad. So he had sat in front of his TV, blocking everything out, and watched several shows till he fell asleep.He woke up the next morning, on his couch. He checked his phone first, no call had come in for him.Then he made his way to the bathroom. Before reaching the bathroom, his doorbell rang.His heartbeat surged.He guessed who it could be. He wasn’t expecting anyone and hadn’t made any orders.But he flung open the door.And there she was, Elena.He grinned. “come on in.” She accepted the invitation and stepped in. The smell of her perfume surrounded him as she came in. She clutched her bag li
The wine Cameroon had come with had a rich taste. Just like she had expected it to. It was a fourteen-year-old bottle made from one of the best wine yards in France.Elena poured herself another glass. Still silent.Her candle still burning.She started to play with his nipples. And Cameroon Jerked. He swallowed again.“Babe,” he whispered.“yes.”“I want to get to know you.”“This is you knowing me.” She teased.He could see the laughter in her eyes.She got up from the couch, set her glass on her desk, and stood in front of him.He looked up at her.She started to unbutton her shirt. She paused at the first button. And teased him some more with her eyes.Slowly, she opened one button after the other. Till she got to the end and then she slipped off the shirt.Her shirt fell to the ground. And spread.She took her hands to her back and unclasped her br
Friday arrived.It was a date night for Elena and Cameroon. And the perfect night. The night was slightly chilly. And the wind was stronger than usual.Elena had spent most of her day in the office. Preoccupied with work. She had caught up on almost all the backlogs and was the only person still in the office. The last person to leave checked out an hour ago. Even the cleaning service had finished up for the day.But not Elena. She was still working. Elena wasn’t exactly a workaholic, but on this day, she simply wanted to pour out herself till she was empty. She had started out the day with a lot of backlogs.That was one of the reasons.And the other reason? She was distracting herself.From thinking about him. Not him, Cameroon. But him, Jake.She had tried so hard to sleep the previous night. But had ended up staying late till 4.00 am and she was up again at 7.00 am.She couldn’t stop her brai