Amory leaned in closer, his breath ragged with fury as he grabbed Fielding’s shirt tighter. His knuckles whitened as his grip tightened, his face only inches away from Fielding’s. The room felt charged, the kind of static tension that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. Without warning, Amory shoved him back with full force, causing Fielding to stumble. His supportive cane fell from his hand, clattering noisily as it hit the marble floor. The sound echoed through the room, reverberating with a kind of finality that made everyone stop. Time seemed to slow as Fielding’s body followed, crashing hard onto the marble tiles with a thud that sent a shiver down my spine. The silence that followed was deafening. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Fielding, now lying flat on the floor, his cane a few feet away, spinning slowly before settling still. Amory, not yet finished, leaned down again, grabbing Fielding’s shirt with renewed fury. I could see the storm of emotions brewin
My eyes roamed around the ventilated room, which was adorned with images of handcrafted gods and artifacts mounted on the walls.“I must have lived a long time now,” the Shamanka’s voice was soft as she sat back after lighting the candles in the corners of the room. “Famous politicians and businesspeople have been my regulars. Yet, you never came—until now,” she said, her gaze locking with the Chairwoman’s eyes.Chairwoman chuckled, pressing on. “Back then, I had no questions. But today…” She shifted her gaze toward me, sitting beside her, and continued, “I’m here because she asked.”“Who is this girl?” the Shamanka asked, her voice low and anticipatory.“She’s the beloved granddaughter of Mr. Smith, one of your regulars,” the Chairwoman replied, nodding in confirmation.The Shamanka’s eyes flickered with recognition. “I see. And what do you want to know about her that brought you here together?”Chairwoman inhaled deeply before speaking. “What does this child mean to Smith? When his
"Where are you? Have you eaten?" Amory's voice came through the phone, deep and steady, but I could sense the underlying concern in his tone as I picked up."Yes, I ate with Grandmother," I replied, a soft smile pulling at my lips. There was a certain warmth in saying it aloud."Who?" His voice came out in disbelief.I chuckled lightly. "The chairwoman," I clarified. "She told me to call her Grandmother from now on. We went on a little date today.""What's the occasion?" Amory asked, his voice sharp, curious, waiting for the explanation.I paused, standing still next to a lamppost, my gaze trailing off as I gathered my thoughts. "You know..." I began, my tone growing more serious, "I owe you an apology, Amory. I was careless. I kept telling you to stop running from things, to face your fears, without knowing the full story. I... I didn’t know what it meant." I hesitated before pressing on, my voice filled with sincerity, pleading even. "So, I want to lead by example. I'm done running
"What? Don't you know you're no longer our family when you get married off? You should think about your family now that you're married. You shouldn't be so greedy". "I'm so sorry Mother," l lost all my appetite for a smile. Loads of water are already gathering in my eyes waiting for a blink for them to drop. "Hurry up and get rid of it, we don't want anyone to think our exhibition is lousy, " she turned to take her leave. "That's so harsh mother," Elena also turned, forming her lips to make a mockery of me. "Instead of looking at the painting, can't you see how I feel? Sure, I may not be up to your standard, but I worked so hard on it with all my heart," I spurted out as tears rolled down my cheeks. "Hey listen, you were working on that painting while you should've been working harder. That's why I was upset." "I'm sorry. I misunderstood you. It's for a good cause, so I'm doing my best and I won't disappoint you," I retorted, trying to find her favor. "Let me know if you
Have you ever felt like your heart has been put in a mincer? That is how I feel right now looking at them. I feel like my heart has been shredded into pieces. I wanted to run away. To look away, but I don't want him to see me feeling jealous of him. Unfortunately, Amory's phone rang, giving me the chance to leave the room. Feeling a lump form in my throat, I excused myself to the bathroom, needing a moment to compose myself. As I splashed cool water on my face, I couldn't share the feeling of inadequacy that gnawed at me, wondering all over my sister's words. As I hurried out of the bathroom, my mind still swirling with emotions, I failed to notice the figure approaching from the opposite direction. Before I could react, I collided with someone, nearly stumbling backward in surprise. Looking up, I find myself face-to-face with Amory. His eyes widened momentarily in shock before softening with concern. "Oh, I'm so sorry," he exclaimed, reaching out to steady me. His touch w
With my heart racing, I follow the officers, determined to uncover the source of the disturbance. As I rounded the corner, my breath caught in my throat when I saw the appearance of someone lashing out, slapping someone. Someone familiar, someone I never expected to see in such a predicament with a force that echoed through the room. It was my mother who was being slapped by one of her customers, Mrs Rodriquez. Shock and disbelief washed over me as I struggled to make sense of the scene unfolding before my eyes. How could this be happening? What had led my own mother to be slapped by someone not up to her level as she always claimed? Shock and horror coursed through me as I watched my mother stagger backward, her hand flying to her cheek in disbelief as she collapsed within a second with her assistant manager gripping her to stand. "The police will find out. What should I do?" I read the words forming on her lips. She whispers to her manager's eardrum. I can see the look o
Tip-toeing through the room looking for Zayn. I can hear my sister's voice echoing in the next room in front of me. I decided to make some silent runs and prevent my hill from making a sound against the tiles. Almost at the edge of entering the room, I could hear my sister's voice. "You have feelings for me? I already know you made it so obvious," I move closer to stay at the entrance to hear clearly and see who she's speaking with. "Only a dense fool like my sister wouldn't realize," what I heard shattered my heart. "I thought it was just a phase and overlooked your cute crush. But how dare you?'' She takes two steps forward, closing the space between them. "How any of you and Emma are so similar? Why do you both not know your place?" her voice rang out with anger, each word a sharp dagger cutting through the air. Her words echoed in the room. "You desire the things you can't have and create a mess…" her voice cut when she realized my presence from the entrance, a look of
I woke slowly, groggy and disoriented, the sterile smell of antiseptic filling my nostrils. The soft beeping of machines was a constant, steady rhythm, a reminder that I was still alive. My body ached all over, a dull, persistent pain that seemed to come from everywhere at once. I tried to shift slightly, wincing as a sharp pain shot through my side. My eyes fluttered open, the harsh overhead lights making me squint. The room was a blur of white walls and medical equipment. It took me a moment to remember where I was and what had happened—the accident, the lorry, the crash. As my vision cleared, I noticed a familiar figure standing at the foot of my bed. My mother. For a moment, a flicker of hope sparked within me. Maybe she had come to apologize, to show some semblance of care. But the look in her eyes was cold, calculating, devoid of any warmth. She approached the bed, her steps deliberate and slow. My heart pounded in my chest, the beeping of the monitor quickening in respons