RhysThe first time I was called a bastard was when I was five. I didn't know what it meant but I had one of the kids say it to me and I thought it was funny. I laughed a lot. I used to love to laugh so much. I used to have lots of friends. I used to love playing with them. When I turned seven, the kids in the neighbourhood had begun to avoid me, and when I asked me, he told me his mom said I was a “bastard”. It was the first time I realized that bastard wasn't a good word.I had gone home that day to ask my mom what it meant and she just shrugged. “I don't know honey. That's how they talk now, you can’t change it.” She always tried to be comforting because I was her baby boy. But I knew after that day and I began to ask her for my father. One day I came back crying and she knew it had gotten out of hand and the next day we were driving to the next town with bigger buildings.“I don't know her or the child she is with, she's a liar!” The man who I later found out to be my Father yell
DarcyRhys was not home and I couldn't exactly tell what the update was with his grandfather.He had been acting very off and I could recognize the smell of guilt that oozed from him. I didn't care, he wasn't exactly my problem, and the little time I tried to be empathetic, he acted as though I were the problem. My presence was annoying, it just didn't fit in here with his so I let him be.I stared at myself in the mirror and even though everyone thought of how perfect my face was, I could still see traces of my old self. Not all things change, but some do. Like the way I could feel pain somewhere inside me every time I looked into those big eyes, I could see myself staring back at them. My real self, the old one everyone hated.I went for a run because I needed one to come up with the next plan. The whole thing with Jude Madigan had slowed down what was supposed to happen next. On my way back from running, it was around evening around 7 pm and as I ran through the street of estate
Darcy“Be ready before I get back”“Why are we going out just to eat?” Since the previous incident, I was really sure that something was off. I needed to figure out what it was.“Public appearances, Tessa. We need to keep up with that and make it look real”, he explained in the most convincing voice I've ever heard. “Okay... so where is this place again?” “It's a fancy restaurant I went to a few weeks ago, you'll like it”, he smirked slightly.I nodded.When it was time, I took out a navy blue dress I had never worn even though Rhys had already gotten me a dress, I wanted to feel comfortable in what I owned instead of the other way around.It had long sleeves and hugged my body perfectly, I then paired it with nude color heels, which were perfect for walking. I put some earrings in and left my hair down, it always suited my style. Then, I headed out of the door.Rhys stared at me when I walked towards him and I thought something was wrong. He nodded at me and opened the car door for m
RhysShe was a strange woman and I noticed how often she would avert her gaze and how careful she was being. It felt as though the woman in front of me had two personalities fighting to be the one who spoke first because every once in a while they would fight for dominance over each other.I still could not tell how she managed to convince me, maybe it was because I wanted to win Vincent so bad, I wanted to prove to him like one of those numerous times that he was no match for me.I watched the blush spread against her cheeks and how she struggled to hide it with her hair. She looked beautiful, like a porcelain doll, delicate and pale but there was something about her that gave her an unsettling aura. I wondered why she seemed so familiar to me. When she finally looked up, there was a sudden urge to tug the hair that covered each side of her face behind her cheeks and I felt disgusted at myself when my hands clenched into tight fists and the desire to do just that burned inside of me.
Darcy As I hurried into the restroom, my grip on my phone was even tighter as my heart raced.Truly I was not delusional, someone was stalking me and it had to be whoever was wearing that hoodie.The unknown number had texted me a picture of where I was seated at the restaurant that day, but not a name. A text followed, “I see you”.The message freaked me out, for who knew when they would show up? If they were here at this place right now, I didn’t have much time left in front of me, I didn't know what would happen next.As I made it to the restroom, I splashed water against my face, taking deep breaths to steady my nerves before running my hands through my hair. I was grateful that I had not worn any makeup.Somewhere from the corner, I heard a sound that sounded like a slight clutter, and I froze as a chill traveled down my spine. I looked around trying to trace the noise’s origin. As I turned my head toward another direction, however, I heard the same faint noise again, so I slowly
RhysThere was no sign of any form figure wearing a hoodie on the CCTV footage, not even a single glimpse. It was like whoever the person was, he hadn't been there in the first place. Which is pretty much impossible with what I had just witnessed.“What incompetence is this?”I muttered under my breath as the video continued to run. “We are sorry sir” the manager replied, sounding more like he wanted to be doing something else than apologizing to me for whatever it was. “Sorry? Your incompetence got my wife harassed. What if I had not stepped in when I did? How would that have looked? If you are truly sorry, show it!” I yelled at him. “This has got to stop!”I said, shaking my head in annoyance as the video ended. “Find me a CCTV footage that has that figure in or you'll know why you shouldn't mess with a Madigan!” At the mention of my surname, the manager froze. “And one that's clear and has good coverage of the entire event. Otherwise, consider your position gone” I told him before
DarcyHe was lying, he didn't hear me say anything! Nothing.Where did he get that from? It made me so angry that he had said those words, even if the truth, my truth was still with me, I still thought he had a little clue of what was going on.We didn't speak to each other after that day and I tried not to make him aware that I was always near him whenever we saw each other. If he was in his room we now shared, I’d be in the living room.As it was, all of our interactions were limited to small conversations or the occasional greeting when we met outside.I was tired of being in the living room and I just needed the comfort of a bed. I thought he was in his study room so I barged into the room without thinking or knocking.And there he was, skin glistening wet, a towel was wrapped around his waist but a little bit lower than what you should usually see. I don't know why. His back was turned to me and I should have gone back, but I stared at him like a hormonal teenage girl.When he tu
DarcyIf you thought Rhys Madigan was an intimidating man then you had to meet his grandfather, Jude Madigan.I felt bare sitting in front of the men and his blue eyes that were similar to those of his grandson.He had asked to speak with me alone after we arrived at his place so Rhys left me. It made me wonder if I had done something wrong or maybe he just needed a minute to collect himself. Either way it wouldn’t take long for him to get back.Jude Madigan sat across from me patiently as he took a sip from his cup of tea. He didn’t say anything even though I wasn’t expecting any response since we hadn’t spoken much to each other. I busied myself with looking around his home. Each design was specifically crafted to scream “Old money” everything reeked of wealth and class. Secretly I wondered how much money the old man had. It seemed like a lot snice Rhys and Vincent were bent on killing themselves for it.“You look tensed, sip your tea” The older man ordered. He looked different from
Darcy“Did you find anyone?” It was Vincent’s voice and I remained put.“Not yet”Cory replied.“Let’s leave before that nurse or someone else returns”, he said and she did as told without a word passing between them. I remained hidden for what seemed like forever. My feet itched to walk in the open and my hands itched to run over the surface of the door. However, I did not have the courage to do so. I would rather be safe than sorry. When I finally stepped out of my supposed sanctuary of safety and into the open air I nearly collapsed from exhaustion. I made it back to Rhys who looked at me strangely.“Where have you been? And why do you look like you have seen a ghost?” He asked, and there was an undertone of concern.I couldn't tell him, not now.“Whatever happened between you and the gorgeous blonde?” I blurted out trying to change the subject. What was I thinking? This wasn't the right time but Rhy’s eyebrows rose at that question and I felt a wave of relief rush over me. I ha
Darcy We stayed far away from them and they did the same. I and Rhys against Vincent and Cora.You could be wondering why but it was as if each party was greatly repulsed by the other. The only thing they both wanted was to get on with their lives. And even so there was an invisible barrier that separated us from each other. That barrier would eventually break one way or another. Vincent and Rhys were always on opposing sides of a battle. The woman whom I later found out as Mrs Stark came over to the hallway of the hospital and she looked tired.She had eye bags so dark that they matched her hair color. She didn’t look too good at all. There were dark circles under her eyes and you could see wrinkles forming around her mouth. But then, she didn’t seem like the kind of person who would show signs of weariness. She was very elegant despite having such a tired face.She smiled kindly at Rhys and I, and she also did the same to Cory and Vincent.“Any update on who could have done that
Vincent I saw Darcy, she looked more beautiful than I could remember. Her golden skins shone under the moonlight like they were made of crystal. Her golden blonde curls framed her face. A smile was on her soft pink lips as she stood there waiting for whoever.I couldn't believe my eyes, it felt surreal that she had just been there all this while I searched for her everywhere, looking for her everywhere but nowhere in particular. She was just standing there when she had been there for years before, a few months after I lost hope to ever find her. It was almost like déjà vu again, but this time it wasn't so bad. “Darcy?” I called out, I needed to be sure that it was really her, “Darcy?!” This time it came out louder as if it would somehow give me permission to run and hold her in my arms forever.She turned around and smiled at me. I ran to her, I couldn't stop myself now even if I tried, my body just seemed to move on its own. As we embraced, I noticed how warm she felt against me. I
Vincent“Kill him,” I said into my phone.That bastard had refused to tell us where the will was , or who the next heir was. We didn’t have a clue whether there was any will at all. At least that was what my men said.I didn't see any need for him to be alive , either. It wasn’t like we were going to miss him in the end anyway, right? He was a foolish man. He could have easily decided to take the money I offered him instead of holding on to his integrity , but no. He just had to go and get himself killed. What kind of idiot does that? “Take care of it now,” I told my lead man “we don’t have time for this shit.” And I hung up before moving to Cory’s room.When Cory opened the door and saw me holding flowers, she gave me a skeptical look that was almost as good as one of the many ones I had given her in the past and given myself on my way over here. Almost.“Why are you standing outside my door and why do you have the bouquet of daisies with you?” Cory asked suspiciously. After I messed
Rhys“Rhys, Rhys please listen to me. I just want to talk to you”“Damn it! What are you doing here? This has to stop. This place is not for you, you are not welcome here” I told her trying to understand how she managed to sneak into this place. It was becoming a repetition of the same thing and I didn't find it funny.“I knew I would find you here…” she started but as soon as she saw my expression she knew she had made a mistake, “No, I didn't mean that, not like that...this was our... and Rhys...”“Stop! Just stop” I pleaded not wanting to hear her words, knowing there was no changing her mind. She needed to leave now or else I wouldn't hesitate to take her out of here. Not again. Never again. I would never be part of some crazy plan she decided to make me, never again. She was always up to some sort of bullshit. “Just go. Go back to wherever you came from and leave me alone” my voice was filled with hatred, anger and a little sadness mixed in it.There was an awkward silence betwe
DarcyRhys and I finally left after I gave him a blowjob. I wouldn't lie, I had grown addicted and it was scaring me. I know I needed to stop yet I didn't know how to. I was lost in my desires. Caught between passion and reality.“Are you okay?” I cringed at how my voice sounded, it was laced with concern and I didn't know if I meant it or not. As I stood in that park with Rhys, it was like looking at an open book that was not open. He had so much going on. He held a sort of rawness that made me want to hold him and never let him go.Right now, I could see that something was off with him. It was obvious in his energy and I didn't know what to make about it. It felt like the first time he had locked himself up over again only that this time he was standing in front of me. It had to be grief. I knew it to do things that it is not supposed to do to you. To rob you of your sanity and your sleep. To remind you that you've failed.“Yeah, why?” I couldn't help but notice that his voice see
Rhys I went back to her room that evening and it took a miracle for me to keep my eyes from roaming around the flimsy excuse of a nightgown she had on.“Uhm, do you want to go out?” I cleared my throat, trying to not let any of my thoughts slip out too much and make her think I lacked self-control.“Go where?” she asked, staring off at nothing in particular, absentmindedly.“The... Anywhere” She looked like some kind of enchantress and I lacked words to describe her. I felt something deep within myself stir at the thought of just how beautiful she was. Even her skin seemed softer than most people in the world; her lips were full and slightly puffy, and her nose scrunched up when she spoke.She stood up and moved close to me, her smell filled my nose and I wanted nothing than to rip that dress off right then and there and fuck her until she cried out my name. Her smile was so radiant, even though I knew she was hiding something behind it, I couldn't help but return the one I gave he
RhysI hated the hospital, it was a reminder of what I had lost, a reminder of what this place had taken from me . I hated the white walls that made up so many rooms, and the smell of bleach that would hang in the air, and I hated the sadness the atmosphere instilled in everyone who stayed there. It was like a funeral or memorial for all those who died in it, it was cold and empty and lonely. It was an institution designed to give people hope. Hope for things they could never truly achieve. Hopefulness. Optimism. A belief that things might get better and most times it never really did but I still found comfort in its false optimism. The fake optimism. Because at least in the fake hope, no one ever gave you up. As I parked in the parking lot of the hospital, I made my way inside, calling Mrs Stark.Immediately she saw, she broke into tears and held her in my arms as she clutched onto me weeping into my shoulder.After a while, she pulled away, clearing her throat as she wiped
Rhys After I left the graveyard, I went back to work. It was the last place I wanted to be. Work was the last place I wanted to be but something had happened and my attention was needed.While at the office, I was so deep in thought that I didn't notice her walk in. “Something is bothering you, would you like to talk about it now?” Her annoying voice echoed through my office and I rolled over in my chair so she wouldn't see me glaring at my computer screen. Who let her in?“Hey, it's your turn now anyway!” She said while poking my arm with her pen, making me glare harder even though it was pointless since she couldn't see me. “You're being weird. Aren't you happy to see me? Is something wrong?”“What do you want?” I snapped and turned off the monitor just to avoid her prying.She sighed dramatically. “Fine. If you don't tell me what's going on…then suit yourself”“You may leave now,” I told her yet I didn't hear the sounds of her walking away or anything. She must still be there,