Darcy“What are you doing?” Rhys didn't seem impressed at all. His face held its usual blank stare. He looked at me as if I was done something wrong.I smiled sheepishly “Making breakfast for you” ever since my encounter with Jude Madigan, it was as if I saw Rhys a little bit clearly.I understood the demons he was struggling with in more ways than one. His whole life seemed to revolve around his relationship with his mother. She had sacrificed so much and all the while maybe, just maybe he blamed himself for her death.“I have someone who does that, are you trying to kill me?” He sounded slightly amused at my attempts. But when the words left his mouth I felt like he wasn't joking.“Oh, no.” It came out of my lips before I could even think of what to say next. “I… I just…I… thought maybe I should do something nice for you” I tried to explain myself but the words died on my tongue. My palms were sweating.The silence stretched between us. My cheeks flushed under his gaze. “Why?” The
DarcyI had forgotten about the metallic tin man decor that stood behind me.I froze in place knowing how much trouble I could have been in. As soon as I heard footsteps getting closer to where I was suddenly the baby started crying and whoever that was retreated.I couldn't move even though my body screamed at me telling me to run away. I waited and as they tried to pacify the child, I snuck away as quietly as I could manage without drawing attention to myself. Once I was outside, my body shook, and my heart was racing faster than ever before. The only thing I could do was lean against a tree trying to catch my breath. After what seemed like forever I calmed down enough so that I could breathe normally again.When I got back home, I didn't feel at ease, I felt like something was going to happen and I did not want to be alone when it eventually happened. I saw that as an opportunity to do a little grocery shopping even though we were not out of groceries, a little shopping wouldn't h
RhysIt was supposed to be her anniversary yet I couldn't bring myself to say it out loud. Most times I pretended like it never happened, that she was still somewhere full of life. I also kept to myself the thoughts that she didn't kill herself. My mother would never have killed herself but I didn't get answers, not after so many years. I didn't know what I was thinking when I asked Tessa to walk with me but strolling through the streets of New York was more therapeutic than I could remember. It was Thursday And I was supposed to be resting from the stress of work and most especially, thinking of ways to get the financial records.I was restless.I couldn't close my eyes without being taken back to that horrific evening, I didn't need any fucking reminder, I had been there when I was elven and I didn't want to be there anymore but it seemed my demons could not understand me because they were ready to drag me into their abyss the moment I closed my eyes. They pounced on me without me
Darcy “Why are we here?” I asked Rhys.I didn't want to go out anymore. The thought of someone sitting in the corner and watching me didn't sit well with me and the last experience.“You ask this every time, like I'd always say, public appearance” He sighed “And because you're a terrible liar and I'm just being nice”“I don't think I like the idea of being here, the last time we were out…” I couldn't bring myself to complete the words as fear rang through my body like an electric fence, I shook like one would who is afraid of the lightning striking down upon them. His breathe as he harassed me after he had me pinned still played in my head . I could taste him on my lips, that's where the memory stayed. Rhys seemed to have noticed my struggle because he placed his hand on my curled up arms. “That's not going to happen. I wouldn't let that happen to you anymore” he looked into my eyes trying to give assurance. It seemed to be working for me, although I was still wary of him. “We will
Darcy“What are you doing?” My heart was beating frantically against my chest. He had closed up the space between us in less than a second. The sound of his heavy breathing filled the room and I could feel his body warmth radiating through my clothes. It should be creepy but it wasn't. It was comforting somehow, almost like he really did care. His hand held my chin still as he stared at me with an intense look that I couldn't quite decipher. “Do you know what happens if you don't stop moving for too long?” His voice was low and rough. I shivered involuntarily despite the heat radiating off him. There was something compelling about the way he made my body react to him. His warm hands on my face seemed to make them react too.My mouth moved before I realized what I was saying. “No.” My response sounded more breathy than I'd intended. I cleared my throat and tried again. “No. What are you going to do?”it was a challenge, my face said it all.He smiled slowly , taking one hand away from
DarcyThe silly dream I had barely gave me enough time to think. The light seemed almost too blinding as it shone through the window blinds and the sun’s rays were reflected on my face. My head felt it had been run over with a sledge hammer while my body screamed in pain every time I moved. What a hangover.What happened? I couldn't remember what happened and it was as if the more I tried to remember, the more the migraine tore me apart.“I want to kiss you” I heard my voice playing in my own head, but this time it wasn't distorted by soundwaves. It was soft and quiet like I spoke in my sleep. But where did that come from?My hand shot up to my mouth. “No, no, no no, what have you done Darcy” I wailed in my head as I remembered those words. I was the one who spoke to them, it was all me.Why did I let myself drink so much? What do I say? What do I do?As if coming right on cue, the door slammed open and Rhys stopped there, shirtless.I gulped hard as I tried to keep my eyes away from
Rhys“I want to see my mom!” I yelled for the hundredth time into my father’s face which was red from rage, anger, or both as he dragged me through the halls of his office building. I tried to wriggle free of his grip and failed miserably. I kicked him hard in the shin as well but he barely flinched. Instead, he held me still and gave me a resounding slap across the face. I stumbled back and hit a shelf containing stacks of papers before falling on my butt. My cheek hurt horribly. It felt like it had been doused with firecrackers but also ice cold all at once.His eyes narrowed as he stared at me, “Do you have any idea what kind of trouble you’ve caused me when your low life of a mother brought you here?” He asked with an ugly smirk. I glared at him and spat blood out onto his shoe, “You know she didn't mean to do anything wrong.” I growled, my voice shaking with fear. My father shook his head like it wasn’t worth repeating.“You should have been more grateful for everything I have
Rhys“What?”She didn’t answer, instead she kept staring at me as if she was trying to dissect me with her eyes, and I just stared back like a dead man in an old movie – not a particularly attractive look on me. I felt kind of naked, though that was probably because of all the clothes I’m wearing right now. Not exactly comfortable, but not really too uncomfortable either. But I didn’t want her looking at me like this any more than she already was. “You…” She trailed off as if deciding to say what she wanted to say or not. “Nothing”’s what I guess she eventually settled on saying, which was better than nothing, but she didn’t sound satisfied with it. It didn’t quite satisfy me either, but that would have to do for now.“Okay,” I said. The word fell out of my mouth before I had even thought about what I was going to say.I stood up from the bed “Where are you going?” Her voice followed me and I turned back to her, surprised that she'd question something so mundane as where to go.“I'm
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,