Celia
I am looking at everyone's parents capturing the events of their children's graduation. I am in the med school. If only mom and grandpa were alive,I wouldn't feel this disolate. Cayden had not come yet. He didn't say anything about coming on this day as he was not in contact for last five days. But I was expecting him. I looked out of the window tired of watching all the fathers being so proud of their daughters.
My eyes caught the sight of ridiculously beautiful van. It was Cayden's friend. He is here. They are here. I know that he won't miss a day like this. I ran to the car laughing loudly thinking of how I'm gonna torture those poor souls for being this late. Only Marcus came out of the van. I bend my head to see behind him. Cayden wasn't there. My hopes had not faded so is my smile.
For some reason,Marcus was sad,his eyes are glossy. As if he read what's in my
Celia "He is not just capable of detaining you,Mrs. King. He can lop off your license. You will never be able to practice medicine. I advise you to sit tight at your home until he comes back. I will not inform Mr. King, your attempt to escape. If you do that again I'm afraid I should…." I stopped him by raising my palm, "One - I am not Mrs. King. I will never be Mrs. King. You can call me Celia,not even Miss. Davis. Two - if your master doesn't come home by this evening or if he doesn't allow me to go out by this very evening,I am afraid, I'll tear every paper this house has, I'll smash everything it contains." I stomped back to my room slamming the doors. In the last twenty hours,only I know how many plans I had in my mind to get out. I even acted like I had a heart attack. Turns out I am not a good actress. I got caught. Then I tricked them, I was caught again. I disguised
Celia's POV He is lying on his stomach with his arms up above his head on either side. He went into a deep sleep the instant he fell on the bed. He neither moved nor woke up in between. It is 10 in the morning and he hasn't gotten up yet. He took my sleep away by scaring me and then startling me with that envelope. I was in a daze the entire night contemplating everything he has been doing. And there he is sleeping soundly. Nothing bothered him while he was asleep. He still has his shoes on. His skin's tanned. Because,I turned into a Mother Theresa, I laid a pillow below his head. He still looked beautiful, peaceful and vulnerable that I couldn't take off my eyes from him. Funny right! Last night I was frightened to death because of this man and now I'm appreciating his countenance. He needed to shave badly. Because the growth of beard is hiding the boy behind the face of man. After sometime of me watching
Celia's POV Ever felt like you board a train unconsciously and travelled with strangers? You are crossing rivers, running into tunnels, forests, but you don't know where you are going until you find a spot and felt, "Oh, That's my destination. I have to depart now. " That's what my life has become now. It is like I am travelling without a destination and at some point,I spot the place where I live in. I've been going to hospital and then exploring unknown places. Sometimes,I even forgot the way to reach "home" that I am seeking Google's help. My credit card was much used at gas filling stations than at any other places. When I reach home,I don't find him. I am living by myself like a bat in a haunted house. He would go out before I even wake up and comes back after I was asleep. Sometimes,I would hear his footsteps outside my room. Deep down, I want him to or at least I expect him
Celia's POV Alexander has not returned. He has not even called which clearly meant that he is never gonna come to my aid. Motivating myself, something that I always do, I have started to run the errands at the hospital. But the sudden disperse of Alexander like that yesterday felt like twisting a knife in my gut. The pain,hurt, embarrassment stays forever. "Dr. Celia?" "Hmm?" "Dr. Wilson has summoned you." My juniors around looked at each other faces as if they just heard something awful and looked at me as if they some saw something meretricious. Rumours really pass quickly, but truth doesn't. And the funny fact is no one wants to know about it either. They believe in what ever they are fed with. Do they even have a self? I touched the pocket of my lab coat to make sure that I had my knife in there. Something terrible is g
Celia's POV I saw him regretting what he did to me. The pain he holds is apparent in his face. For a second, I want to console him, when I was the one who is beyond shattered. I couldn't help him in anyway. He looked devastated. But the fact that his own actions brought this consequences cannot be changed. I let him hurt, feel the pain and let him stay broken. There is a painful silence, perhaps it is all that we needed right now. He let out a breath, all his burdening agony came out in the form of a gas. "I was an outcast too." He finally spoke. I highly doubt that. I had imagined him like a guy from all the high school novels with a rich gang containing all the handsome and cocky friends,like a bullies whom the whole school is frightened of. This is another shock he gave me today. He noticed my reaction for his words and said, "It's true. Did you hear about my mother?" I nodded remem
Celia's POV I bent my legs and curled towards my torso. My head is rested in my palm. A sudden clap of thunder made me awake. Alexander is still staring at me when I opened my eyes. His gaze is intense like it is always. He smiled earnestly that came out as a so much warmth beaming to me. I smiled back and he reached to me and coaxed me in his arms. I snuggled more into his chest inhaling his scent. This is heaven. For a second,I forget everything he did to me. Clutching his shirt tightly,I rubbed my nose against his bare chest. " You like it?" He asked wrapping his arms around me tightly. He strokes my hair softly with his hand. "I loved it. I love staying here." My lips widened,eyes beamed and pulse is at normal pace and everything seemed easy and simple. " You really believed that all of this is true. Didn't you?" I raised my head and looked at his face in oblivion at his vague comment. He smiled again, but this time,there is no warmth and he appea
Celia's POV Aghast is such a little word to describe what I feel. There are a lot of things to take in. It has not been twenty four hours since I made myself clear about my life and what I wanted and how it would be. In a second, everything has become upside down. The life I know about has another story and the man I thought I know was not the real one. He said he is protecting me while I thought he was ruining my life. And I came to know that he almost died twice. I don't know which news is twisting the knife in my gut. I clearly observed Xavier's face when Alexander mentioned about the 'almost death' incident twelve years back. It is a clear mixture of pain,hurt,guilt and regret. He stood without words. "And I saved you, Xander. I don't think I can make it up to you with a single sorry. But since that incident,I suffered everyday." " You drowned me in the water and then you gave me your hand to help me. That's not called saving, Xavier. Could your
Celia's POV I am all ears while I am listening everything Xavier is saying about Xander. He doesn't have to do this at all. A man like him won't take this much time to talk to his brother's acquaintance or whatever I am, I still have no idea. But, this only shows his love for Alexander. He cared for him. When he talked about all the stupid and naughty things his brother did in his childhood, his eyes beamed with so much excitement as if he reminisced everything. Every time, he says something, he always added "I wish I had played with him or I wish I had listened to him and so many other I wish I had stuff. " What is the use of regretting now without actually living the moment. From this story, it hit me again that time can't be reversed even if you wish you did. " Why did you hate him so much when he loved you that much? " I questioned after hearing about a long drama of exuberant drama king - Alexander King. He let a deep breath out. " You d
Celia’s POV THREE YEARS LATER “I still remember the thirty minutes speech Lillian gave that day.” Sasha and I are watching the wedding album. It’s Cayden who took that out and showing it to his little brother, Ron. Sasha and Xavier married six months after our marriage. They have a kid now. He is one and half year old. Zed and Lilly has a boy. He is two. We all meet every summer. And this summer, we are busy for Ryan and Meg’s wedding. Alex is with all the three kids, he raised his hand. “Then she said, do you have any idea how many bodies this hand pierced and counted each vein—” “They are kids, Alex. They can’t understand that.” Sasha shouted. Of course, he would not listen. He is continuing the story of how I threatened Jonathan. “I think I did a mistake making him god father for my children. He is completely spoiling them.” Xavier hissed. No matter what, the children refuse to stay away from him. Because, he gives them chocolates, won’t let them touch the book
Celia’s POV It has been ten days since that proposal I did in the street of Gilbert town. I did only the proposal. Alexander has planned this grand destination wedding. We daily talk about it. Every time we talk about it, we will have an argument and we decide we don’t want any marriage at all. We end up shouting and then moaning on bed. At the night, we talk again. I never thought about what kind of wedding I will have. When they ask about dream wedding, I simply shrug. Even Alexander has no idea about it. We are two creatures who thought it would be impossible for us to get married in these lives and end up in marriage somehow. After a week, he fell silent. He hasn’t discussed about the wedding plans. Something is going on in their office. Even Xavier seemed distracted and busy. And one day, my bell rang and I opened the door just to find the two men in my family in blood. They are not bleeding like they are stabbed. There are wounds like someone punched them hardly. I qui
Alexander’s POV I thought they need some privacy, to put out their emotions for their best friend and brother. So, I left them for themselves for five minutes. Five minutes are all they are getting. He is intentionally trying to make me jealous. Fine, with me. I am not punching this man because I have a huge respect for his mom and his best friend. Still, I can’t help but glancing at the room once in a while or should I say, ten or twenty times in a minute. Bertha, (she insisted me to call her by name instead of Mrs. Bennett) came with a tray of cookies. Oh, god. Not again. I did a fake cry without her noticing me and took one cookie. If I don’t, she would take the trouble to put that directly into my mouth. I have eaten a lot since I came here, that my jaws are hurting from all the chewing they did. I am so tall, has a well built body and look like the man in his late twenties. But, she is treating me, in fact, she is treating all of us like seven year old kids.&nbs
Celia’s POV I was so habituated to seeing him in Black and greys and that too, they are sophisticatedly tailored shirts and suits. Now, watching him wear shorts, kaki or white T- shirts with half sleeves, loose shirts and printed trousers making me stare at him more often. They are making him look like a teenager. He knows that I have been staring at him. I didn’t try to shift my gaze when he caught me doing that. Its my right. I am confined to fit and flare crepe dresses. I can’t wear more. The climate is warm just like my life. “So, what are we going to do next?” There is a genuine interest in his voice with an added excitement. He looks careless, less worried and totally overjoyed about everything we have been doing. While we are walking, he attended few calls and that’s it. “Hakuna Matata.” He says. If that two words has a human form, it is Alexander King. I took the chance to go to a shop by excusing myself for washr
Celia's POV I apologized Meg for what Alex did. Ryan is so sure that she is going to be one of his constants. I am on the road where I am no more cutting the threads with the people who cared for me. I wanted to keep them all in my life like a family. Yes. I am making a family of friends. Alex would never apologize for what he did. At least, I should do that instead. "It's fine. I can understand." She said after a lot of explaining our situations. "He really seemed to like you and I am happy for you both as long as your husband doesn't misunderstand anything and keeps his hands to himself." I wanna say, 'I highly doubt that.' But, I nodded my head in approval. She smiled and I know. It's not that friendly but she doesn't resent me either. We walked back to the house in silence. The only noise we heard after in the house is that of plates and other utensils either slipped or thrown, glasses smashing to some kind of solid things- either floor or
Alexander’s POV I know this feeling of drawing someone’s picture when you miss them the most. We drew the curves as if we are touching them. We shade the corner of lips as if they are smiling for us and especially, we live in the moment of our past as if it is playing before us. We draw to stay close, to feel home, to feel safe, to feel their warmth and finally to feel them. I did it once after the death of that woman, after pushing Celia successfully because of my arrogant ass, nonsense judgment and baseless assumptions. I drew how she laughed after running away from the thugs. That was the first ever time I saw her laughing and giving a reaction like that. Back then or the other seconds before this instant, I never know that someone would miss me this much, that someone would love me this much and adore my laugh, cherish my little achievements, be proud of what I do and especially makes me feel that I am beautiful. Many said that before. But, feeling it without having to
“No.” He whispered after processing everything. That was a set up. Celia did that. For him, it meant only one thing. She trusted him enough. He is going to keep it. “I never saw you like that.” He told to the cute looking girl beside him. Not many people refer Amy as cute. But to him, she is still that little girl with backpack who followed him in silence. “It’s her. It's always have been her. I wasn’t good to her. I abused her. But, she didn’t think for a second to take my side when that woman who used to call herself my mother died. With her, I feel complete. I feel free and she doesn’t whine and complain. All she wants is me. That’s it. We both were so alike. I never felt so alive than I did with her. Because of her, I find myself attaching to Xavier again and we are good now. Even if it isn’t for her, I can’t really date you Amy. I could never be your man. That feels so wrong and Celia always feels so right no matter whatever it is.” “I know that I fucked up. But, what I felt for
Celia’s POV I sat on the edge of my bed. Xavier and Sasha are looking at me like I am some Dinosaur walking naked in the middle of streets. I wrap my hands around my body hugging myself from the chilling weather. “Where is he?” I asked them. Xavier shook his head, “I am trying to reach him. He is not lifting my phone.” His slim apple phone slid smoothly in his hand while he played with it. I sighed as my shoulders fell slowly. “Come on. Since he was sixteen, he doesn’t like people taking care of his things. He might be angry. He will show himself sometime.” Sasha and I agreed with him. Xavier fell silent. ‘Cause the obvious truth is, since Alex was sixteen and all the years before, he has no one to take care of his things. By the time, Xavier entered, it is too late. Alex has started to become resistant to people until me. 
Celia’s POV It is like you came into a bright sun after spending hours amidst a dark room. The thing is, you still can’t see anything for a while. His kiss is like that. It makes me feel numb. The spots he is exploring are the only exception and my heart counts in too. He doesn’t touch it physically. I could feel it abused, loved, mended, broken and lived and is living since he came. After few minutes of daze, I am aware of the sound we are making and the surroundings we are in. I clutch his shirt near his waist in an attempt to push him, “Little one is here.” I whispered against his lips. “And awake.” His lips would not stop the assault. He sinks more in to my mouth. That’s exactly what I wanted. But, my mouth says otherwise. “You are being reckless.” He locked the door behind us. “You have three minutes to come. Cayden will b