"You..." Like a thunderbolt hitting an empty room, Grandpa’s voice boomed through the air, making people who were in the same room as him pay attention.He clutched his own shirt and seemed to be painfully holding onto it with both hands, causing his body to get twisted in a way that showed he was suffering.His fingers dug into its flimsy fabric as if he were tearing apart what belonged to him internally."Grandpa!" I called out, panic shooting through me like an electric shock. "Are you okay?"Eric and I rushed to his side, my heart pounding in my ears. We reached for him, but he batted our hands away with surprising force for a man his age."Don't touch me, you useless grandson!" he shouted, raising his walking stick and swatting at me like a fly.The sting of his words cut deeper than the blow of the cane. Normally, I'd have walked away. I'd have calmly excused myself, and let Grandpa's temper pass, but not this time.Not today. I needed him. I needed him to tell me something that
The house felt empty, hollow. The shrouded corners everywhere angrily kept still, making me suffocate. This was my refuge back in time, a place of pleasure and focus.Her absence made it feel like a prison to me. I was so accustomed to Varya being around; her powerful silence and her smell filled my nostrils like a drug. All that was left now was an unbearable sound of silence marking the moment she left once and for all.On our shared bed’s edge, I sat, looking down at that pillow supposedly belonging to Varya last night before she looked for bedbugs under the table behind this wall.There was also some scent other than hers mixed within these sheets but most importantly I could still sense even though it was fading slowly away every day passing by. It had been weeks since she disappeared. No notes, no calls.She hadn’t even said goodbye. At first, I thought it was because our contract had ended—that she had simply walked away as planned. After all, we had agreed on this from the beg
TIA’S POVBlood lingered in the air as I dried the blade using the wet dustcloth in my hand. I looked at the surface wound, which I had just made on Varya's arm. She grimaced, attempting to hold back her pain seemingly.But her face revealed all; it was pale and there were hints of colors like purple on it. Her eyes met mine contemptuously; however, fear was in there somewhere."You're not so special now, are you?"I muttered, leaning in close. The bitterness in my voice barely masked the jealousy bubbling beneath my skin."I don’t see what Theo saw in you. And Kylo? What could either of them possibly want with someone like you?"She stayed silent, her lips pressed into a thin line. That infuriated me even more. I wanted to see her break, to hear her scream, to understand what it was about this "peasant girl" that had both Theo and Kylo so captivated. What did she have that I didn’t?I straightened up and stared at her, my mind racing. Theo had been obsessed with Varya for years. Befo
VARYA’S POVDespite the sweat that adhered to my forehead, the cold bit into my skin. Every shallow breath I took caused the red, painful marks of the ropes on my wrists and ankles to pierce deeply into my body.With just one lightbulb dangling haphazardly from the ceiling to produce strange shadows on the unfinished concrete walls, the room was damp and dark. It seemed that time blurred into nothingness; an indistinct interval could not be told apart from another one.Ignoring the pain that radiated from a new cut on my arm which Tia had made out of her latest round of jealousy was something I tried hard to do.I do not understand her hatred, so fierce and violent it burns within her. Her hate consumes her and it threatens to consume me too.My mind drifted off to Kylo; his memories manifested in flashes within my consciousness just like glimmers in darkness. At certain moments when he thought I was oblivious he would look at me differently.Rarely would he smile but even then it cou
Kylo’s povSitting by my desk, I held tightly the glass of whiskey that stared blankly at me. The room was silent – it was a strange thing – and the solitude gnawed at me, no matter how hard I tried to overlook it.I had attempted to go back to doing what I knew best; pretending Varya’s sudden disappearance did not tear me apart inside but it was worthless. Without her, the house felt more barren, and each moment dragged her absence deeper into my heart's performance.But this wasn’t just about missing her. Something didn’t sit right with me—Varya wouldn’t have just disappeared. Not without saying goodbye to me, or at the very least, to my grandfather.He adored her like his own daughter, and she respected him deeply. She would have seen him one last time.I sat back in my chair and wiped my face with my palm. I started to think about the first time Varya had told me about her ex-fiance, Theo.I didn’t pay much attention to him at the time, figuring he was just a part of her past, not
THEO’S POVI was pacing around like crazy. The small room seemed to be getting smaller and smaller as all corners were filled with shadows coming at me from different angles.The beating of my heart could be heard from miles away whereas inside me guilt was twisting my guts into a mass of jangling wires beyond which no one could ever find their way back again. What on earth did I do? I can’t face myself anymore because of shame.There was even some nicotine left on my lips from an earlier cigarette meant more for calming than anything else, yet it did nothing at all. Nothing could help now.Varya.She was here. Locked away beneath my roof like some kind of prisoner. No, she was a prisoner. A prisoner because of me. Because of my weakness, my inability to let her go. What the hell had I been thinking? That bringing her here would magically make things better?That she’d somehow remember what we once had and fall into my arms like nothing had ever happened?I stopped pacing, staring at
VARYA’S POVThe darkness consumed me, it was stifling. I lost track of the day and night altogether as time turned into a torture of pain and fright. The torment had left my body aching from Tia’s brutalities.I felt like my skin had been sliced with knives and I was on the verge of going crazy because of her continuous insults and threats. Both physically and emotionally, I was hurt beyond recognition.Nonetheless, amid all this madness, I held onto that little glimmer of hope hanging by a thread.I had to survive. I needed to escape.Kylo’s face is the last thing on my mind, yet it's the first thing I see each time close my eyes. Deep down I knew he was both my lifeline and tormentor in this journey that had pushed me to the edge of lunacy once before even having attempted to break out from within.Our affair was underpinned by lies but during such moments when life seems unbearable; somehow I find myself going back to those days we spent together.His fingers grazed over mine as if
KYLO’S POVThe workplace felt eerily silent, deranged without its customary noises of background bothers. Once bustling with a lot of people and energy, my surroundings were now lifelessly tranquil.For several minutes I focused on my computer’s screen but absentmindedly flicking through those untested files piled up high on my table.There was nothing important anymore—the whole world no longer interested me—everything appeared so pointless before her very eyes even though she would have lived forever in dreams only if she never got tired.Varya.Her name would not go from my thoughts; it was like an eerie refrain that would not go away. I had mentally gone over every scenario and possibility of what might have happened to her, but nothing made sense. She had vanished without a trace, leaving an emptiness in her wake that swallowed everything.I hadn’t wanted to believe it at first, the idea that she could leave like that. In spite of all we had gone through together and all of the m
On getting there people moved faster than usual; nurses ushered me into one room after another helping me put on a hospital gown a long way.Kylo stood still near where people were turned upside down due to the speed of what was happening around them offering some comfort unlike any other distraction I might find outside pain was too much but still stuck onto this thought that everything would soon pay off.Soon, we would meet our baby.Hours passed in a haze of contractions and medical jargon, the world narrowing down to just me, Kylo, and the baby.The pain was intense, like nothing I had ever experienced before, but I refused to give in to fear. This was what I had been preparing for, what we had been waiting for.The baby was coming, and I was going to bring them into the world.Kylo never left my side, his voice a constant source of encouragement, his hand a lifeline as I struggled through each contraction.He wiped my forehead with a cool cloth and whispered words of love and re
This confidence he had in us, in our capacity to manage a new phase boosted my morale erasing my fear places.I remember it very vividly, we were watching a movie one afternoon while lying on the couch in the living room and suddenly I felt a vigorous kick. I choked on my words, putting the palm of my hand on my swollen belly.“What happened?” Kylo asked, sitting up at once.“Everything is okay,” I replied cheerfully. "The baby just kicked really hard. Here, feel."I guided his hand to the spot, and we both waited. A moment later, another kick came, this time even stronger.Kylo's eyes widened in amazement. "Wow... they're strong.""I know," I laughed. "I think we're going to have a little soccer player on our hands."He grinned, leaning down to press a kiss to my belly. "I can't wait to meet you, little one. But take it easy on your mom, okay?"I watched him, my heart swelling with love. Seeing Kylo so involved, and so excited about becoming a father, made everything feel even more s
It was rather reassuring to be back home after the whirlwind which is our honeymoon, yet at the same time it was also rather daunting.The Island was once a beautiful place where all I cared for was our presence, Kylo and I had no other distractions.But it was time for us to step back and face our day-to-day lives, my pregnancy, and everything that came with it.By then I was several months pregnant and some of the symptoms were clearly visible to the naked eye. My tummy protruded out significantly and with that some effect of carrying a child.While the honeymoon had provided respite from pregnancy, the moment we were home, pregnancy was as real as reality could get.When about the house I felt both at ease with being home though nervous about the changes happening to me and around me.It pleased me that Kylo stayed close at my side; his fingers lightly brushing over my lower back.He got more caring and thoughtful than ever; I could easily see how much he cared for me and how much
I trusted him with everything that I had: heart, future, and life. Two days later we were in a private jet, by the influence I guess Kylo had, I had no idea where we were going. Kylo was not on specifics up to that time, but I did not give it much thought. There is nothing like suspense or perhaps relying on the unknown on the person. With that, I reclined in the chair and then looked at the shrinking landscape outside the plane’s small window. Kylo leaned forward, picked up my hand in his, and I looked at him and smiled. “You’re really not going to give me any hints?” I said as calmly as I could, though my voice was visibly laden with curiosity. Kylo chuckled, shaking his head. “Nope. You’ll find out soon enough.” I pouted playfully, but I knew better than to press him. Kylo loved his surprises and I must say, I enjoyed them as well. There’s something good about not knowing what’s next, about just going with the flow and chilling. The flight went by in no time, with Ky
Those days after the wedding were as if I was on honeymoon, loved being in that state, and did not want to wake up. I might as well describe it like this; the tranquility that came over me was one I never felt before. It was as though a weight I had no idea was lifted off my back, allowing me to breathe freely once more. There was a warmth that filled my whole body in place of the constricted knots in my stomach. It is worth noting that in the beginning of the story our marriage can be described as a purely business-like arrangement, a very practical marriage of convenience. But instead with time, it had become something concrete, something lovely. The relationship that Kylo and I had was a product of the most unlikely circumstances and the complacency that I felt as I stared at the house we had constructed together could only be described as profound. It was morning, the sun was shining and the rays of sunlight started entering the room through the windows. I was now pl
Kylo went first, his voice steady as he began to speak.“So Varya,” he began glancing at my eyes all the time,“when we got married for the first time, it was a business deal between us; something that was advantageous to both of us but lacked emotional warmth typical of true marriage. I was unapproachable and even icy; I never gave you the love or respect that you deserved. But as time passed everything changed. I changed.”His grip on my hand tightened more and I could see how sincere he was from his facial expression which told me that he meant every word in every line on his face.“I fell in love with you Varya; it started off slowly before all these sudden feelings hit me. You taught me what it means to be there for someone else genuinely because one wants to change oneself for them.”“And I have caused you pain earlier but today I am making a promise as follows: To be the man whom you deserve; to love you wholly and to build a happy joyful life together based on faithfulness and
The morning of the wedding was as well fine with no clouds in the sky to disturb the blue of the day. Now I found myself back in front of the mirror in my childhood room strapped and ready for this like a kid on Christmas Eve.The dress I bought for my wedding was an off-white, beautiful lace and silk gown that fitted me to perfection. It was plain and elegant and made me feel like flowers were blooming on my dress and the garden we would be getting married in was nearby.My mother was frequently touching my face, fixing my veil in position enrollment arrangement She caught my eye in the mirror and smiled, her expression soft with love and pride.“You look stunning, Varya,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “Kylo is a lucky man.”“Thank you, Mom,” I replied, my voice trembling slightly. “I just… I want today to be perfect.”“It will be,” she assured me, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. “Today is about you and Kylo, about the love you share. That’s all that matters.
VARYA’S POVThe day after Kylo's proposal felt like waking up in a dream. When dawn parted the curtains and let in the golden rays, it was hard to imagine that only a few hours ago Kylo had proposed to me for real.My hand went to the ring I now wore on my finger and the diamond again shone brightly against the sun, creating rainbows around the room.The moments were somewhat dreamlike and yet whenever I touched the ring on my finger I did not need anyone to tell me that this was all real. Kylo loved me.I stood up from the bed and walked towards the window and I looked outside at the city that was an unspoken character in our story, the one filled with both sorrow and happiness. This led my mind to the wedding which was now even in front of us.They were not an extension of a prior commitment, or repetition of a promise; it was the start of something fresh, of reality. And so the preparations could only be special as well.I could feel the buzz once I made my way downstairs in the ho
He had planned this event to be an entertainment for families, as well as business counterparts. The atmosphere in the room was filled with laughter, echoes of glasses touching, and music.This was ideally the environment that I wanted when I had planned the entire thing, but the feeling that swelled in my chest was almost tangible.I thought I was standing by one of the tall windows of the building looking down on the city below. The twinkling bulbs were of a high intensity and I observed it was dark like the sky at night and this made me take my eyes off it for a while.Yet, there I was thinking about Varya most of the time. It was her that made me develop nerves today and became the reason for this nervous energy in the night.She stood across the room dressed in burgundy dress which enhanced the curves of her body.She was gorgeous and although I was quite far I could notice the look of despair she was masking so well.It was a sadness that I realized that I had provoked and this