*Andrea*“What are you doing here?” I asked.“I should be asking you that. This is my father's house, so what are you doing here?” I stood rooted to the ground. Why was Lucas suddenly here? “Well, I…” he brushed past me and walked inside. I followed behind him. “So, mind explaining to me why you are here?” He asked, crossing one hand over the other. Only yesterday had I rejected him again. Who thought we were going to be meeting here like this? Especially now that I wanted to speak to Alejandro. Sigh.“Cat caught your tongue?” Lucas yelled, and I flinched. “Are you stalking me now, or have you come over to look for me? Don't tell me you regret what you did yesterday.” I wanted to scream no and tell him I would never regret that, and if given the chance, I'd do it over and over again. But I held my tongue in my mouth.“Come on, say something. What the fuck are you doing here?” He asked again; this time, he sounded more angry than the first time.“Well, I…” I racked my brain, tryin
*Andrea*Alison held me close to herself as I cried. “He said it's over. He said he doesn't want to see me again.” I cried. Smearing her shirt with my tears. I still don't know how I got there.I remember being thrown out of the house by two guards. Nora had smiled at me and told me never to come close to her family ever again. She had won. It's not the fact that she said those mean things to me that got to me.In fact, I could barely care about her. What made my heart shatter into a million pieces was the fact that Alejandro didn't forgive me. He didn't want to listen to me.“Alison, what should I do?” I pulled away from her hold. She still has her hands around me, though, refusing to let me go for a second.”Give him some time. He can't be angry at you forever.” She said.I wanted to believe her, I wanted to think that this was a phrase in my life and my relationship with Alejandro.But I knew it was not. Alejandro is a man of his word. He doesn't say things he doesn't mean. So
*Alejandro*I sat in my bed; on one hand was a bottle of vodka. I drank directly from the bottle. My room was a mess. Bottles of different alcoholic beverages are laid on each corner of the room. How did this happen? How come I am having to go through this pain again? I have forgotten it for a long time: the heartache, the betrayal, the pain of losing your favorite person.Tears rolled down my eyes. When I had broken up with Clara, I felt nothing like I feel now. Not much pain or heartache, in fact, I felt relieved. So why can't it be the same with Anna? Even my divorce didn't shake me so much. I still carried out my job then, but now, leaving my room was a nightmare.I have been inside this room for over a week.Drinking. I placed the empty bottle on the floor close to my leg. I couldn't believe she was no longer in my life. Of all the people who could manipulate me, Anna was the last person. I wanted to call her and tell her that it wasn't all over. I wanted to forgive her, b
*Andrea*I refused to believe what I had just heard. No, Alejandro can't be moving on from me already. What about our child?“You should tell him about the baby. Trust me, he wouldn't leave you alone if he knew about the baby.” Alison advised. Last night, I thought hard and long before I made my decision. So here I was, in a cab, looking desolate. I stared out of the open window.My eyes were glued outside. I knew the driver stole glances at me. He must have a lot of questions, like how a young girl could look like this. I managed to comb my hair, but I knew that was not enough. As the car sped across the street, I kept clenching and unclenching my hands. Would it have been better to send him a message or call him? But then, I've tried and have been unable to reach him. Or maybe I should have written a message to him and sent one to his office. Different thoughts crossed my mind. I didn't even realize that we were in front of his house until the driver said, “We're here.” I paid
*Andrea* LA was no different from Florida, if you ask me. Well, aside from the fact that I am jobless. It has been three months, and I have not been able to get a job. This has made me question my decision to come here greatly Maybe I should not have come. My hands reached for my stomach, holding the little belly bump which was slowly becoming visible. It wasn't that I wasn't being invited to job interviews or anything, I have never been able to secure a job. There were always excuses; it was either I was not qualified, or they thought I could not handle the job since I was pregnant. I sighed for the hundredth time as I allowed my eyes to wander outside the windshield of the cab I was in. The driver sent me a weird look from the rear mirror. I inhaled sharply as we got close to my destination. I had an interview today. The cab soon pulled over in front of Nexus Company. I stood in front of the tall building, trying to capture every inch of it with just my eyes, but that seemed i
*Andrea*“Dave,” I called, surprised. It has been so long since I last saw him. He was equally surprised to see me. Although we may not have been friends, we had spent a reasonable amount of time together.“Anna?” Dave called my name. He looked the same, his blonde hair falling on his face. “What are you doing here?” His eyes seized me, up lingering on my stomach. He raised a brow, and I tried to smile. “I'm sorry you have to see this, sir. I was just telling her to leave, so we can say she is just about to leave,” the lady said.She was still hell-bent on sending me away. “But I did well; you didn't have any issues with me until you noticed I was pregnant,” I said in my defense.Dave's eyes moved from me to the lady as we spoke in turns. “You sent her away?” He asked. “Yes, sir. She is pregnant, and we can't hire a pregnant woman for the job. She passed the first interview, but there's no saying she will even pass the second.” The lady said.“So you mean she is compatible for th
*Andrea* It was my first day at work, and I had woken up late. My morning started with a scream that woke Alison, who was lying on the couch opposite mine. We had slept in the sitting room. There were remnants of what we had eaten last night. “What's wrong?” Alison asked, her eyes still heavy, her hand brushing the hair out of her face. I leaped up, “fuck, I'm late.” I said and rushed to my room, ignoring the headache I felt banging my head. I brushed and bathed immediately. Alison was still in the sitting room by the time I rushed back. It was already 10 am and I was yet to get a cab. I rushed into a cab that had been stopped by a young girl, yelling sorry behind me. I tried to steady my breath to come up with an excuse, the perfect one but I couldn't. My heart beat widely within my chest. How did I end up in this mess? Lucy was not going to be pleased. The cab came to a stop and I stepped out after paying. The golden sun shone from above. I walked into the office. Peo
*Andrea*“What problem?” The man next to the projector said, his round-rimmed glasses resting on the bridge of his nose.“well that is…” I pointed to the design. “That is mine.” “What gibberish are you spitting out, Andrea?” Marian asked with clenched teeth. “Well, I…” The stares I was receiving were too much.“She must be mistaken. Let's proceed with the meeting. It must be really hard to work as a pregnant woman.” The meeting continued as it should. There was nothing I could do about it. After the meeting, Marian called me into her office. “What was that all about?” She asked.“That design was mine,” I said.“So?” She asked.“Why did you lie that it was yours?” I asked, anger coursing through my veins. I felt mad. “You want to take credit for the work?” “Of course. It's mine.” I said.“You should be grateful I chose yours. I made a few modifications to the design. You should have noticed it is not as plain as it was when you submitted it.” She said.That was the first time Maria