5 months Later. Okay so over the last 5 months since I've moved to Spain I have found my footing with my work, I have been open and happy about what I want to do and the photos I love to take. I have my own new website that I post on and it's thriving but somewhere along the lines of what I wanted to do because a project for further down the line. I made a few friends, Kai who is happily gay and enjoys move time with the girls at work than the guys and Ruby who loves to go shopping on the days off. The biggest surprise of everything since starting my fellow ship would have to be the little girl growing in my belly. Yes that's correct, I am over 5 months pregnant with Max's baby and I have no idea how or when to tell him. Everything I have done since moving here has been for me and the work is amazing. I have my own apartment after Ruby moved in with Lucas, her boyfriend but Jillian kept my rent the same as I have been paying even though I have savings now. Granted I'm thankful th
Dear, to whoever see's this.My life is a shit show. I am 29, years old nearly 30, and I have never had a decent person besides my sister in my corner and to top it all of I have a condition which allows me to remember every shit thing that has ever happened in my life, if I'm going to put it in a nutshell. Starting with 19, nearly 20 years ago when my parents decided it was time to up and leave and not with me or my older sister. So here is my life, here is the one thing you'll probably get a giggle out off because I sure as hell I. I laugh at my own boring life. Did you know...I have never left Houston, Texas...Nope...never. So my friends...kick back, get your pop corn at the ready, maybe a coffee if you aren't human but need to survive somehow and wait for all the dramatics of the last 19 years followed by the present tense of my life.All my love...Maisie.19 Years ago"Okay, everybody. We have been assigned to our school for the pen pal assignment of the 5th-grade students. Come
"Be emily. It is very nice to meet you both. Please, come on in" they lady says as she opens the door further.I shyly took her hand, and she led us inside. The house was cosy and filled with laughter and the smell of freshly baked cake. I couldn't help but feel a little out of place in this happy atmosphere right now.'Maisie, this is Mrs. Thompson. She and her husband have kindly agreed to take care of you both for a little while,' Mariah explained while still holding my hand.I looked up at Mrs. Thompson, unsure of what to say. She just smiled and said, 'Welcome home, Maisie.' But I didn't want to be here. Instead of saying thank you or hello, I burst into tears and ran outside.Her words brought tears to my eyes because I shouldn't be here. and even though my parents left me here, Mrs. Thompson showed me a sense of warmth and comfort, which I didn't feel was deserving of me.As the day went by, I settled into my new home but kept my things in my suitcase and backpack just in case,
We had sent our letters back, waited for our replies but the wait was boring and I didn't care if she wrote back or not, yes it had gone by quite fast to say school usually drags and I can't wait to get home. My best friend Caden still lectured me about how mean my letter was. My mom always told me to be nice to girls, well to everyone really but what if this Maisie girl was just playing as a girl and in actual fact, she wasn't? When I wrote the letter, Caden was watching me the whole time, and I couldn't help the smile on my face as I wrote it. His words echoed through my head and a part of me wanted to be nice and respond the way I should have done but I didn't. "Your letter was so mean, bro. You're going to make her cry." Even after school had finished I couldn't help but hear the nagging part of my brain telling me I had done a rubbish thing to her. Was Caden right? Will she cry? I hate seeing my mom cry and I'm only 10.Heading to school the next morning, I knew it wouldn't be lo
As I walked into the school, I could feel the excitement bubbling inside me. I greeted my friends with a high-five. We all sat down together in the school courtyard, enjoying the warm sun and the cool breeze of an early Wednesday morning. We talked about our plans for the weekend, agreed to hang out on our bikes, and laughed at silly jokes. It was moments like these that made me realise how lucky I was to have such amazing friends, no matter how many mean words Maisie would probably say to me. Who insults someone by telling them to stub their toe? That's so powerful, I even had to curl my toes just to feel better.As we were walking to our classroom, I noticed a new girl sitting alone on a bench. She looked sad and out of place. Without thinking, I excused myself from my friends and went to sit next to her. I introduced myself, and she told me her name was Margot. We talked for a while, and I could tell that she was feeling better. I invited her to join my friends and me, and she happ
It was a typical day at school, and I was sitting in the courtyard with my friends, Taylor and Lily. We were all ten years old almost 11 and excited to be going into the summer holidays together before we started sixth-Grade. As we chatted and laughed, I couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in my stomach. You see, I was waiting for a letter from Max, and I hoped that he was playing a little nicer now that I gave him a taste of how mean he was to me.Maybe now he will understand that some people just don't like being rude too. Everything works out in the end my mum use to say. I don't think I can get use to the past tense thing of 'Used to' and if I do...when will it be? Next week? Month? Year?I try to focus on the things that are happening at the here and now like my friends for example.Taylor and I had been friends since kindergarten, but this year, I started to see her in a different light. She was no longer just my goofy, fun-loving friend. She had become a loving perso
After receiving Maisie's letter yesterday, I finally opened it today, and I could see that she had been crying. God, even I felt like a total idiot for not asking her about her life. That second letter she wrote back was basically when she was placed in the care system; she calls it being dropped off at a local foster home, but she was basically in care with her sister.I wrote my letter out, probably knowing that I wouldn't hear from her again, but I had to apologise for my lack of knowledge. Even if it meant nothing or did nothing, I had to try. So I did. I wrote a nice letter and even offered her to be a writing friend. That was it though I didn't want her thinking she was apart of my circle...Yet.Dear Maisie,I didn't mean what I said to you, and I didn't mean to make you cry. I saw the tears on your paper, and I felt bad. I guess I'm just trying to apologise. I have a way with words. You have been my pen pal for a long time now, and I am glad I have you as a friend too, hopefull
Women... or girls as my mom calls them, why are they so bloody hard to understand?Dear Maisie,It's my birthday next month, so please try to be nice to me. I guess I need to ask you if you are doing OK today. You must look like the guy in the zombie movie who's been bitten but is trying to keep it quiet but failing terribly.And it's good that your teacher lied to you; you might want to report it and see if anyone notices your complaint because that's not on.I guess I should tell you now that it's okay to have the charisma of a wet sock; it suits you perfectly.Max - I am not even doing a PS today because you insulted my last one, which was pathetic.I have always been a bit of a troublemaker, but I never thought I would end up in a love-hate friendship with a girl named Maisie. I mean, what kind of name is that anyway? The love-hate friendship is my way of saying that I love to hate her, and I love to read her insults more.If I'm going to be going down memory lane, it all started
5 months Later. Okay so over the last 5 months since I've moved to Spain I have found my footing with my work, I have been open and happy about what I want to do and the photos I love to take. I have my own new website that I post on and it's thriving but somewhere along the lines of what I wanted to do because a project for further down the line. I made a few friends, Kai who is happily gay and enjoys move time with the girls at work than the guys and Ruby who loves to go shopping on the days off. The biggest surprise of everything since starting my fellow ship would have to be the little girl growing in my belly. Yes that's correct, I am over 5 months pregnant with Max's baby and I have no idea how or when to tell him. Everything I have done since moving here has been for me and the work is amazing. I have my own apartment after Ruby moved in with Lucas, her boyfriend but Jillian kept my rent the same as I have been paying even though I have savings now. Granted I'm thankful th
I read the letter that was posted this morning. I read it over and over again wondering what it all meant.I wanted to believe that I was doing the right thing and that everything I had ever worked for wouldn't be left to rot. My mom was always badgering us boys to be gentlemen and to treat women right and I must have spent a long while on the phone to my mom who cursed at me so much that I thought for a moment my dad might come down and beat some sense into me.What I did was wrong and what I want to do is fix everything that I have done wrong starting with Maisie.I try her Cell but it doesn't go through so I try her sisters phone."Mr Kenner" Emily says into the phone. It's 4 pm and she should be at her office space but right now I don't even care."Emily. Please tell me you know where Maisie is?""I'm sorry, I don't. I did get a letter from her though but I haven't opened it" she says into the phone. After everything me and Maisie have been through, all the good and bad and everyt
Dear Maisie,My name is Jillian Sanchez and I am the lead co-ordinator at Flashes and smiles fellow ship in Barcelona,We have read and re read your application, we have continuously checked out your portfolio gathered in Huston Texas and we are extremely delighted to offer you this fellow shit which will become of your beginnings and your future.Flashes and Smiles have the ability to start you out in the world with only a simple answer to our question. Will you accept this fellow ship immediately?If yes please give me a ring on the number provided and we will get you set up with our team and when you shall be moving. All living arrangements included in the contract which is your own apartment facing Barcelonas beach.Kind regardsJillian Sanchez.I read the email and I re read that email because I feel as though my eyes are deceiving me but I know they actually aren't. When I read the email I'm not thinking about what could have happened between me and Max. I'm not thinking about t
My whole body hurt so much, I didn't even know it was possible for my body to hurt this much. I want to say that I will get rescued but each time I reject Professor Shane he gets nasty. I first felt his teeth marks on me not long after we got into his place but the. Again when I refused to take my shirt off so he tore it and tie wrapped my hands together behind my back. I've been punched and slapped in the face, a gash across my lip and what feels like my eyebrow that's been slashed too. I really need to get out of Texas. I've got enough money saved up to move away even if I don't get this job in Spain it would be worth just getting the hell away from everyone here. I hear the door open and I can feel my entire body shake with dread. What will he do next. I can't see anything because of how dark it is but I can hear shoes passing by quickly. "Maisie baby" "Max? Get me out of here. Max get me out" "I am baby, stay still I don't want to catch you with the knife" He clips the t
I read her text message...over and over again. I leave the gala in a hurry to go and make this all better with Maisie, her phone kept ringing when I looked at her message. I felt like the biggest fool going. Why couldn't I have just told her the truth about why I had to take Sarah. Now she's found out and I deserve the cold shoulder but it doesn't mean I'm going to give her the opportunity to avoid me when all I want to do is get on my knees and beg for her to understand and to forgive me. I ring her phone again and it answers after the second ring. "Maisie! Thank god, baby listen-" "It's Ivy." "What are you doing with Maisie's phone?" I ask a little worried that she now doesn't want to see me and I'm going to have to knock all of her walls down again. "I...I just got home and her phone was on the floor. The door wide open and her bedrooms light is on as well" The tension in my chest tightens so hard I fear the absolute worst already! "Where would she have gone? She's
Since me and Max slept together the other day he's barely texted back or spoke.Saturday evening rolled round a lot quicker than I would have liked and I don't usually mind weekends because then I can get out and do my thing. Get photos of nature and the surrounding areas which I could use as a side effect for my portfolio.I have been spending a lot of time In the office these days and if I do go out then I go with someone who I trust most to be with alone.I decide to text Max and make sure he's all sorted for this Gala.Maisie: Hey! Not spoke for a bit, you ready for tonight?I sit by the phone and wait. Waiting for him to reply but I know that he's probably busy.I finish writing up some of the reports I was writing for some of my work that I want to do over seas when there's a ding from my phone signalling a text and a motivation from a tabloid.Max: Hey princess, all good here. Very bored on my own. Wish I could be with you though. How's your evening going?I go to reply when th
It's been 3 weeks since me and Maisie had slept together, yes we have done it a few times before but she has either been working early or finishing late and has been doing a lot of her photography indoors or with someone, which helps me, because if she is working with someone then I know she's safe and granted It isn't exactly something I enjoy either...another male spending time with her but beggars can't be chooses, if I got that correct. She changed her number that day she left my office and has said that she hasn't received anything else but I don't know...she just doesn't seem like her usual self at the moment.'Dumbass...would you if someone was trying to torment you?'Don't you just love that inner voice that always corrects your bullshit and makes you look stupid? No...me either. Work has been flowing nicely this last week, busy but not too busy and sales have been getting better as well."Sir we have a problem" Sasha's voice comes through to my speaker in my office, I hate it
I really am good...The tension is disipating from my body and alls I can feel is him, he watches me carefully, examines my facial feautures, runs his fingers over my skin and it doesn't make my skin crawl the way I expected it to do, I have never felt so alive and so safe at the same time. "Yes. I'm good" - Inch by inch I can feel the him push inside me, I can't help or stop clenching myself from the mild pain. "Just relax baby. I'll go as slow as I can I promise but it will hurt for a little moment and then It will be good okay"After 10 minutes of going slow, we pick up a good rhythm and before I know what's happening my voice is croaked from all the moaning I'm doing, his name falling from my lips a fair amount of times but the rhythm we have is amazing!"Oh shit...Max...shit""That's it sweetheart. Let it all go"I can feel it, I feel the difference in my body, the shuddering feeling that my hips are doing and the motion of him slamming into me with good force, the way his finger
I stepped out of the shower, feeling refreshed, even though it has been relatively warm through-out the day, the night breeze was something else as my nipples stiffened with the chill that was winter coming our way and me being a dumbass and leaving the window open to let the steam out. The warm water had washed away all my worries and stress from today and even though it has being lingering in the back of my mind, nibbling at my conscious state to figure out who it could be, I couldn't do anything until I have had some sleep hopefully. Knowing I was going to be with Max tonight had me feeling calm and content. I wrapped a fluffy towel around my body and walked into the bedroom, my hair still damp and clinging to my skin.I rummaged through my suitcase, looking for something comfortable to wear, something that will hie this bloody nip on that I have mainly. I finally settled on a pair of sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt, no bra but a hoodie over the top and black lace panties becau