The noise of the city rushed to embrace them like a mother who had missed her children, and Sophie smiled as the noise filtered through her ears. Everything seemed to move faster here—the people, the cars, her emotions, her eyes—as she tried to follow the winding buildings as their cars sped by. They were to meet Jake in a restaurant, and Rhys had called beforehand to confirm the reservation. But she did not think of him. She thought of how much she missed this place, her small shop, her home, and everything here. The freedom she felt here, the simplicity of life she had begun to enjoy, the memories she had made—everything suddenly made her feel like this was where she belonged. Home. Everything was totally different from her aunt’s small village. This place was bigger. Not everyone knew everyone. No one had their noses in other people’s businesses, and it was a place where everyone was for himself. She realized why she had stayed there. It was the freedom that it allowed her—t
“Here you go.” The waiter said this as he set the food on the table. “Please, enjoy it.” He left immediately, and Sophie dove into her food. She had not realized how hungry she was until the aroma of the food wafted through her nose. They all settled into their food, and soon the only noise she heard was that of cutlery as they scraped plates. Sophie imagined that Jake was a man who knew how to appreciate good food, just like Rhys and her. It was one of the reasons why she liked Rhys. A man who knew how to appreciate good food would also know how to appreciate a good woman. It was what she believed. “So,” Rhys began. He picked up a serviette from the table and wiped his mouth. “You wanted us to meet concerning our shops?” Jake pressed a serviette to his mouth and nodded. “Yes. I would have faxed this to you, but I thought it was better if we talked in person. As you know, I have purchased the other shops around you, and all that is left is your shop, which is in the middle.”
Veronica stepped out of the car onto the cobblestone pavement and gasped at the sight she saw. The mansion looked as if time had stopped here. It seemed to be frozen in time while the rest of the world moved. Everything was still the same, from the large field in front of the house, which spanned a large expanse of land, to the bricks that made up the walls of the mansion. She was sure that if she looked closely, she would see that even the light bulbs were still the same. Tears welled up on her eyes, and she quickly wiped them off. “You have quite a beautiful mansion right there, ma’am.” The driver who dropped her off said: "This is your home, right?” Veronica nodded and sniffed. “It is. My kid sister has been the one managing the place all this while; I did not even” “Ahh... You’ve not been around since. Well, I must tell you, this mansion is one of the few historical structures still standing. The rest have either been turned down to be redeveloped into something more moder
“You could have called,” Eliana commented. “I’m sure that as you traveled the world, you learned of something called technology. We have landlines now.” Veronica scoffed. “It is more fun writing letters. This phone has made you all forget who we are at heart. Well, my letter did deliver the message, did it not?” “Tea or coffee?” Eliana asked, setting herself behind the kitchen counter. Veronica balanced herself on the kitchen stool and smiled. It was one of the few pieces of furniture in the room that looked to be from a newer time. Everything was exactly the way she left it; even the kitchen still had hints of their mother’s scent in it. Curry, cinnamon, and soured grapes. It tickled her nose. “Tea. You know me, sister. That is an aspect of me that would remain constant.” She replied. “The house still looks as it did when we were kids. I notice slight changes and upgrades, but you have really tried to maintain Pa’s style.” Eliana’s shaking hands had been reaching for the leav
Their lawyer thought it was a terrific plan. It's too good to be true. He spent about an hour purring through the contract and then another hour going over it all over again, then he said, “Let me get back to you on this.” And Rhys knew they were up to something. No one made deals like that in this city—no sane businessman at least—and Rhys was still deciding if Jake was sane or not. Well, at least, he and Sophie had been having a good time these past few days while waiting for their lawyer. Sophie seemed to have forgotten all about her uncle and her aunt, or she just probably locked that part of her life away somewhere to be unlocked only when they got back. It suited Rhys just as much; he was trying to forget too, and all their outings were doing that. He was happy, Sophie was happy, and that was that. If they knew what waited for them at home—for Sophie in particular—then they would have been a tad bit more anxious to return. But they had no idea, and maybe it was for the best
Speaking of,” he said, suddenly remembering something. “Your aunt called yesterday.” Sophie’s eyes widened. “She called? Not sent letters?” she held her chin in mock thoughtfulness. “I wonder why,” she signed. “Shocking.” “Beats me,” Rhys shrugged. “Like twice. Maybe she just wanted to check up on you.” “Sophie grunted. “My aunt cannot be that nice. Did she leave a voicemail?” Rhys shook his head, recalling that he had had the same thought, and checked the voicemail machine, but the only message on there was from Jake reminding them of the meeting they had with him that evening. “I’m not sure whether she even knows how that stuff works.” He responded a while later. Sophie had gone to brush her long hair and Rhys thought she looked like Rapunzel from the cartoon, only Rapunzel’s hair had been longer. Sophie looked at him from over her shoulder. “In her defense,” she signed with one hand while holding the comb in the other. “Writing letters is more practical.” “You say that.” He
Eliana was tired. It had not been more than three days since her sister arrived, and she already wanted her gone. The whole town knew now that she was in town, and Adrian was even more agitated as the day went by. Not that she cared much for that one. But he was always getting excited. Every new day that passed that Veronica would visit his room was not exactly helping her case. Especially since every day he got excited, he was getting mild heart attacks. Actually, it did not matter to Eliana if he died; she just wanted him to suffer for a long time before death finally came for him. The villagers, too, were not helping. Many of them were showing up at her doorstep looking for juicy gossip to take back to town. They all wanted to know why Veronica was back so suddenly, where she had been, and if her move here was temporary or permanent. Eliana did not like this, especially because when the news spread in town, it was a different version from what she gave them here at the house. An
The lawyer was happy to meet them. After days of going through the proposal and contract that Jake had shared with them, he finally had something to tell them. Rhys noted that Sophie was still quiet, and he still regretted asking her that question. For the next few hours they had to spend in the city. He would make sure she forgot all about her mother. “Well, I must say, this proposal is superb.” Mr. Bradley, who had been their lawyer for the past three years, commented. Rhys nodded. If Bradley said it was good, then it was good. “I have gone over every line and even between the lines, and I assure you that I missed nothing,” he continued. “No business person in his right mind who was looking to make profits would draw up a proposal such as this one.” Rhys frowned. “What do you mean?” “It is very good. I cannot say you should do it because, in the end, they might come up with a way to snack on you, but I also cannot tell you not to do it because it is too good to resist, and, in
Sophie sat in the bridal suite. The full-length mirror reflected an image she barely recognised—an elegant, poised woman clad in a stunning lace wedding gown that hugged her curves and flared out into a beautiful train. The dress, meticulously crafted, seemed to shimmer with each breath she took, and the delicate veil added an ethereal quality to her appearance. Her hands trembled slightly as she adjusted her veil, but a reassuring smile from Vivienne steadied her nerves.Vivienne placed a comforting hand on Sophie’s shoulder, her eyes brimming with pride. “You look absolutely radiant. Today is your day, and you deserve every moment of happiness.”Sophie turned to face her, tears threatening to spill. “I can’t believe this is actually happening. Sometimes, it feels like a dream.”Eliana could not hide the pride she felt or the joy; her eyes were misty with emotion. “You’ve come such a long way, sweetheart. Your strength and resilience have brought you here, and we couldn’t be prouder
Rhys and Sophie stepped out of the building, a sense of accomplishment in the air. Sophie had faced her past head-on, and Rhys couldn’t help but feel proud of her. “You see, it wasn’t that hard, and you handled it quite well,” he said, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.Sophie glanced back at the building, her heart still racing. “Hey Rhys, would you mind waiting a minute? I need to see my mom before she leaves.”Rhys nodded, his eyes softening. “Of course. Take your time.”Sophie spotted Veronica walking out and hurried towards her, with Rhys following at a slower pace. The sight of her mother, the woman she had yearned to meet since she was a little girl, brought a flood of emotions. Veronica turned at the sound of Sophie’s voice, surprise and hope mingling in her eyes. “Sophie...” she exclaimed softly. For years, it had always been “Mrs. Veronica.” The simple word “mom” now seemed to hold a world of promise.Sophie took a deep breath. “I just wanted to say that I don’t hate you.
Five years later “Come on, Sophie, we’re going to be late.” Rhys called.“Be out there in a minute.” Sophie answered from inside.“Yeah, that’s what you always say." Rhys muttered under his breath; a light shuffle behind him caught his attention.“Sophie,” but he couldn’t get himself to finish the sentence; he wasn’t sure what he wanted to say or what the right words to use should be. You look beautiful, or you look stunning. No, those were not the right words to use.“Rhys, are you alright?” Sophie asked with concern written all over her face.“Yeah, sure, I’m fine,” Rhys stammered. “I just got something in my eyes.”“Let’s get going already; we are going to be late.” Sophie said that and moved away.Rhys sighed and followed her. Adrian died five years ago, and they had moved on. She moved on so smoothly that he wondered if maybe it wasn’t too fast. Still, he did not want to talk to her about it for fear that he was going to upset the balance that she had already found inside her.
“Adrian is dead.” Those three words sent a chill down Sophie’s spine, but they were not what made her pause or caused foreign emotions to creep up her chest, clawing at her heart. It was the look of freedom in her aunt’s eyes. The music in her voice as she announced the death of her husband. The bounce in her step as she approached them, arms wide, and a smile on her teary face. It was the fact that Eliana was happy about this and did not hide it that surprised Sophie. Her aunt’s body collided with hers, and Sophie sank into her embrace. The tears fell from her eyes, but just like her aunt, they were not tears of sorrow or mourning but tears of joy and celebration. For the first time in years, they both felt free, and they wanted the whole world to know. “I am sorry.” Eliana said it over and over again, pulling Sophie deeper into herself. If she could jump and touch the sky, she would. She felt as though she was on top of the world, as though a weight had been lifted off her sh
The meadow was still there when they arrived. Eerily quiet—the only thing that could be heard was the chirping of crickets and the lullabies of the birds. Every other thing stayed still; even the leaves seemed to join in the gloominess that had fallen over Sophie and Rhys. Gently, he set her on the stone beside the water and lowered himself beside her, his hand clasping her small ones. She was far away from here; he could see that. Her mind was elsewhere, perhaps relieving the traumas of the past. She bit her lips every now and then, and a throaty gasp emerged from her pursed mouth. Although her eyes were misty, she did not shed a single tear. He could not tell how long they sat there in the forest, him watching the water while she tried to make sense of her life. But after some time, he began to hear the song again. It was the same bird song that he had heard that night. It filled the night, enveloping all of his senses and shrouding him in a world where only he and her existed.
They had reached a point of no return. The truth had been bared for all to see, and the worst had been found out. Sophie thought of the photo of her mother, which she had always carried around, and the part that was torn off. The father, whom she had always wanted to meet, turned out to be the same man who molested her. She was ashamed, embarrassed, and repulsed by everything. There were no words to describe the things she felt—the thoughts that clouded her head, numbing her entire body and rooting her to the spot. Veronica herself could not believe what she heard. The fact that the first words she heard her daughter speak had to be something so atrocious, so vile. Words like that had no place in the world; they were to be sent to the deepest parts of hell, where every other bad thing was sent. Her eyes turned to her sister, Eliana. Judging her, questioning her—she would face Adrian later, maybe kill him—for now, she needed to understand if her sister did not see the monster they
“I struggled under his grip, all to no avail. When I realised he had already overpowered me, I pleaded with him with all the remaining strength in me, but he was far too consumed. All my pleas fell on deaf ears, and he defiled me brutally, traumatising me ever since.” There was a moment of unsure emotions in that instant. The wall clock chimed the hours of three in the morning, but none of them felt sleepy; this was a time of resolution, a time to settle matters, and no one wanted to be left out of it; this was way beyond one person’s issue now. “He had his way with me, his eyes widening as he reached orgasm. Even after that, he was not done; he went in again and again, turning a deaf ear to my pleas. When he was satisfied, he stood up, adjusting his trousers, while Eliana walked in; the door had been unlocked. “She saw him and instantly ran to where I was crumpled, my body covered in a pool of my own blood. I was crying uncontrollably, regretting why I had come home for the break,
He took a deep breath, his breathing ragged like stones dragging on the jagged side of rocky mountains. He rolled his eyes in his socket, not focusing his gaze on anyone in particular before speaking out. “This isn’t enough punishment for my sins; I’m just hoping that hell wouldn’t be hotter if you just found a way in your heart to let it go.” Sophie and Rhys wondered if it was still the abuse she reported to Veronica that spurred this palpable tension in the air, or had he done something worse than he did to her? Sophie tried to take her mind off it, daring not to even think in that direction. Veronica faced Eliana and said, “Now that we are all here and the eyes are complete, I was regaling Sophie with stories of our childhood, and I was just arriving at the point where Adrian came in. Since you’re here and you’re always accusing me of feeding Sophie false stories, if I say something off-the-point, correct me here and now. And then,” she said, facing Adrian with mocked anger on he
“Despite the football guy being the handsome guy and the nerdy guy being a little below average kind of guy, Eliana was still jealous of our relationship. Her boyfriend was like a guy that was specially carved by God; his features were extraordinary, and his skill set was amazing; he was everything a woman ever wanted. “My guy, Drey, was just the perfect type for me. He was not too nerdy or too naughty; he was just standing somewhere in between, but when talking about looks, he wasn’t really the one, but where he lacks in looks, he makes up for it in brilliance. “Drey, my guy, and Fontaine, Eliana’s guy, were both friends from middle school; they lived in the same neighbourhood and were like impossible twins; but when Eliana’s jealousy started to manifest, she instigated Fontaine to pick fights against Drey. “Fontaine, being gullible, readily believed anything she spewed out of her mouth and acted on it, including picking a fight with his best friend. When I learned what happened,