ALEXANDERBreakfast was getting cold.I had been waiting for Darlene to come down and join me, just after I had asked Elyna to beckon her, but it seemed to me like she was taking her very precious time.So, I sat there and waited every passing minute, watching the steam of our coffee slowly dissipate and disappear, until it was no more. Coffee was cold; I hated cold coffee.However, cold coffee was one of the very things that I had started getting very used to, in this house. My appetite to eat was zero, and most breakfast mornings, I would sit there on the table and wander into thought for what seemed like just three minutes, only to realize that an hour and a half had passed and the food was now cold.Another thing I had learned to get used to was the quietness of this house. On a norm, the house was actually always quiet. The maids and workers were always about their own business and none of them spoke to me unless I beckoned them. If they spoke amongst themselves, there was not a
DARLENE"You need anything, Maim?"I had been sitting down there in the waiting room the entire time before the Interview. I had nowhere else to go. I was still contemplating between going to join Alexander to meet his family and distancing myself from all of them until it was time for the Interview.It wasn't that I was being petty enough to not speak to his family. I knew I could be petty when I wanted to, but right now, that was the least bit of my intentions. By right, I shouldn't have been faulted for it anyway. They all dragged me into this nightmare marriage I was living in, and if I wanted to be mad at them, I wouldn't be faulted. But that wasn't it. Not even close particularly.The truth was that no matter how angry at them I was, I still couldn't disrespect them. I couldn't do anything that would put my own family on the line. As a matter of fact, it would have been best if Alexander's family could not pick out that we had problems.That was one of the reasons why I decided
We had already started screwing this up and the fact that the entire Mckenzie family, from Mr Mckenzie to his wife and to that strawberry blonde haired Frederick were all here, made it even all the more unsettling for me.I glanced at Alexander and wondered what was wrong with him. He was the one who begged to act normal and not make anyone know that anything was wrong and yet he was the one dodging my hand and walking ahead of me like I didn't exist."Good afternoon, Mr and Mrs Mckenzie, and Welcome to the Weekend Show! I'm your host, Shay Ning, and it is a pleasure having you both here today!" The Interviewer started to speak, and up came my fake smiles and wide eyes of feigned excitement.Fortunately, Alexander could cooperate by quipping a bit of a smile too."How are you feeling today, Mr Mckenzie?" She asked Alexander."Good," He answered promptly. "I'm well. What about you?""Nice of you to care to ask, I'm great AND excited to have you here with your lovely wife! She is even p
The moment that the Interview ended and it was indication that I was free to get the hell out of here, I couldn't have been more relieved.I had accepted that Darlene was not going to talk to me, or at least pretend like we were on good terms with me in public. I felt it coming, I knew that she would no be able to contain herself. The little I had found out about Darlene, she was not a very discreet person when it came to hiding her feelings. I liked that about her easily, but now it made me worried, thinking she would slip up where or when she was not supposed to.Just like how she did during the Interview.Again, I knew her to be a very smart woman so I was grateful when she proved that fact by covering up the mess that she started. I only wondered how far that went t conceal the truth, if people bought it, I'd my father would buy it. And in case of the future — if I could live this one out — how easy would it be to keep covering up our slip ups in public?I was very skeptical about
DARLENEAfter the Interview, me and Alexander had part ways.To be honest, I was not much interested in keeping this act any longer especially after an exhausting hour of fake smiling and holds and shit, so the moment it was declared to be over, I got up, took my purse with me and started to go out of the studio.His family was at the other end of the room, and hopefully, they would not see us. My guess was that they had stepped out already. And for the members of the studio: the host, Shay, and the crew, I was little to nil interested in continuing to act in front of them. Whatever they deduced from my relationship with Alexander, that was their business.As I walked off, the first thing I did was to open the Internet. Lately, I had been doing that a whole lot. Because I had found that even if I did not have an active account that people knew me by, I had some dump account which I didn't know the password of, saved in my phone, and with that, I had been getting all the details of how
ALEXANDERMy father stood at the other end of the Hallway, staring down at me and Frederick with eyes that held no atom of emotion.Zero emotion. Usually the man was difficult to read, but with careful looks, I could pick out a flash or hunt of emotion in those dark eyes. But now, none of that could even be seen.Frederick, who I thought had already gone by now, adjusted his stance behind me. It was no surprise to me how much our dad's strong aura and fierceness was enough to make a person want to 'buckle up'. It was only natural. If I was not so used to being in this kind of uncomfortable situation with him, I would have been shaking too.However, for a long time now, it has been hard for me to feel fear. Not of death, not of my father either, who was scarier than death."Son," He called me."Yes, Father." I answered.He spoke no more as he fell into steps, his hands stuffed in the darkness of his pockets as he made his way towards me.Quietly, I stood there and waits for him to reac
ALEXANDERHis eyes blazed with fire and brimstone they set on me as though he were about to shoot lazers from them.Whatever boldness I still had to stay on my feet, it shook me. I stood there and took it all in, the venom, the darkness, the anger that blazed in his eyes as he looked at me, after my little confession."What?" He spoke, his voice was cold and deep. Chilly. It sent chills crawling down my spine, but I somehow still stood my ground and looked him dead in the eyes, unmoved. This man could have whipped out a gun and shot me dead. But for some reason, I was barely fazed. Barely. I would say barely because I still did feel the impact of his glare."We could take about this at home," My mother had to step in, her voice in resistance as she stepped in between me and my father. "Alexander, go."I didn't.She came in between me and my dad, her hands in between us as she closed the distance between us and further pulled us apart from each other in an attempt to salvage the situat
DARLENEThat Night, for some reason, was unexpectedly more awkward than the others.I couldn't seem to understand.Whether it was because a part of me was not ready to take to my usual behavior every night — picking up my things to look for a guest room to be in. And he, following suit after me, feeling guilty to sleep in the bedroom when I was not there, while I was sleeping like a 'visitor' in his home, then further proceeding to go find somewhere else, anywhere else, to sleep in. As far as it was not on the Master's Bedroom bed.But tonight, I wasn't sure if I wanted to sleep in a different room. I hated that I couldn't explain why to myself.What I even hated more was the fact that, because of my little confusion, all it got me was me and Alexander stuck in one room.And the man did not even look perturbed.Not even in the slightest.It seemed like to him, having to sleep in this room with me was not in any way affecting him. It surprised me how he couldn't even pretend to be take