When Laura was done doing my mom's make up, she left to go put her dress on. I took this time to tell everything that had happened with Eric. All the deeds, that I didn't feel proud about doing. She couldn't stop laughing because she said she couldn't imagine me sneaking around, when we were kids I sucked at it. Whenever we would steal cookies that were being baked by Mrs. Johnston for church events, I always made us get caught by either making noise or just being clumsy and banging my head on the counter. I told her I had mastered the skill as of now and she only hysterically laughed. "It's sexy, I suppose?" She said putting the finishing touches, I had my eyes closed so I couldn't exactly see her reaction. "What's sexy?" I mustered clearly confused. "Eric being able to speak Spanish, next time he fucks you... scream yes, papi chulo fuck me hard." Laura mimicked and I had never felt so embarrassed. "Papi chulo really? Pimp daddy?" I questioned."Yep, pimp daddy because he is very
4am. That's the time, Eric and I left the beach. I couldn't wait to hit my comfortable bed honestly. I was tired and worn out and my dress was wet. Eric had mischievously held me bridal Style only to have us both landing in the cold sea water. I told him, I was mad and wouldn't be forgiving him anytime soon but I'm about twenty minutes our lips were sealed together and our bodies entwined in every imaginable way. It was pure bliss, every moment with Eric was always blissful. When we got home, I saw both of my parents cars already parked. They were clearly home, I was twenty-five anyways and this is my life. Eric's I don't care attitude was rubbing on me. We quietly walked up the stairs careful not to make any noise. Now fluttering my eyes, everything was still a blur and I could hear my mom knocking. I panicked, thinking Eric was here but looking around he wasn't and I was dressed in his white dress shirt, reaching my knees. I had a blanket covering me with warmth. He had clearly
It's really hard to want to hate someone but at the same time worry so much about them immensely. Eric never came home, I had waited and waited for him in the guest room, well supposedly his room. I called him multiple times, none stop until he eventually decided he would switch of his phone. Eric was selfish, it wasn't the first time I had to come to realize this. He was just illiberal, mean, narrow-minded, self-seeking. There was just so much I could say about him and the list would be endless. The thought of him aggravated me and the thought of me still caring about his well being thereafter, aggravated me even more. I don't know what time I slept but I must have dozed off in the midst of waiting for Eric to come back. A tiny wave of fear, made itself known. I tried hard not to think about it but what if Eric had left and wasn't coming back. He didn't have much anyways, he could simply just up and leave if he wanted to. The only thing or clothing that I know he remotely cared more
I took the ride with my dad to the hospital, i was trying to avoid Eric. Remembering what he had said and the way things had turned out. I had to be content and accept that he was never mine to begin with and he would never be mine. He was Debby's it showed in the way he talked about her, the way his frown immediately turned into a smile. He simply adored her and she was one lucky girl. For a moment... I wished I was her.But as long as he was happy."You and Eric seem to have ironed it all out?" My dad said, I had been in deep thought that I didn't realize he had already parked at the hospital. "Yes, we did. Thanks dad, I think I understand him more now." I gave him a brief smile. "You don't seem happy?" He questioned his eyebrows furrowed. Ofcourse I wasn't, Eric was inlove with someone else and he had made it clear now I couldn't exactly smile at that, now would I? "I am happy, I just hate needles that's all." I muttered."You're a nurse darling, how can you hate needles." He ch
My day was too good.Weird because I had only known Nicholas for just a day or just hours but I felt like I had known him forever. I didn't want to jump into conclusions and compare him to Eric or Robbie because fact is he had not made any advances or asked me out. He was just genuinely a nice fun person, I admired heat of imagination and mental excitement. When I said I was avoiding Eric... I really meant it. After I was done with my shift at five pm, I went to Laura and Sam's apartment. Sam was mad and grumpy because apparently I ruined another... session. I wasn't sorry about it, Sam was an ass and one way or another this was put back for all the times he snatched my bestfriend and made her not show any interest to hang out with me or call me because she was booed up. I mentally rolled my eyes at the thought, being friends with someone who is in relationship not just any relationship but a serious relationship is annoying. Sometimes I felt like hitting Sam with my shoes whenever h
It was around six pm when we finished with the dress fitting. Personally I didn't like the bridesmaid dresses. It's as if Addie wanted us to look super horrid that way the whole spotlight would be on her. Don't get me wrong, it was after all her wedding but I didn't like my dress. I felt very uncomfortable because unlike Elishama, Laura and Mal... it shaped every meander of my body. As the years had went by, I always avoided wearing tight clothing or dresses because it grabbed attention that I didn't want. Laura thought, in fact they all thought I looked great but I didn't feel that way. I felt out of place. Maybe my insecurities were getting the best of me. I had to convince myself that it wasn't about me, it was about Addie and Jeremy. I shouldn't be a drama queen about a dress shaping my body...By eight pm, we were at Addie's hangout. I never quite caught the name of the bar so far as I can remember; it always was Addie's hangout amongst friends and family. Not that our parents ev
Eric - I was trying on my tux when my phone started ringing. Hooray, we definitely know who calls around this time because of the prison schedule. You could call me ungrateful because she is the reason why I didn't spend four years max in prison. It wasn't my fault and I won't take the blame for it. I didn't put a gun to her head, she did it because she loves me and that's what happens when you fall inlove kids. You become a fool, might as well dress up as a fucking clown while at it. She did it willingly and I suppose I do owe her. Sometimes I love and care about her and sometimes I'm just extremely annoyed, irritated with her. I haven't seen her in years, totally my fault. I don't like stuffy prisons, if I go there, I know I will feel worse. My conscience will get to me and I don't like having a conscience at all. I like to push that away considering I'm a compulsive liar. I don't like thinking about the consequences my actions may have on people. I only think about me and my back
I purposely woke up earlier than her so i could watch her sleep and feel like the luckiest jerk in the world. She actually wanted me? This beautiful woman wanted me! She had not said it back as in 'Ich liebe dich' or 'I love you' but i respected that. I respected that she was still thinking about this as much as i was and figuring it out. Deep down, i knew this was just an excuse... figuring what out you may ask? I was well aware that i wanted Leona in every way possible but then there was Debby. My feelings for her were mutual maybe when i actually see her all my feelings will just come right back or not. Maybe not, maybe i just want to be with Leona then there's the thought that I felt this way about Leona because I was lonely? Felt needy? I honestly don't know. I was a confused cockroach and i was just dragging Leona into my pit of misfortunes. I am selfish enough to do that... selfish enough to not let her go be with someone who actually wants to stay with her... for as long as i
Happily ever after? Maybe not.Life is about challenges, life is about getting better, life is about constant conflicts to create a stronger bond. Life will not stay perfect but for a moment it can... not for a lifetime. There will come huddles after huddles but what makes it better is having the people you love by your side. Love is being able to put aside and forget your issues because they become irrelevant when you're with a certain person. Leona and Eric weren't perfect either. They tried their best to give their daughter a perfect family. Over the past years, there were moments when they had the worst arguments that would make Eric drive off out of anger leaving Leona worried sick until he returned or when Eric had to sleep on the couch. There were moment when Leona would get jealous of how close Eric was to his female co-workers. Moments when they would be so angry that they felt they were done and it wasn't working but after the anger cooled off they always reconciled with so
He was absolutely breathtaking. Not in the physical view but him being a father. It attracted her so much more than before. It built up sexual frustration, for so long she wondered if he would ever split her into two again. His voice was raspy and it made the folds in between her legs water with need. Even knowing she had a boyfriend, she still craved for Eric. She craved for everything he had to offer. He was always able to help her reach some sort of heaven. "Sweetheart, it's time to sleep." Eric told his daughter dismissively switching off the television in front of her. "No no no peaze daddy!" Ara whined. Leona watched Eric calm their daughter down, as soon as he explained that she would be visiting her grandparents. She was way too happy, she forgot about Masha and the bear. Leona felt her breasts swell with so much need under her silk gown, when they had intensely made eye contact. Eric had always been a breath of fresh air to take in but there was just so much more about him
On that faithful night, knowing tomorrow would be his first day. Eric was a nervous-wreck. His girlfriend was sleeping in their bed, snoozing to the sound of peacefulness, snuggled in the comfy blankets while he was sitting on the bathroom floor in his boxers still on what was now a forty-three minutes phone call with the mother of his child. There were so many titles he could call her but only 'mother of my child' seemed fitting. Not baby mama or ex-girlfriend. "What if they don't like me?" Eric asked. He had avoided finally getting into a classroom right after doing his undergraduate he continued into his postgrad with the fear of actually having to be in a classroom. He furthered his studies because he feared, actually having to apply the skills he had acquired."Why wouldn't they like you? If you were my middle school teacher, I would have written a fan fiction about you." Leona snickered trying to lighten up the mood. "Oh yeah?" "Definitely!" Leona smiled even though he couldn
Crawling, walking, running, jumping with both feet. Jumping tantrums in many shops when her parents wouldn't buy her what she wanted. Pulling and carrying toys... misplacing them and making the house a mess. Crying for the toys she misplaced. Climbing on furniture, almost giving her mother a heart attack afraid she would fall. Throwing and kicking a ball towards her dad or grandpa or Uncle Sam. Walking up the stairs while holding the rail. Daddy teaching her how to brush her teeth and hair. Mommy doesn't have to help her pull up her pants anymore. She claims to be a big girl. Turning on the faucet and leaving the bathroom a mess. How did she even reach there? Holding up utensils and crayons with her fingers instead of a fist. Repeating every word she hears. 'Fuck you, Sam!' Araceli repeating what her aunt had said while on the phone. 'Fudge-you-same'. "No no bad word Ara." She would simple giggle at her pregnant aunt scolding her. Recently she had started using words like 'why daddy
They stood stagnant in their position for what seemed like the longest time when it had only been merely been a few minutes. Eric felt patient, he knew it wouldn't be that easy but at least he was trying. Leona let out a sigh and stared back at him with her eyes just waiting to burst the dam of tears. She looked so vulnerable. "I can't—" she sniveled when a tear fell. "I don't want this anymore. It's not going to work. We always try and you always promise that it will but as soon as something comes up. You push me away and the only person you want is Debby. It hurts because whenever I feel down and sad... the only person I want is you but you don't want me. You don't love me. If you did you wouldn't have said what you said the last time we talked." She paused. Eric could feel the physical ache in his chest. A part of him didn't know if he should let her be from here on or if he continued pursuing her that would be some sort of harassment. "You told me that you wanted a new start and
Feeling left out.Eric stood in his corner. It was seven in the evening, Leona had merely woken up a few hours ago but her room was filled with flowers and gifts. It wasn't just Leona's parents who had came to see her. It was her whole family, her aunts, uncles and so on. Eric watched how Leona little nephews and nieces crowded her near the bed. She didn't seem to mind. Every time she smiled, he felt jittery in and out. So jittery, he was forced to lowly clear his throat. She wasn't smiling at him though. Eric was concerned, with how many people were coming in and out of Leona's room. If he wasn't mistaken, he had seen almost half of the church fellowship in the hallways. Happiness radiated all across the room. It made Eric realize that Leona was such a good person so much that everyone loved her. No one had anything horrible to say about her... if there was it would have to be Robbie. He wanted to stay in his place and not invade her space like everyone was. "Araceli is awake now, I
13:56 There was a sharp smell of disinfect invading her nostrils, a metallic tang from stainless steel in the open air. The room silent with void except for the beeping sound that indicated she is alive. Her eyes flew wide open, her lashes like a curtain blinding her vision. Confusion passed through her mind... 'Where am I?' Out of instinct her hand immediately reached for her stomach. Her other other reached for her stomach yet again feeling nothing over the hospital gown. Her brain started to register what was happening when she saw the blue color scheme surrounding the room. Shutting her eyes she remembered bleeding... on her way—"My baby!" She said hoarsely, her throat dry. She sat up straight from the bed. Her joints cracking into place after not having moved for over a month. She did not know that, infact everything in her mind had happened yesterday. She was about to get out of bed when a nurse came in and gasped. "Oh my Leona..." She rushed, making Leona stay back in bed.
"She has this thing right?" Eric chuckled lightly thinking about it. "Where she burps out milk and most of the time it's always on my shirt. I haven't showered in two days. She is going home today so I might have to book a hotel or something.." "Ew Ricky, she is extra sensitive and you might give her infections with your filth, for fucksake go shower and maybe shave... it's weird seeing you with stubble." Debby replied referring to the pictures Eric had sent. The focus was supposed to be on Araceli not him. He rolled his eyes at her response but admitted to the fact that he could really use a shower."Damnit Debby! I cant leave her sight knowing Robbie works here.." he added. "Yeah... he seems so spiteful. Leona told me what he said on her last appointment." That I should have been at. Eric thought cautiously. It bothered him that if she passes, that would mean they left everything off on a very bad note and absolutely nothing could change that. He would have to live with that guil
- I am by no means forcing Christianity on anyone. I think we all knew what we were getting into when the story read 'Christian boyfriend'. I'm not the most religious person but I'm just glad I get to show people of God's works even in the most distinct way, where ever I can. It's also okay to skip if it offends or makes you feel uncomfortable. Everyone is allowed to have their own opinion :D —Faith. Putting faith in God would mean we believe that even though things look tangled up, God is able to untangle them. When tragic things happen, putting faith in God means we believe, no matter how bad things look, that God will work them together for good. (Romans 8:28) When God says he will work all things for good, there is no exception. Too often, we look at what we are experiencing and can not fathom how it will work out, but that's exactly when we need to place that situation into his capable hands. God is not stunned by our struggles or trials. We get a call from the doctor with res