BECK- PRESENTI drive to the address that Mr. Phil gives to me brooding throughout the drive. That snake had purposely taken Beth away from me just to provoke me, I know this. Why then did I beg with such desperation for him to tell me where she is?An emotion that had been nagging me all evening shoves its way into consciousness. I am not a man that has ever lied to myself, and I am not going to start now. I will admit that Elizabeth fascinated me from the start. Meeting her had given me a strong sense of deja vu; and after finding out that we have a history, it had made me feel closer to her. I will also admit that I had been too cowardly to delve deep into the history we had, rather I skimmed the surface of the report I had been given by my security agent because a part of me had been scared of what I'd find.But she intrigues me. I'd
BECK- PRESENTVivid images of days spent in this place flash like a kaleidoscope. I remember Mary, she had filled the void that the loss of my mother had created. I remember goofing around with my brothers, Jace and Embee. Shining brighter than the colors she used to wear is Beth, my Rainbow. I remember cuddling in the treehouse trading stories with her. I remember everything; every laugh, tear, argument, and banter.Before I can collect my thoughts and sort through the images rushing through my head, I hear the sound of a gun cocking behind me.“Turn around slowly and put your hands where I can see them.” A shaky voice instructs. What is going on? I comply and begin turning slowly. “Don’t try anything funny, or I will shoot.”When I turn around, I see a frail-lo
BECK- PRESENTWhen was the last time you saw a grown man cry? I don't cry because it is unsightly and makes me feel emasculated. But seeing Beth hooked to life support breaks me in ways I didn't think possible. It brings back memories of my childhood and my mother’s accident. That feeling of waiting helplessly for a miracle can be overwhelming. In my mother’s case, she had been rushing home to watch a recital of my latest hobby when she got into the accident. In this case, Beth had been running away from me.“Why don’t you speak to her?” My blurry gaze settles on Mary. “The doctor says that she can hear us, and I'm sure she would like to hear from you.”It's been three days since the accident, three days in which I have only left her side to do the bare minimum needed to survive. My once immacula
BETH- PRESENTSomeone is trying to kill me. I panic and try to escape, but everywhere is pitch black, so dark, I cannot see my feet under me. I tried to scream, but my voice wouldn't work.What is going on? I can't move my body. I want to escape this lonely dark place. I can feel the passage of time, but I don't know exactly how much time has passed. Somebody help me! I call out with my mind and, like an answer to my plea, I hear a voice."Hey, baby!” I feel hands run through my hair and I feel a mixture of happiness, anger, and anxiety. I have to get away from those hands, someone is trying to kill me. I'm near hysteria when the voice comes again.“The doctors say that our daughter is fine and that you are too. They put you in a coma so that your brain can heal;” Daughter?
BECK- PRESENTMy face must look as dark as I feel because everyone goes out of their way to avoid me when I resume back to work. It's been over a week since I took my impromptu leave to be beside Rainbow. Now that she's awake I have no reason to be by her bedside, or so Mary insists; especially if she doesn't remember me, and for some reason, my presence seems to agitate her. The doctors say that amnesia is common with head injuries and that I should be patient, but patience is not one of my strongest suits. The last thing I feel is patience.The first person I see when I make it into my office is Alessia. What is she doing here and why in my office so early in the morning? I'm a bit surprised to see concern on her face, it's not an emotion I am used to seeing her direct my way."Are you okay?" She asks.
BECK- PRESENTNever has the sight of Alessia comforted me so. But there she is, poised like a Valkyrie ready to go to war as she stands over Teresa. I quickly dart to the gun and kick it farther out of her reach. At the back of my mind, I am thinking about the fact that Alessia, one of the people I was sure hated me the most, had just saved my life.“Wait,” I frown, “baby brother?” I arch a brow at her and she flushes.“Well, I am older. Pappy did place you in my care.” She replies, studiously avoiding my gaze. Despite the situation, I burst into laughter which causes Teresa to scream.“Don't laugh! I was supposed to follow you into the afterlife. We're supposed to have our happily ever after in our next life! Why isn’t anything going my way!&rd
BETH- PRESENTTeresa attempts to murder Billionaire’s baby mama.Billionaire heiress committed to mental facility.Terezo fan club disbanded, leader faces lawsuit.Encore magazine temporarily shuts down, promises to bounce back.Dr. Lara Kent, arrested… medical license suspended.Teresa Vaughn Pierce put in a straight jacket after suicide attempt.The headlines are merciless, almost as merciless as the times I was dragged online. It is poetic justice, but I take no pleasure in her current suffering. As someone who has loved Beck for years, I can understand how she became obsessed with
BETH- PRESENT“I suppose the mulberry looks better than the plum,” Rachel is saying. She hands two scraps of fabric that look the same to me and I smile at her.If I had a choice on how to spend my Sunday evening, time with Rachel would have been my least option. I mean, how much fun can spending time with your boyfriend’s mother be? Especially if said woman believes she is related to the Queen?“Certainly Rachel. You have a good eye for color.” I praise her and set the fabrics aside, before lifting my cup to sip my tea, just to avoid further conversation. My phone vibrates on the chair beside me (you never place your phone on the table when with family or friends; Rachel educated me on our first meeting, and it has stuck); but I discreetly check it anyway.I wasn’t the most popular kid in high school, and I didn't have many friends; just one, a badass miniature spitfire Latina named Alejandra. I called her Alex and she, like everyone pre-Chase, called me Rainbow. We used to go everyw
BETH- PRESENTTeresa attempts to murder Billionaire’s baby mama.Billionaire heiress committed to mental facility.Terezo fan club disbanded, leader faces lawsuit.Encore magazine temporarily shuts down, promises to bounce back.Dr. Lara Kent, arrested… medical license suspended.Teresa Vaughn Pierce put in a straight jacket after suicide attempt.The headlines are merciless, almost as merciless as the times I was dragged online. It is poetic justice, but I take no pleasure in her current suffering. As someone who has loved Beck for years, I can understand how she became obsessed with
BECK- PRESENTNever has the sight of Alessia comforted me so. But there she is, poised like a Valkyrie ready to go to war as she stands over Teresa. I quickly dart to the gun and kick it farther out of her reach. At the back of my mind, I am thinking about the fact that Alessia, one of the people I was sure hated me the most, had just saved my life.“Wait,” I frown, “baby brother?” I arch a brow at her and she flushes.“Well, I am older. Pappy did place you in my care.” She replies, studiously avoiding my gaze. Despite the situation, I burst into laughter which causes Teresa to scream.“Don't laugh! I was supposed to follow you into the afterlife. We're supposed to have our happily ever after in our next life! Why isn’t anything going my way!&rd
BECK- PRESENTMy face must look as dark as I feel because everyone goes out of their way to avoid me when I resume back to work. It's been over a week since I took my impromptu leave to be beside Rainbow. Now that she's awake I have no reason to be by her bedside, or so Mary insists; especially if she doesn't remember me, and for some reason, my presence seems to agitate her. The doctors say that amnesia is common with head injuries and that I should be patient, but patience is not one of my strongest suits. The last thing I feel is patience.The first person I see when I make it into my office is Alessia. What is she doing here and why in my office so early in the morning? I'm a bit surprised to see concern on her face, it's not an emotion I am used to seeing her direct my way."Are you okay?" She asks.
BETH- PRESENTSomeone is trying to kill me. I panic and try to escape, but everywhere is pitch black, so dark, I cannot see my feet under me. I tried to scream, but my voice wouldn't work.What is going on? I can't move my body. I want to escape this lonely dark place. I can feel the passage of time, but I don't know exactly how much time has passed. Somebody help me! I call out with my mind and, like an answer to my plea, I hear a voice."Hey, baby!” I feel hands run through my hair and I feel a mixture of happiness, anger, and anxiety. I have to get away from those hands, someone is trying to kill me. I'm near hysteria when the voice comes again.“The doctors say that our daughter is fine and that you are too. They put you in a coma so that your brain can heal;” Daughter?
BECK- PRESENTWhen was the last time you saw a grown man cry? I don't cry because it is unsightly and makes me feel emasculated. But seeing Beth hooked to life support breaks me in ways I didn't think possible. It brings back memories of my childhood and my mother’s accident. That feeling of waiting helplessly for a miracle can be overwhelming. In my mother’s case, she had been rushing home to watch a recital of my latest hobby when she got into the accident. In this case, Beth had been running away from me.“Why don’t you speak to her?” My blurry gaze settles on Mary. “The doctor says that she can hear us, and I'm sure she would like to hear from you.”It's been three days since the accident, three days in which I have only left her side to do the bare minimum needed to survive. My once immacula
BECK- PRESENTVivid images of days spent in this place flash like a kaleidoscope. I remember Mary, she had filled the void that the loss of my mother had created. I remember goofing around with my brothers, Jace and Embee. Shining brighter than the colors she used to wear is Beth, my Rainbow. I remember cuddling in the treehouse trading stories with her. I remember everything; every laugh, tear, argument, and banter.Before I can collect my thoughts and sort through the images rushing through my head, I hear the sound of a gun cocking behind me.“Turn around slowly and put your hands where I can see them.” A shaky voice instructs. What is going on? I comply and begin turning slowly. “Don’t try anything funny, or I will shoot.”When I turn around, I see a frail-lo
BECK- PRESENTI drive to the address that Mr. Phil gives to me brooding throughout the drive. That snake had purposely taken Beth away from me just to provoke me, I know this. Why then did I beg with such desperation for him to tell me where she is?An emotion that had been nagging me all evening shoves its way into consciousness. I am not a man that has ever lied to myself, and I am not going to start now. I will admit that Elizabeth fascinated me from the start. Meeting her had given me a strong sense of deja vu; and after finding out that we have a history, it had made me feel closer to her. I will also admit that I had been too cowardly to delve deep into the history we had, rather I skimmed the surface of the report I had been given by my security agent because a part of me had been scared of what I'd find.But she intrigues me. I'd
BETH- PRESENTI have no time to spare. I know Beck will be after me soon, and I cannot afford to return to that gilded cage. I can simply refuse to go and he would not force me, but I need someone to give me the moral support to say no. Alex is out of town, and I would have gone to Chase, but I would rather avoid the fallout with the paparazzi. The only option left is to go home and go back to Mary. She would know what to do.I cannot bander sound in this dress, all things considered, so I strip off the beautiful gown, thankful that it is easy to do so. The cold air against my skin causes me to shiver slightly, but I don't dwell on it much as I struggle into Alex’s only clothes that would fit me, a sweat suit. My protruding belly peeks out from under the top, but not enough to make me worry.After dressing, I fetch her car keys from the top of the fridge. Locking the door with a mental note to apologize for taking her things when she is not around, I rush through the cold night toward
BECK- PRESENTGet me out of here somebody! Anybody! I pinch the bridge of my nose as my sisters make a spectacle of themselves, wrestling like animals in front of witnesses; wealthy and snobbish witnesses. I am not surprised that Sofia has resorted to this, but never in my wildest dream did I think Alessia would indulge her. Dante is chuckling as we try to restrain the struggling women. I don’t blame him, at that age, I probably would do the same thing.We are all surprised when Pappy walks out of the restroom to see his daughters behaving in the most undignified manner. His festive mood immediately vanishes and his eyes dim. With a shake of his head, he proclaims;“Enough! That is enough ladies.”Alessia immediately calms down, and Dante lets go of her to disappear into the crowd. I do not dare release Sofia because, from the set of her tense muscles, I can tell that she is poised to strike; but my eyes jealously follow my brother as he escapes the scene. As I watch him, my eyes sett