"Look, I know you're angry and hurt but I can explain," he says softly not looking at me, he sits down on the floor, resting against the bed.
Now we're on the same level, talking to one another across the room. If anyone walked in they'd think some crazy sh*t is going on, especially since I'm crying now."Before you say anything else, tell me the truth. Nothing but," I say softly but he hears, he looks up at me and tears well up in his eyes.He has no right to cry!Now it's my turn to look away, "Can I just at least come closer to you, I can't stand being this far from you,"We're no more than a few meters apart but I know what he means and agree, we may now be only a few feet apart but we still seem for from one another."So?" The word comes out more harsh than I intended."That kiss...that kiss was one sided, I swear," I scoff."You didn't push her away, the counts as something," I wince at my tone, but he do*X Ambassadors- Unsteady *Anson Seabra- Broken*Astrid S- Years*NF- Paralyzed*~*~*~* No.No, no, no, no, no.Anger, fear and hurt bustle in me, my body is shaking and I can't stop it. Whatever hope I had in me is gone now, emptiness taking its place."What the f*ck is this?!" I yell turning to him, I haven't moved into the room much more.I'm too scared of what I'll see upfront, confusion is written all over my face. He rubs his hand over his face and hair with a sigh."What the f*ck Xander?!" I try again, my voice echoes throughout the empty mansion.He remains quiet, staring at me with such intensity that it feels like I'm being stabbed by a thousand needles.A tear escapes his eye, he doesn't wipe it away but let's it fall and allows the others to follow. I turn abruptly and look around the small but huge space, it's cold in here so instinctively I wrap my ar
Rocking back and forth, muttering the same words over and over again. I want to hug her, hold her and let her cry on me but she refuses.I've been beaten and the bruises have formed as proof, she's willing to cry but not to me.Not with me as her support pillar, not as her husband or a friend. Nothing.I watch until she stops, her head between her legs. "Tell me you're lying?" She whispers, I don't respond.It's rhetorical, she knows it true. She can't believe it, she doesn't want to.I'm too weak to convince her, to broken and empty fight. I just want to forget that all of this ever happened.I never went to therapy, my father wouldn't let me and I didn't want to, spilling my life to a shrink wasn't and isn't my thing.If anything Rosaleigh is my shrink, I can I only talk to her, not even in the same way I talk to Nic.I may have grown up physically, financially etc. But emotionally and mentally I'm still that
Cautiously I open the door to Xander's room, I need a duffle bag and I don't have one hence I'm here.The house is empty, I called out for him but he didn't respond. Right now I don't want to be around him or anyone, so I'm taking advantage of the lack of presence to pack up.I mean sure I'm worried but I know he won't do anything stupid...nothing majorly stupid.Finding one I sneak back into my room and start packing up, random clothes but nothing much.What dad said is stuck with me, I really don't know how long I have. I can't stay angry at him, it's not his fault and well I just hard to be angry at him. I zip up the bag and hoist it over my shoulder then look for my purse and keys, just then the door creaks open.More like busts wide open but either way I stand in shock and watch as he stumbles in. I make no move towards him, he grips onto the door for balance."Salie?" My heart wanes at the nickname, I gulp back my tears.I couldn't think h
My head held high I stare back and the devil in Prada, the hatred on her face is quite clear and the feeling is mutual."This is all your fault!" She stabs her pointed nail into my chest, I swat it away with a snarl."Don't touch me," she rolls her eyes and looks back into the house."Lucas what's taking you so long?!" Is this woman naturally bitter? Her face is what our mothers warn us of when we pull faces, it's like the woman I saw back then is gone.Who's Lucas?Just then a baby waddles towards the door with glazed eyes, my eyes widen.The f*ck?Who yells at a baby that's no older than three? She is way more evil than the devil, Lucas reaches up for her but she instead grabs his hand with a scowl and drags him to the Porche in the driveway.Evil b*tch.Are we going to ignore the fact that that could possibly be his kid?Yes, yes we are.Cautiously I take a step in the house and close the door behind me, it looks no different than
I said my finger hovered on the call button for many minutes but it hovered for many hours a day.I thought about all of him, every moment we spent together, his scent. I actually contemplated coming back and taking one of his shirts, that's how bad it was.I'm crazy, I know.I just missed the man that's impacted my life in such a short span of time...maybe an extra sixteen years.It was pure torture. I need him."I missed you would be an understatement," I say, he squeezes me as if to say 'me too'.We stand a little while longer until we let go, I don't even get a second to breathe or admire him as his lips crash on mine.Call this a double shot of ecstacy.It's like there's a fourth of July party going on inside of me, pure and utter bliss.The kiss doesn't last long as Noelle yells from somewhere that Nicky is here, we pull apart.Our lips are swollen and breaths heavy, his forehead is rested against mine and his eyes are closed. I cup
She cocks her head to the side and smirks, "Don't you see the resemblance. Meet Lucas," she sips her whiskey.I glare at her and set the child down on the rug, "What are you up to Lisa? You and I never slept together," I grit.Did we?She chuckles, "Oh dear we did. If I remember May sixteen, 2021. Quite the night if you ask me," she wiggles her eyebrows.I look at Lucas, that would make him over one years old. "That doesn't prove anything. And if I remember correctly, you were in a relationship at that moment?"Right now I'm playing my cards, I couldn't care less who she dates or when she dates. So long as she isn't in our lives, I'm happy."But you still wanted to tap that, and 'that' turned into that," she points at her son like it's some animal, even referred to him as 'that'.You wondered why I didn't want her in NoNo's life?Even if he isn't mine I wouldn't mind taking her out of the cluthes of the devil, I can only imagine his upbringing wi
Rosaleigh P.O.V After the mini get-together and many cries of concern all was well, as well as it could get. There was a little bit of awkwardness as everyone would give me random glances, I pegged it as concern.We tried to play around with our words for the small ones not to catch on, I don't know how I'd feel if Noelle knew.I may not have long but right now isn't the time for her to know.Like any other get-together everyone is sleeping here, I thought hard and long about whether I should sleep with Xander but opted for it.His scent that wafted around the room was a much loved smell, it made me more comfortable than I was initially.For the longest of hours, neither of us slept, I laid in his arms and listened to his heartbeat and story-telling of our past as per my request.The way he spoke was like he was recalling everything as though it was playing right before his eyes or as if he was reliving it.I teased him about but he just smiled and claimed that—quote on quote— every
"She's good...Me too...I know...Of course...I love you too...no doubt....okay, I'll let her know. Goodbye," The bed dips next to me, I look up at my husband with a smile. "Morning," he pecks my lips and moves me so that I'm laying on him."Morning beautiful," I smile and cuddle into him, his body warmth warming me more than I already am."That was you're father, he said to tell you that he loves you and would like to see you today," I nod and interlink our fingers.I brush my thumb over his tattoo, and raise an eyebrow. "I want a tattoo, a lot of them actually. I just never thought to go through with it," He sits up a bit and traces my clean skin, "Why? You're perfect," I hit him lightly with a small laugh."You have more than twenty tattoos and you aren't any less perfect, come on. Just a few, you can come with me, " I kiss his jawline for some convincing."Of course, there's no way I'm letting some stranger touch you in any forbidden place without me there. Even when I'm there," I