I walk in through the door just in time to see Rosaleigh happily trot down the stairs changed and looking more lively.Her eyes glitter when she sees me, "Good afternoon," she leaves a kiss on my cheek and gives me a huge grin.I'm frozen in shock, what in the world is going on?Her smile falters slightly, "oh I'm sorry, I didn't think you'd mind if I borrowed you shirt, I'll go take it off if you want?"I didn't even notice what she's wearing, a simple jean and my shirt, I shake my head and give her a smile."I don't mind at all gorgeous, how are you feeling?" I ask, "I mean after earlier?"She furrows her eyebrows then shrugs it off, "I don't know what you're talking about but I'm feeling great, I was just about to make dinner for us all; chicken alfredo, you want to help? Unless you're tired?" She asks.I pull her into my arms and hug her, she hugs me back giggling. "What's wrong with you?" She asks trying to pull back but I tighten my hold."I'm sorry I missed our date," I say, she
"S-she didn't see me standing by the door when she stuck the knife in the board. When she did, she starting crying, apologizing. She tried acting like nothing happened, took the plate and bowl but dropped them. She was shaking, daddy then she ran out," she remains quiet after that."It's okay baby, she probably got bad news. I'm sorry if she scared you," I apologize on her behalf, she nods her head slightly.I can tell she's still scared, she may not be crying or shaking but her foot never stopped it's movements.I make my way to the front door and look outside, my car is gone and my heart drops.I head back to the office and call Nic, "I need you to track the audi and follow it wherever it is," I command then end the call waiting for no response, I know he would do it.I don't trust her in that state of mind, can you blame me? Last time we both nearly died.Not the time."Where's Rosie?" Lucia asks, I jump slightly and
I ring the doorbell, she opens the door with Nina propped on her hip. She looks like sh*t, her hair is in a messy bun, heavy bags under her eyes and skin pale as ever."She's still sleeping, do you want some coffee?" She offers, I nod and she welcomes me in.The place is a mess, I can't imagine the stress of two children, school and now these news.I follow her to the kitchen where she pours me a cup of coffee and rocks a tired Nina back and forth."It was bound to happen, I thought they would do this earlier than now," she admits, I take the coffee into my hand and take a sip then raise an eyebrow."Logan–despite my warnings–played with the big boys all his years. I wouldn't expect any less from him, now it's finally caught up to him. It may sound bad coming from his sister, but I'm direct not ignorant. My mother was killed by the same big boys she loved so much,"She's adopted.I nod silently, although she speaks with no emotion in her voice. Her eyes give everything off, she's brok
She's finally getting the rest she desperately needs, I ignore the ringing of her phone the first few times but eventually I get up and look for it.I find it between the couch cushions, Lucia's name flashes on the screen. Reluctantly I answer it, quiet sniveling meets my ears."Rosie?" Her voice is cracking, I look down at who she wants to be talking to. As much as I want to give her the phone, I want her to sleep even more."Is it true?" She asks, I face palm myself. Of course, if I saw the articles what's stopping Lucia from seeing them.This case shouldn't even be this big that these news are already out there into the world."Lucia," I whisper as she starts to softly sob into the microphone, I run my hand through my hair feeling sh*tty.She continues to cry, I don't tell her to stop crying or that she'll be fine. She probably won't, Logan may not have been present as much but he was her brother and it won't be the same.It was better that that wasn't there but they had this comfo
When seven hits I leave him and go take a shower then clean up our room, now I'm in the kitchen wondering what I should make for breakfast.I'm craving pastries, but for breakfast? I quickly whip up some waffles, hash browns and eggs then bake.I thought of nothing specific, I just started baking whatever felt right. An hour or so later rapid footsteps meet my ears."I smell brownies...and ice cream!" I look down at the bowl in my hands with wide eyes.Noelle appears first then Lucia, I can see a slight smile on her face. Their eyes rake over the counter; brownies, muffins–cappuccino, vanilla and chocolate– ravioli, apple dumplings.Now currently in the ovens, mixed flavors cookies, blueberry pie and a cake.Xander appears and looks at the counter too, "Is it too much?" I ask, I'll just share some with everyone.The girls reach out to the pastries but I stop them, "after breakfast," I tell them, Lucia gives me this look that says hypocrite but I ignore it.Taking their plates out of t
We follow the small crowd to the area where the guests are, we didn't invite many people.Grey's family, out of respect. Dad, who had to be in a wheelchair and can't hardly move. It's sad, his body is starting to reject every treatment he can get now he's just...barely surviving.A few business associates and a few people that I know etc etc. The bridesmaids stand near the double doors leading outside, Nic and James stand with then on the other side of them.Nic glances at me and smiles, I hook my arm into JJ's and we walk straight to those doors.On either sides of us are the guests, I can feel their eyes on me. The angry and envious ones along with the proud ones, those of my fathers.I give him a teary smile, we stop by the doors. Four children appear infront of us.Nina and Kyle sharing one basket, Lucia and Noelle sharing another. They all looks so cute, I make my way down to their level."You guys look so beautiful
We've finally gone past almost all the congratulations from everyone, the hugs and kiss, presents and all.Now I can breathe, it was overwhelming with so many people on us. Xander laughed when I wondered how these people expected us to breathe when they were on us like glue.Now our fingers are interlocked, his hand is on my waist and mine is on his shoulder. Our bodies sway together in harmony, the small buzz in me hasn't taken a rest.My happiness hasn't reduced nor has my smile faltered. I love this feeling, the feeling that he brings with him. I couldn't get used to it."You know, I could've sworn I saw you shed a tear as I walked down the isle. Was I seeing things?" I ask teasingly, the corner of his lips rises."Yes, a snowflake had just landed on my face," he shrugs it off, I giggle."Hm. I best watch the wedding film, just to make sure," I wink placing my arms around his neck and he places his around my waist."If you must," I laugh, my head tipping back, his smile seems to wi
Blood.Screams.Tears.And camera flashes.Have journalists officially lost their sense of humanity? They're just doing their jobs.A very sh*tty job if you ask me.My body is still, unable to move or properly comprehend what I'm witnessing. My hands cover my mouth and silent tears stroll down my face.The sound of flesh against flesh rings through my ears. A large crowd has gathered around the scene, some screaming at my husband, others trying to get him off but he refuses.No one can seem to stop his anger, not even his sister. She's on her knees right besides him, crying and screaming out his name.Calling for him to stop but he doesn't, James is close to unconsciousness but that doesn't faze him.That he could possibly murder him, with proof that it was him due to the journalists or that he could file a case of assault against him he doesn't care.A sob escapes me, lookin