(AHVI'S POINT OF VIEW)The subtle smell of the hospital room crams my lungs as I lie on the bed, gripping the sheets tightly as if my life depends on it.My body is tense. My muscles are contracting with each wave of pain that washes over me and I can feel the thumping of my heart in my ears.“Ahvi, focus on your breathing,” Isleen urges, sitting by my side, her hand squeezing mine. “In and out, just like we practiced.”“I don't think I can. It fucking hurts!” I cry out when another contraction hits. This is all Vance's fucking fault! Why did he have to get me pregnant?! If I ever see him again, I might slap him across the face! I let out another cry as my heart raced with a mix of terror and anticipation. “It’s okay, you’re doing great,” Isleen says, her voice steady and calm. “Just a little longer, and you’ll meet your babies.” she tries not to grimace at how tightly I hold her hand sns honesty, I don't care if it's breaks. It fucking hurts!“Why does it hurt so much?” I gasp.“It’
(RAVEN'S POINT OF VIEW)(A YEAR AND HALF LATER)As I settle into my new life in the Uk, I feel like a stranger in a world I don’t quite understand. It’s been a year and a half since I left everything behind—Chicago, my old racing life, and the memories of him. But as I look around this small rented studio, filled with blueprints, stacks of reports, and my laptop on the coffee table, I feel both pride, knowing I have come this far and loneliness knowing I'm facing everything alone.Every day brings me something new. I’ve started a small position with a tech firm and spend my days researching vehicles. The people here are welcoming but distant. Maybe it's because I come off the same way, too guarded for anyone to really see why I’m here. I’m not even sure why, really. I keep telling myself it’s for my career, but deep down, I know it’s because I needed to escape my old life.I look down at the designs I’ve drawn for a prototype—a small electric vehicle that could one day hit impressive
(RAVEN'S POINT OF VIEW)A few weeks pass, and my project comes together more than I ever imagined. Each day at work, I feel more confident in my abilities, pushing through the late nights and early mornings. Hunter and I have fallen into a comfortable routine. He’s become my closest friend here, always supportive and encouraging.But lately, I sense something shifting between us. It’s subtle but there's an extra spark in his eyes when he looks at me. His friendly touch on my arm sometimes lingers longer than normal. I tell myself that I'm imagining things since he has a girlfriend and they seem to be in one hell of a lovey dovey relationship but with each passing day, it's like he's making his advances more open.I find myself shifting away. I don't want to give him the impression that I'm looking for anything more than a friendship. I’m here to build my life, not dive into another emotional mess.It's Friday and I'm at my studio going over some final designs before I present them to
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(AHVI'S POINT OF VIEW)"You can run, dear, but you can't hide from your destiny. When you fear and love something, it becomes your greatest flaw."There are a few things I know I can't run away from. First is the reverberating sound of my grandmother's words in my head for no good cause and some so-called destiny she invariably speaks about. Second is the loud cheers of the audience right outside the backstage, waiting while their screams get vociferous. I swallow the lump that has cropped up on my throat and rub my moist hands together. And thirdly-"Ahvi, are you ready?"The hasty voice of my manager, Katherina hauls me out of my reverie and the woman materializes in front of me. I blink, clearing the sudden gauze that barricades my vision. I look and realize everyone is staring, waiting for me to give the go-ahead as I always did before every concert but this time, the words get sag in my throat."No." The word flees my lips before I can stop it. "Can I quickly use the restroom?" I
(AHVI'S POINT OF VIEW)Have you ever looked at your stepbrother and been like damn! I want him?The mere thought of this gives me perturbation and again, gave me insomnia last night, and now I can narrowly concentrate in class because he's home again. I'm going to lose my mind."You already are if you keep mumbling to yourself,"I sizzle at the impertinent interruption, then exhale a sigh and grab my mug of cappuccinos off the table of the coffee shop we are in and take a sip. "Everything feels so wrong," I enunciated thoughtlessly. "How long is he staying this time?" My best friend Raven inquires, mounting on a croissant and latte. I shrug. "I don't know, a few days or few weeks," Maybe years. He's a wanderlust, so I rarely see him; always out with his friends exploring forests and mountains. Adventurous, that one."He's going to leave eventually and you won't see him again for months. Continue on that path and no one gets to know your dirty secret," Raven verbalizes with a mouth f
(AHVI'S POINT OF VIEW)Not wanting to feel a thing gets even harder when I'm sitting across from him at the dinner table. When I get a sniff of his scent, I can feel my hands tremble around the spoon. Is this even a normal reaction? I know I like him but I'm not usually this sensitive, when did it get like this? I'm suddenly hyper-aware of every move he makes; every glance he sends my way across the table."Are you okay, Ahvi?" David, my step dad breaks me out of my daydream, resulting in a jerk that makes me drop my spoon and make an awful sound. I cringe.I look at him with a smile, it's the least I can do. "I'm fine, David," I take a glance across the table; Vance has stopped eating and is just watching me with his predatory green eyes. They make me uncomfortable but in a good way. Makes this pool of fervor spread in my stomach and down south. "You have barely touched your food." He continues, being the kind, caring stepfather he has always been since the day he came into my life
(AHVI'S POINT OF VIEW)The fun thing about figure skating is learning new choreography. Though it's a bit difficult getting the steps, the spins, and glides, I love the feeling I get as I follow the sound of the sensual music.However, this choreography is particularly hard as I take a spin and land on the ice with a thud. I get up and try again but end up falling on my ass."You're not doing it right, Ahvi," My choreographer, Bella, observes from the corner while my partner Rigel and Miss Katherina watch from the beaches. "You're not maintaining the equilibrium and you're not steady on the blades,""She's good for her first time learning this choreography, give her some credits, Bella," Rigel gives me a thumbs up and flashes a big smile. "Let's take five," Bella claps her hands, calling a break before gliding off the rink. I watch as she takes off her skates and walks off."How about I join you?"The voice behind me is unforeseen and sudden and yanks a gasp of shock out of me and ha