FREMAI woke up to the door being kicked open with a loud bang. I jerked up to a sitting position as the intruder came forward. --Arsen. And he looked mad. I gulped. "I'm really sorry, I know I should've.. I.." I stopped talking, knowing there was no reasonable excuse for sleeping with Arsen's.. No, The Michealson's arch enemy. Arsen swallowed, his eyes set on anywhere but me as I clutched the sheets to my chest, more embarrassed than I had ever been in my life. "Where's that bastard?" He asked calmly. "He's.. I don't know. I don't where he is, Arsen. I just.. Could you leave, please?" I begged, my vision clouding with unshed tears. He looked me over for a while before turning and banging the door shut behind him. Then the tears fell. He had left again, no note, no goodbye conversation, nothing. I was so stupid to think he cared that much about me just because he did what? Spread my legs apart and fucked me gently? Such a fool. You're such a fool, Fremantle Michealson. A fool f
ERON:Countless missed calls from my girl made me want to punch something. Kill someone. Slit a throat or blow a brain up, I was restless. I wanted to answer the calls, ask her what went wrong, if she was doing okay, if she still wanted to join me. If she still wanted to be with me --I highly doubted that. All for protecting her. Damn, I had thought I was selfish enough. I would've taken her with me and damned the consequences as long as she was by my side. "Eron." A familiar voice called and I looked up, startled. It couldn't be.. Bloody hell, it wasn't yet time. "'The fuck are you doing here, Liam?" I asked and he grinned, out stretching his arms. "That's not a way to welcome your long gone brother, dude." He said and I threw a pamphlet at him, impatient. "Ow!" He exclaimed. "Ready to speak, dude?" I asked, my eyebrows creased as I sat up properly on my chair. He laughed and took his seat opposite me, swiftly lowering his tie. "Okay.. So, I got the job done sooner than expecte
NOT SO SLIGHT CHANGE: THIRD PERSON POV, going forward.FIVE YEARS LATER:She hurriedly packed bags and lunch, her phone wedged between her ear and shoulder. "Yes, Mrs Brown. I'm so sorry for the delay, we'll handle it and I promise you it's going to be ready as soon as possible.. Thank you ma'am.. Yeah, see you soon." She hung up, tossing the cellphone into her purse. They were going to be so late. Her boss was a kind man but she didn't want to test his limits. "Get down now! Keep that, please.. You're gonna hurt yourself. No! Don't play with that either. Just sit, please. Sit." She was always issuing instructions. She zipped the last bag finally and bent to strap her heels to her feet. Little hands dragged her, telling her tiny nippets about the previous day which she randomly responded to, smiling and nodding as often as she could. The doorbell rang and she mentally cursed hell as she hurried towards it. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" She yelled after the third ring. She reached the d
~~He stood, waiting for her. He was probably a creep for stalking her this way but he couldn't help it. He had told Liam to keep every news about her away from him because he didn't want to get fascinated and come back for her, he didn't want his lifestyle to destroy hers. But here he was now, in her living room.. Eyes on her goldfish across the table, fascinated by everything. He half-expected her to be married but when he searched for her, he found out she was still single. Still his. He failed to look further telling himself he'd hear it all from her, so when the door opened and she walked in with two identical boys in hand, he found himself reconsidering his conclusion on her relationship status. She was hardly his girl now, she was a woman. "Mommy! A man's in our house!" Drake yelled, grabbing her hand. She swirled around, her mouth falling slightly open as she recognized who it was. "Um.. He.." She stuttered, then turned to both boys. "Go in now, I'll be upstairs soon, okay?
~~Bonding day.Frema had long awaited this day, a day she'd finally relax and just watch her children play around, away from work and stress. The park was a perfect place to let off tension, even if Riley had called in last minute to say she was going to be busy and couldn't come. She sighed and settled to watch her kids now. Drake was more of the talker, picking conversations with kids of his age and even slightly older ones. Josh hardly conversed, most times idling himself with toys and games. He joined in on small talks with some children who dared come close, but that was it. He reminded her of.. his father."Mommy, Yvette's here!" Josh suddenly squealed and I laughed, "Is she? I think you should go say hi then, won't you?" I prodded.He seemed unsure. "She's a girl," he stated like was just noticing that, "girls are unpredictable and annoying. What if she ignores me?"Frema thought for a while, "Then.. You don't give up so easily. You try to win her over and when you eventually
{Doing Frema's POV because I MISS IT} ¶Frema¶Two silly words and here I am, unable to focus on anything else. You truly have closed off your heart, my subconscious teased. I closed my laptop, sighing in defeat as my hand reached for my cellphone.For what though? I asked myself before putting it back down. It was just a 'Good Morning' text, I shouldn't be acting like a hormonal teenage girl who just got texted by her crush. Just as I decided to forget about the stupid text and get myself a cup of coffee, Justin Bieber's 'Yummy' began to play through my phone. Caller ID read; Baby daddy and forgive me for saving his number that way because I don't have a valid excuse."Hey." I said after I accepted the call."I never thought you'd pick up, and more so on the first ring. Am I succeeding?" His voice came and as always I had to pretend like the intense baritone didn't affect me."Not even close, Eron. Why did you call?""Back to being feisty. I won't judge, though. H
~~Writer~~She almost couldn't believe him. Almost. She had returned from work that Friday, worn out and tired, more than ready to fall to her bed and doze off immediately. But she remembered her kids were still at Riley's place, so she pulled herself together, showered and headed off to her brother's house. When she returned, she took a closer look at a box lying on her bed before touching it with a finger. Oh Lord, She thought. Finally, she built her courage and held it up, tearing off the covering. In the box lay two trunks for her boys and a... bikini for her?!, She heard the beating of her heart increase as she studied the piece even more. It was too exposed, for crying out loud, she thought. A note lay by the side of the box. 'I want to see you in that bikini, love. You owe me a kiss if I don't. And yes, you're going to do it. Our kids would be glad to help.' E.C."There's no way in hell I'm wearing this." She said aloud and almost screamed when someone spoke behind her,"Wear
~~Writer~~She was good at avoiding him, he thought. Bent on making that punk her newest muse. He looked around for his twins and they looked tired out, yawning and sitting around. Bingo, he thought again with a faint smirk."Sorry to interrupt honey, but it's time to leave." He said as soon as he got up to her and Tega smiling sinisterly. "It's just been four hours, the kids are having so much fun," she returned, looking around for them now."Are they?" Eron asked as her eyes landed on them."They can nap here.." She said again stubbornly even if it was already dark and she knew she was saying crap. But he wouldn't have any of her attitude anymore."Be a princess and get in the car, Fremantle. Don't upset daddy." He said intentionally, smirking slightly before turning on his heel to get the twins. "He's your husband?!" Tega exclaimed. Frema slapped a palm on her mouth almost immediately, wide-eyed."Just my babies' father but the entire universe don't need to know that." "Well he'
EPILOGUETHREE YEARS LATER"She was such a beautiful young woman, she did not deserve to die." Someone murmured behind Frema, but she couldn't bring herself to turn and feed her curiosity by seeing who it was. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying and at this point, she truly had no tears left to cry. All she could think of them, was the fact that Riley had promised. How could she not keep her promise afterward? She'd obviously not been there for her friend enough, she hadn't even guessed that Riley would lose her life so soon. She died in the most painful way to her—chatted with her all night and then slept, never waking up after. How could she not notice the emptiness in her friend's eyes? How could she have missed the pain?"I'm sorry, Riles. I'm so sorry." She muttered weakly, staring at Riley's immobile figure. Her beautiful face and body stayed stiff now, . She could not count the amount of times she'd looked around, hoping for a miracle—just like what had happened with Eron, b
"I'm pregnant, you assholes! Could you let me out of here first, so I can get this baby out of me?" Kayla yelled, clutching the protectors tightly, even trying to climb it. Titi was in juvenile prison and the truth was, she was almost going crazy without her daughter by her side. No one paid her attention, though and she kept screaming until a figure walked up in front of the cell. The other inmates in the cell, glanced up at the visitor and on seeing who it was, the women sprang up and watched him intently, like he was a favorite snack. Only Kayla shook in fear."We meet again, Kayla." Eron spoke and she shook her head."I'm pregnant, you can't hurt me." She responded. He chuckled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes."You think I'm here to hurt you? What are the guards for, then?" He queried and she didn't reply, just stared at him. He continued, "Wow. Never thought I'd see the day where you'd finally shut up." She scoffed now, replying nonchalantly,"Well, surprise surprise." She b
Blood spluttered inside the sink, creating a gruesome sight. Riley was hunched over said sink, trying to catch her breath. "No, no, no, please. This can't fucking happen, not now, please." She complained, but her voice was filled with genuine anger instead of pity for herself. She was more concerned about staining her dress, in fact, than the actual ailment that had caused her to throw up. Today was Eron and Frema's wedding and Riley could not let her 'stupid cancer' get in the way if their happiness.A knock resounded on the door of the washroom. "Riles, are you okay?" Her husband's voice came and she shouted back right away,"I'm fine, babe. Honestly, you don't have to look for me every two hours. I just needed to pee." "Oh okay, we'll be heading to the church now with the groom. I'll be expecting you all later, okay?" He said and she replied back with an 'okay', waiting to hear him leave. He finally began to head out and then she turned on the tap, washing every evidence of her b
"I cannot believe I'm at Eron's funeral. I've always wanted to meet the man, but not like this, you know." It was yet another fangirl, on the phone with her friend as she passed by Eron's open coffin.Frema stood over the coffin, her eyes glistening with unshed tears as she watched him solely.. or better still, what used to be him. She was the only one who stood there now, as she had chosen to be the last to see him again. His body no longer smelt so bad and she realized it must be from the preservatives they'd used on him. She shook her head when more memories of them started to flood in. Her chest was constricting with so much pain and the tears now flowed at their own will but she stood there and let it all out.He had no family member to be here for him and everyone who came were either acquaintances or business partners. And then, her family. Almost everyone walked around nonchalantly, they even looked like they were at a mere business event and the only time she saw them twist t
Frema shook with tears as she caressed her son's hair. Eron had set everything right and the truth was finally out in the open. He had just kept the properties and everything else to multiply everything tenfold. Maybe at first, his plan had been revenge but when he had said he changed, it was actually for real. Everything about him was real and now, it was too late to say sorry. Too late to make anything right. Eron might have died alone, but he'd taken a part of her to his grave while he was at it. A part she was afraid she would never be able to recover. So, the tears flowed down her cheeks until she had to hide her face in her palms as she cried uncontrollably. The boys were asleep, so she tried to be as quiet as possible, but she still got nudged by a small arm after a while. She wiped her eyes frantically and took her time while looking up. Josh spoke first, "Are you okay, mommy?" She nodded immediately, flashing a fake smile in his direction. Josh did not seem convinced. He car
"Mom, I think I'm being followed." Titi complained, breathing heavily as she took out a bottle of water from the fridge and began to down its content. Kayla raised a brow."Followed? Girl, what the hell are you saying? Why would anyone follow us?" She questioned, becoming alert at the same time. Titi finished drinking and tossed the bottle, taking a seat to catch her breath."Hell, if I knew. One minute I'm walking back from this boy's home and the next, a black car—""Hold on, what boy's place?" Kayla snapped, cutting her off, to which Titi rolled her eyes."Stay with me, mom, that's not the problem here. I was being followed. FOLLOWED, by God only knows who, and I was being followed for almost one hour, but since I didn't have money for any Uber, I kept walking faster, hoping I'd lose the creep. I didn't. He only drove past our house when I got here but I swear he was following me." She said and Kayla stared at her daughter some more before grabbing her, only to spin her around to c
Frema tried visiting Riley's ward which was in the same hospital, but she was told that Riley had been discharged. Arsen had actually let her know that Riley was surprisingly getting better and she had a long time to live, according to the doctor. Frema did not want to pay much attention to the announcement of a deadline, so she didn't. If she did, she'd be counting her last days with her bestfriend and even if it seemed like they had some more years, Frema had actually been banking on forever, so it was hard to settle for less.Riley was back in her house, when Frema finally got home and she clapped her new nails in her friend's face as welcome."Your bitch is back." She mouthed and Frema could've burst with joy."Damn right, she is!" She replied, going in to hug her senseless. The two women shook with laughter, and then tears.. but they remained in the same position for long minutes, sapping a feel of comfort from each other. They reluctantly pulled away after a while and Riley cupp
Frema could not help how shame covered her entire skin like a cold blanket. Her flat shoes thankfully produced minimal noise against the tiles of the hospital as she tried to find the ward she'd been directed to. She tried to convince herself that she was only here because of the dream Josh had but it only seemed like she was lying to herself. She had only needed a reason to be here, and upon getting that reason, she called in sick at the ‘new’ place she worked in and prepared herself to see him.On getting to the door of his ward, she pushed it open warily and stepped inside, shutting the door behind her before she looked up at him. Her lips parted in shock at the sorry sight in front of her, and she gripped the door handle for support when she stared on. The person on the hospital bed was anything, but recognizable. The pictures on TV was censored, and did not do him any justice. In real life, he looked like a lost cause. He resembled a corpse, a literal one. He was covered with a f
Monday arrived, three days later and Frema ran around the house again, trying to set everything up for her now ‘three children’. She checked her watch minutes later, while the twins and Halsey ate breakfast quietly. She sat with then too, but she had no appetite to eat.Her phone beeped while she was twirling the contents of the plate around and it made her sigh in relief as she picked up, without bothering to check who it was. She could not have her children know that a woman had called her fat to describe her the other day at the grocery store and a handful of people agreed with her indirectly. She couldn't tell them that. So, she answered with a cheerful voice,"Frema Michelson." "Dad's lawyer called." Arsen's voice resounded from the other end. She sat straighter."What? Why?" She queried, curiosity eating her up already."He refused to tell, but he said it's something very important. You know he stopped talking to dad, right? I'm surprised." Arsen said, sounding as confused as s