When the paramedics reach us, a beautiful African American lady holds my hand.
“Would you please come with me?” She asks me with a warm smile and I nod.
I begin to follow her and I look back.
I see the male paramedic attending to Marilyn and Lizzie and I breathe out a sigh of relief.
Things are finally beginning to look like it’s going to get better.
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“Ms. Jacobs?” I hear a distant voice.
“Ms. Jacobs?” The female voice sounds again and I look forward. I see a beautiful lady.
She could be in her late thirties or less. Her face is perfectly shaped and her eyes are forest
“But when we came here to see you, the doctors called and said he was healing remarkably. They said at the rate he was healing, it was as if he weren’t human.” Wesley helps to explain.“But that’s the thing, he isn’t.” I say to them and they smile.“Yeah, he isn’t.” They both say together.............Where Jason and Griffin disappeared to, I don’t know. But I hope they stay there, and I have a gut feeling that they will.Jason has caused all the havoc he wanted to. He has left me with so many questions, including questions about my relationship with Sterling and so much more.Today is Sunday and Ronald was buried yesterday. Of course, we all
This is the beginning. The start. The very genesis of my love story. I don’t know if I can even call it a love story anymore. But let’s just label it that.My name is Rose.I live New York with my mother. My dad died when I was 13 and yeah, that sucks. Not the living with my mom, but the dad dying part.I hated him for so long. Not because he hurt or treated me wrongly. Matter of fact, he loved me more than I could ever love myself. I don’t even know how to show love like that man showed. And no, it was not an accident. Not cancer or diabetes. It was not homicide or poison. He just came home from work that night, flopped on the bed and never woke up again. Yeah, that’s messed up.
Chapter 2Elevator rides. They can be unpredictable, but most of the time; boring. It takes about two minutes for me to reach down.With the right person, those two minutes can be normal. But with the wrong person, it can be torture.Like today, it’s the wrong person. It’s freaking Sam! The guy that lives two floors down from me. He is...an angel! I can’t find the right word to describe him. He’s just simply heavenly. Heavenlike features and using the word perfect feels insufficient. Okay, okay. You may think I’m overacting and maybe I am. But this guy is incredibly attractive. One of my two million crushes to be honest. I crush on almost everybody! Even girls! It’s just a habit. My life is very routine
“I’m skipping class today!” He yells back with a childish smile. I stare at his back as he walks further away from me. He is almost at the other exit of the building. I really want to see him again, to be honest. But I guess I will, he is after-all my stalker.I start walking towards my class. I glance at the watch on my left wrist and my heart instantly leaps. I’m twenty minutes late for the darn thing! Shoot!I start jogging towards the class’ direction. My legs ache a-bit. I did a lot of squats yesterday. I am very motivated to have a decent behind size.When I reach the door, I hear Ms. Flowers’ voice. I open the red door slowly, hoping to just creep in with no one noticing me.
My full name is Rose Melody Jacobs. I am a Love fanatic. I was named “Rose” because my parents were Love fanatics too. When it comes to dating, I have had my share of heartbreaks. Three heartbreaks. I broke up with them all. I have not been dumped in my life. I have a problem and I may need to seek professional help from a shrink or something because I am seeking for something that don’t exist. A perfect Love. Love that is void of mistakes and imperfections.Well, I know it don’t exist but I subconsciously seek it in all my relationships. So I end up leaving the relationship.I think it stems from the fact that I saw my parents’ Love as perfect and without blemish. It was not, but that was how and still how I see it.
“Are you not coming in?” He says smiling.His eyes holds amusement. He looks so casual. He’s wearing baggy shorts and is shirtless.What in the world is going on? His jet black hair looks ruffled. I see a tattoo on his left shoulder. A beautiful black butterfly. It must be professionally done, because wow. It looks like Art. “Rosie, will you not come in?” He opens the door further and I can hear people talking and laughing inside. Did he just gave me a nickname? He did! No one has ever given me a nickname. Everyone just calls me Rose and I rather like it that way, honestly. Rosie sounds childish. Cute but childish. Eh, I don’t like it. “Don’t call me that.” I push pass him and enter the house
I have to have a talk with Wesley.The one he calls a “friend” is more like a “fiend”. A demon in a beautiful human suit.I love mysteries. I love puzzles with a thousand pieces. I love mazes. I love things that challenge my mind.But, Sterling is a puzzle of a different kind. He seems so simple but yet complex.And the fact that he’s inserting himself in my life cunningly is scary.Why did he choose to befriend Wesley just when we have met in person? Why am I so anxious and spooked around him but yet do all that he tells me to? And those green eyes. Why do they look so familiar? I have so many questions.And I will find the answers to them all! “Rose, we will talk in the morn
He’s here. Sterling is in my room. Well, not actually my room. It’s the guest room, but you get the point.He’s dressed very formally for some reason. Yet he looks amazing. He is wearing a grey suit.It gives him a regal look.His hair is gelled back and he is clean shaven. He smells like expensive perfume. His black shoes are so shiny and the watch on his wrist tells me that he probably comes from money.This man is probably a billionaire bored and just decided to stalk me. But he’s in my class. Maybe it’s his family’s money.I don’t know and for now, I don’t care. I have to get to my mother.“Good-morning