“I fucking hope you’re planning on finding this son of a bitch and bringing him to justice,” Amber declares with authority from beside me. My body continues to shiver, the cold penetrating so deep I can feel it turning my insides to ice.“Miss, we’re doing everything we can but it’s not like anyone was hurt,” the officer says quietly, as if somehow I won’t hear.I pull the blanket tight around me, shutting my eyes tight as the tears fall from my eyes, the smell of death lingering in my nostrils while the image of my sweet Ily, mutilated and put on display torments my mind. How can he say no one was hurt? Because she wasn’t human?! She was my best friend and companion. She was the only thing keeping me sane and now she’s gone.Amber wraps her arms around me while glaring daggers at the officer, “According to the California Penal Code 597(a), it’s a crime to intentionally maim, mutilate, torture, wound or kill a living animal, and based on the state of her apartment, I think every single
I feel like I’m watching my surroundings through someone else’s eyes, my entire body running on autopilot as Julian sets my bags down on what I suppose will be my bed for the time being. The spare room in his penthouse is ostentatious, to say the least. Hardboard floors covered by a white, faux fur rug lay underneath a luxurious king-size bed, an ottoman, a single sofa and a lounge sofa, all decorated in shades of white and grey with a jaw-dropping panoramic view of the city through the floor-to-ceiling windows. This entire room is bigger than my whole apartment was. I can’t understand why one person needs all this space. If I were living here, the overwhelming amount of space would just make me feel lonely.“Are you hungry? You probably haven’t had a chance to eat. I could call Brian or order us in something,” he offers with a hopeful expression.I manage to shake my head. “I’m feeling too sick to eat.”His face falls with that look of pity that makes the gross feeling in my stomach
I must have dozed off because as I open my eyes I feel my feet and hands have started to prune, the foam has disappeared from the surface of the bath to be replaced by a milky layer on the top of the water and the water itself is barely lukewarm. I shake off the sleep and reach out for one of the towels, wrapping it around my body as I get out of the tub. I’ve never had the luxury of using a heated towel rack before, but I would highly recommend them. I pull out the plug and get out of the tub, taking my time blowing out the candles. I may not have positive feelings for Julian anymore, but that doesn’t mean I want to burn his place down. I’m sure many women would love to do that to someone who cheated on them, but I’m just not that person.I make my way into the bedroom, stopping in my tracks when I see a big, fluffy black bathrobe laid out on the bed and some fluffy slippers that are several sizes too big.Did Julian give me his robe and slippers?I shake off the mixed emotions and wa
It’s true when they say that everyone has their limits because I’ve clearly reached mine. When my father had his accident, I kept it together for the sake of my family. When I moved and had to start over in the US, I toughed it out and rolled with the punches. Julian cheating on me, hit me like a freight train, but I did my best to push through it. But to go from Julian’s cheating, to being attacked in my own home, to being stalked then to have my best friend and companion mutilated…that’s something not even I know how to push through.My mother has always told me my worst trait is the way I bottle things up. She said one day all my emotions were going to spill over like a shaken-up bottle of soda and she was right. I know I’m safe here in Julian’s home, but every night when I close my eyes I see that figure hovering over me, ready to do God knows what. Every time I walk into a room I see Ily’s lifeless body and it takes everything in me not to break down and cry. I constantly have to
With a shrug, I decide to take a seat at the kitchen island, but before I can sit down I hear the sound of the elevator. Call it PTSD or just me being on edge, but that sound instantly has my body going rigid and images of a masked man barging in with a knife taking over my thoughts. I suddenly feel something touch my hand and I almost jump out of my skin, my heart pounding erratically as my eyes suddenly meet Julian’s concerned sapphire ones. As I see his hand reaching across the counter, I only then realise it was just Julian reaching out to touch me.“Hey, it’s okay. Only a handful of people know the code to get in here, you’re not in any danger, I promise,” he assures me, his voice soft and unthreatening as he attempts to lull me into a state of security.I acknowledge his words with a nod, but I can’t stop my heart from pounding or make my hands stop shaking. The jolt of adrenaline that had rushed through my system left me with an almost pins and needles sensation in my legs and I
This is what I needed.I’ve spent the last two days having a Good Witch marathon on Netflix and I can’t begin to tell you how much it has improved my mood. It’s sweet, wholesome, and every episode has a happy ending. Even if an episode has some person trying to steal from or blackmail someone, by the end of it they learn their lesson and try to be an upstanding member of society. I know life isn’t a Hallmark movie or TV show – the real world features more people of colour, for starters. I’ve experienced firsthand that most people who hurt others don’t give a shit about it and won’t ever stop doing it. So, given the hell I’m living in, I just needed to escape into a world where bad things don’t happen, and people can live happily ever after.The craziest part is that Julian has been watching episodes with me. It started with him bringing me food and drink while I stayed in bed watching episodes on my laptop and then eventually he stuck around to watch. It felt like how things were when
Stepping out of the bathroom as I dab my hair dry with a towel, I notice a large garment bag, lying on the bed with several boxes of varying sizes beside it. The man doesn’t waste any time, that’s for sure. I walk over to open the garment bag when I hear a light knock on the door.I tighten my robe closed and turn to face the door, “Come in.”Julian enters, his face a mixture of hope and tentativeness, “There are some people here to see you.”“See me?” I inquire, suddenly feeling my hands become clammy.He opens the door wide as two very gorgeous women step inside, both dressed in matching white, figure-hugging coats – the kind you’d see someone wearing at the cosmetics or perfume department – black leggings and their braids up in buns with black headbands around their heads that say ‘Be You Salon’ in glittering pink cursive. They both look like they’ve been drinking from the fountain of youth with their gorgeous-looking almond skin, meanwhile, I’m standing here in a robe feeling and
True to his word, the restaurant isn’t far at all, so we make it with barely any traffic. The limo pulls up and Julian is quick to exit, adjusting his jacket and extending his hand back into the car for me. I reach out with ease, taking his hand and sliding out of the limo. He wraps my arm around his elbow, escorts me into a rather quaint three-story building and guides me up the stairs. Once we reach the top we’re greeted by a hostess, who looks at us both with impeccable ambivalence, which suits her job – especially in this city.“Reservation?”“Easton,” Julian replies.After a quick glance, she grabs two menus from her podium and leads us out onto a gorgeous rooftop dining set up with people scattered at various tables just enjoying their evening. It has a somewhat rustic yet elevated décor, with structures and support frames that really have no purpose other than to allow lighting and garlands to hang and divide certain areas from others. Each light from the rafters and the ones pl
Immediately I feel dread wash over me and those unpleasant gut bubbles rising in my stomach. The urge to check behind me starts to creep in and quickly my head begins to spin.“You couldn’t have phrased that another way?” Áine chastises Irina.“Nothing terrible has happened,” Irina quickly assures me, only easing my dread by a fraction.“Then why did you sound all foreboding like that?” I prod, breathing through my anxiety as Áine rubs soothing circles on my back.“Okay, so that’s on me. I was just going to say…Julian’s been calling me. He’s shown up to my place and left voicemails and text messages, all of him looking for you. I haven’t told him where you are because it’s none of his fucking business. I just thought you should know he’s clearly desperate to talk to you,” she informs me.Just hearing his name causes a pang in my chest. Since I left the penthouse I blocked and deleted his number. He came to the diner a couple times but each time someone covered for me and told him I wa
“Nalani, are you sure about this?” Lamont gently asks, his eyes filled with sadness as he holds my letter of resignation in his hands.“I’m sorry, Monty. I’ve thought long and hard about this and as much as I liked working here and the people I’ve gotten to know, I just don’t think it’s in my best interest to stay. Recent events have caused me to have painful memories here and with what’s going on in my personal life, I think changing jobs would be good for my safety,” I delicately explain.Finding work isn’t easy in this economy but for my wellbeing, I need to put myself on lockdown. I’m looking for new work and I’ll be sure to let my employers know not to hand my information out to anyone who asks no matter what. I’m also looking for a new place to live so I can start fresh. Making sure this guy couldn’t call me is one thing, but he knows where I live and he knows where I work, so the next best thing I can do is change that. Is there a chance he is watching my every move and will st
The sound of glass shattering wakes me from my deep sleep with a jolt. I sit up in bed, my eyes alert and frantic as I look around the room. I reach across the bed, pulling my phone out from under my pillow and see that it’s two in the morning. I unlock my phone and type 911 into the keypad as I carefully get out of bed and make my way to the door.With my heart clogging my throat and cold dread rolling through me, I carefully open the door, make my way to the hallway railing and peer down to the floor below. I glance around and finally, my eyes fall on the source of the crashing. I let out a deep sigh of relief and slip my phone into my pocket as I make my way downstairs. With each step, my concern grows as I watch a dishevelled-looking Julian haphazardly pour himself a glass of vodka while shards of broken glass lay at his feet.His cheeks are rosy, his eyes are glassy – but not from crying – his jacket is nowhere to be seen, and his shirt is rolled up to the elbows with his bowtie
“And that girl was so mean. I can’t believe she smacked the fork out of his hand,” Áine remarks shaking her head, recalling our shift at the diner.“I don’t know the poor guy, but I hope he sees sense and dumps her. No one should be with someone that toxic,” I add as we step off the elevator and into the penthouse.“Even you know when to leave a toxic relationship. No offence,” she adds sheepishly.“No offence taken,” I assure her, making my way to the kitchen to grab some snacks and drinks from the refrigerator.“Are you sure Julian won’t mind me being here?” she nervously asks.“He’s not my warden, Áine. I can have friends over. I had asked Amber if she wanted to join, but she’s swamped at work.”“Maybe next time,” she chirps optimistically.That’s something I love about Áine…well, I honestly love just about everything about her. She is so bubbly and optimistic, just wanting to see others happy. There aren’t many people like her; I just wish she could direct some of that optimism to
Taking a deep breath I try to calm the worms crawling around in my stomach. I place my hand on the door, take in one more breath for good measure, and walk into the diner. I’m only two steps inside when someone scares the daylights out of me by screaming my name.“LANI!”I’m immediately wrapped in a bear hug by Bernadette, who I haven’t seen in ages. She squeezes me tight, rocking me back and forth as her thick wavey brown hair gets all up in my mouth.“I can’t believe you’re back. I was worried we’d never see you again,” she whines in her thick German accent.I smile, hugging her in return and giving her a tight squeeze. “You know me, I’m a workaholic, I was bound to come back eventually,” I say playfully.“Are you just visiting or are you back back?”“I’m back back, I just need to go talk to Gary.”“He’s in his office,” she informs me, beaming.“You’re the best,” I smile, giving her a kiss on the cheek and making my way to Gary’s office.As I’m about to knock on the door, I get an u
Entering the apartment with my shopping bags I’m immediately greeted by Julian’s enraged voice emanating from somewhere upstairs and reverberating around the spacious penthouse. Concern fills me as I cautiously make my way upstairs, the sound of Julian’s pointed words increasing in volume with each step I take. I guess that’s another reason to have an apartment with more walls: they act as a sound barrier.“No, no, NO. You swore to me it was a sure thing, Gradin. You were the one who told me I was a shoo-in for a Best Actor nomination at the Oscars, and now you’re trying to tell me I’m not even a fucking consideration?! I’m not involved in any fucking drama or bad press so either I’ve been blacklisted for some ungodly reason, OR YOU FUCKING LIED TO ME!” he fumes.Yikes…he didn’t even sound this angry when the police were over here. I learned the hard way that Julian doesn’t handle criticism or rejection well, so I don’t think I want to be in the line of fire when he’s upset like this.
“Lani?” calls Julian’s voice gently followed by a light rap on the door.I sigh, pulling my legs against my chest, “What?”“Can I come in?” he tentatively asks.“It’s your house,” I remind him.He opens the door and lets himself in. I look over to see him watching me with a sheepish look on his face. He walks over and sits on the edge of the bed, probably deciding it’s better to keep a safe distance from me.“I’m sorry,” he says sincerely, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. “You’re right, this isn’t happening to me, and I don’t have a right to get so worked up on your behalf and make this about me and how I’m feeling when you’re the one going through this. I shouldn’t have done that,” he admits.“I don’t blame you for getting upset, and I appreciate that you care, but I’m struggling enough to make sense of all this to myself, worrying about you freaking out on top of everything is just too much for me right now and I’m sorry if that’s selfish but I am seriously over
Sitting on the sofa I stare at my hands, determined to pick this frustrating piece of skin that has come up close to my cuticle. I just know it’s going to keep getting caught on things and will drive me insane. I never understand how they occur. You never really see it happen; you just suddenly one day feel a sting or feel something catch, then you look and there is another tiny piece of skin that’s come up from around your nails. It shouldn’t be so annoying, but it is.“Lani,” I hear a familiar voice call my name.I look up into concerned sapphire eyes. They used to smile more, but now they just seem to either look at me with guilt or concern.“Hmm?” I hum.“Here, I made you some hot chocolate,” Julian explains, sitting beside me and placing the mug in my hands. “Sugar is good for shock,” he assures me with a comforting smile.Shock? Is that what this is? Honestly, I’ve been through so many emotions lately that I can barely keep them straight. They’ve all started to bleed together an
***I give Irina and Áine the biggest hugs I can as I reluctantly say goodbye to them. Having them here and spending the day with them has been like a booster shot to the arm. I wanted them to stay and never leave, but I know they have lives to get back to, and it’s not like I’ll never see them again. I guess I’m just feeling homesick for our regular get-togethers.“I want you guys to know you are welcome to stop by any time, day or not. I’ve missed hanging out with you guys,” I say sadly.“On the bright side, your bedroom here is bigger than your whole studio apartment,” Áine chuckles. “For a change, we all fit comfortably.”I smile half-heartedly. As nice as it is here, I miss having my own place. I miss the home I made for myself. That being said, I’m not ready to go back and even if I do, it will only be to pack up the rest of my things and move the hell out. You couldn’t even pay me to continue to live there now.Áine quickly kisses my cheek goodbye and gets in the cab waiting fo