As I got inside, I heard grandma singing along to Glenn Miller's 'always In my heart.'
Her beautiful voice blending perfectly with Glenn's. I normally would have gone to the Kitchen, hopping on the counter as I munched on an apple, telling her about my day.But for the first time, I didn't seek her presence, neither did I want to talk to her. I had forgotten our screen door was an alarm on its own.
"Hey! Vero! Is that you?" She called out, and despite my mood, I knew I couldn't avoid her and go to my room, so I moved into the kitchen.
"Good afternoon Grandma." I greeted and walked to the fridge to get myself water to drink. My throat was parched from all the crying I did In school after I walked out of the cafeteria. I wondered if my eyes were red too.
"I didn't hear your car. Didn't you bring it home?" She asked as she sliced onions. Luckily, I was far away from her, so my eyes didn't sting even thou
I said I won't regret the choices I made, but I was blinded by anger, and we never make the right choices when angry... Veronica I rushed to the bar, needing something to calm my short up nerves down. Different boys were trying to get my attention as I walked by, but I couldn't care less. I needed something to wash off the bitter taste of the words I said to Lily. Having never drank beer before I wasn't aware it tasted bad so I spat the beer out directly on the guy beside me, drawing a little attention from the little crowd around. I probably would have been mortified, had I not been wearing a mask that covered most of my upper face. I began to apologize profusely to him, but stopped short when he burst out laughing. "This was just what I needed." He commented, still laughing. His weird behavior at being the recipient of warm bear coming from another person's mouth, was di
Sometimes we break hearts not to break hearts, but then we end up with the same pain. Maybe one pain could be slightly greater than the other....Hunter The air was filled with the slightly creepy and sterile scent, that seemed to never stop plaguing hospitals. It was one of the reasons I disliked coming to hospitals so much. They practically had to drag me for checkups. Being in a hospital always seemed to act like a constant remainder of how fickle life could be. One moment you're alive and well, the next you could be confined to a bed, fighting for the right to live. With nothing to do, I stared blankly at the flat screen tv, placed at the topmost corner on the right of where I sat. The images passed quickly but I wasn't paying any attention to it. Since we got to the hospital, I hadn't gotten any news from anyone. And Grace, unable to stand me, had removed herself to wherever it was she felt would better save her from seeing
With the things he wouldn't reveal, he punctured her heart, leaving it damaged and broken. She trusted him with everything, and this was how he paid her back. She told her heart she didn't need him, it called her a liar. She had to agree with it. She was trying to lie to herself.... Veronica I couldn't do much but watch her leave the room hurriedly. I didn't need a fortune teller to tell me I had messed up big time and I probably would have a lot to fix after I got discharged. I just couldn't explain why I was acting the way I was. It was no secret I didn't like talking about my parents. I probably should have told her the folks I said were my foster parents were actually my adoptive parents, but that wouldn't be happening now, especially not after what I found out today during our session. A soft knock on the door brought me out of my thoughts, and I turned, hopeful that it was Veronica returning to me. The door swung open and
Veronica It had been over an hour since I left the hospital. My confrontation with Hunter made me feel a little off-kilter and I tried my best to prevent the feeling eroding my peace of mind. I could have gone home straight but I didn't as I knew it would be me and Louise for company. I loved that cat, but I didn't need his meows demanding I do what he wanted. If he wasn't careful I wouldn't think twice about giving him up or taking him to the nearest shelter. The fact that I was thinking that way, only proved how angry and frustrated I was. What was there in telling me about his parents? I wondered. Okay, so maybe-just maybe, I hadn't been forthcoming with truths about my family situation, as I avoided mentioning them or making reference to them, at least I didn't make him feel not trusted, or whatever he felt that made him unable to speak to me about his folks. The thought to go back and challenge him almost made me stand up from the
Louise had been lazily stroking himself, his gaze fixed on the green light emitted by the microwave timer. It had been hours since he last saw his owners, but now it was night and he was hungry. It was this pitiful state that made him stare intently at the door like it would open at any moment and they would rush into the house with lots of treats in hand, and apologies for starving him. So potent remained his stare and focus that he didn't see the shadow lurking from the crack under the door. His eyes darted quickly from the door knob to the crack, when it finally caught his attention. He stood on his four paws quickly, excited that he would finally get to eat something, but he drew back gently when the shadow stilled, not moving. Something about that made him jump down from the cream colored love seat he had been luxuriating on; his owners didn't linger neither were they silent about their entry. He took shelter under the love seat, his yellow eyes
Jameson had just taken his first sip of his coffee when his wife, Betty, came in. He watched her and noticed she was avoiding looking in him the eye, something that she only did whenever she had done something he wouldn't like. Knowing what was coming, he fortified his mind to be prepared for whatever shocking thing she would say to him that might offend him. She took the pot of coffee he had made and poured some intoghe dainty tea cup she preferred, putting no sugar but drowning the coffee in milk. He shook his head gently at her longstanding absurdity while a smile played at the corner of his lips. Since he was resting on a side of the counter, she took the opposite side directly in front of him. Jameson banished worry from his mind when he saw she didn't speak, instead she had her eyes glued to the cup of coffee she was holding. "What did you do now?" He asked finally when she didn't speak. "Come on, tell me. I promise to be benevolent and take
I was whistling happily as I got out of the lift, my hands filled with two brown shopping bags. My talk with Cherry had succeeded in boosting my mood. Knowing we had next to nothing in the fridge, I decided to go grocery shopping on my way home. To appease Louise, I bought him chewy meat sticks, hoping he'll go nuts over it and forgive me for neglecting him. As I juggled the bags on my arm, my neighbor came out of her room carrying a white shopping bag filled with whatever it was filled with. I tried but failed not be amused by her outfit choice. She had on an army colored yoga tank top tucked into a white sweatpants leggings, her hair was held back with a huge red head band and she had a pair of blue shaded avaitor square sunglasses, her lips brightly colored red. She gave me a warm smile and I returned it naturally. "Coco where are you off to this morning?" I asked because I was curious to know. She gave me a sly smile before she answered, "there is a new hunk that
I forced myself to continue watching the sports programme my father was ardently watching. I definitely didn't feel like watching or listening to anything at that moment, not even my favorite sport. I had more serious things to think of than to think of how Chelsea were at the top of the premier league table and Manchester United were no where to be found, when I had my unresolved situation with Veronica. After going through everything that happened, I knew I probably deserved her ire. But I didn't think she would have been so angry she wouldn't have checked up on me. Wanting to stop feeling bad about it, I kept telling myself that she probably called me but couldn't get me as I wasn't with my phone. But as time passed, my anxiousness grew and I wanted out of the hospital. I looked around the large VIP room my parent had transferred me to the other night. The rich really knew how to live; even their hospital rooms were something extraordinary. Everytime I found myself enjoying the b
EpilogueWriter's povThe smiles on the faces of the guest as they watched Hunter kiss Veronica couldn't be qualified with any English word. They all shared in the happiness of the Most unlikely yet likely couple of the year. Diana smiled as Mark kissed her cheeks, while rubbing her over grown tummy holding twins. Cynthia and Paul were also smiling, no baby yet, as Cynthia had infertility issues, but they didn't let it ruin their joy or their love. Kelly watched as Leon held her baby, feeling content and at peace. Her father had been released, his paralysis had not been permanent, now able to work after treatment. Personally, this writer would have loved it if it had been permanent, but she was all about forgiven9and second chances. Thomas had been found guilty and was given a sentence of sixty years with no chance of a parole, but Robert, his wife, Jameson and sometimes Veronica, without Hunter's permission, were occasional visitors. He had confessed to all hi
Veronica's povI looked around the room I had been locked in when I woke up, quickly taking in the double bed, the flat screen TV, the door I knew led to the toilet, and the brown closed curtains. I would have yelled but I couldn't as Thomas had gagged my hand and tied my hands and feet. I wondered how long I had been out as I remembered struggling with Thomas. It felt weirdly familiar and I couldn't say why. According to the picture, Hunter was supposed to be the one that kidnapped me since he was the one I left with, but he wasn't the one that kidnapped me now, so what was going on.I totally didn't remember anything as I had been heavily drugged, but would I have allowed the man that raped me be the one that I felt most comfortable with?Something wasn't adding up and I didn't like it. I saw the doorknob moving before I heard the sound and the door opened. Thomas came in, carrying three bags filled with things. He saw me sitting on the bed and smile
Hunter's povI slammed the door of the car, causing some birds resting on a tree to take flight over my head. I looked around the place, wondering why it looked totally decrepit like it had been abandoned."Welcome to bridgeforest." Leon said, spreading his arms round as he read what was written on the old and dusty signboard that had other illegible hand writings on it."It looks abandoned." I stated the obvious as I turned to watch Leon."If you go in, you'll find police tape around some areas of the forest. It was sealed off after the rape and kidnapping incident that took place there." He informed me. I already knew this, not the tape surrounding the cabin, but the incident that took place. It was clear that if the place was a crime scene, it would have been closed off." You ready? " he asked, waiting for me so we could go. I nodded and then he began to walk towards the wood.It took a while before we could get t
Writer's povRobert opened the door of the room and came out, scrubbing a hand down his face as he walked out. His wife had been so tired lately and she couldn't get up as early as she used to as she felt tired. He dragged his feet to the kitchen so he could get a cup of coffee so he could start his day. He stretched and lifted the coffee beans from the first cupboard. It closed with a small bang. He turned to pick up the coffee pot sitting patiently on the isle in the middle of the kitchen."Lovely house!" Robert heard before he could finishing turning. He walked back some steps, looking at the relaxed figure of his half brother. He wouldn't have been that scared if he had known he was there. His eyes quickly roamed the other's body. He moved back to the isle, resting his body on it when his hands went to the spot under the isle where he kept his gun."Looking for this?" Robert saw the gun he been trying to get in his half-brother's palm. Even though the way th
Hunter's povI turned to look at Veronica who had been pretty strong so far, that was till we got on the plane. At the airport, I noticed she was always looking around like she was jittery. I confirmed that by suddenly calling her and she jumped, before proceeding to tell me lies about how she was doing great."I am doing great!" She said on a slightly hitched voice and a thumbs up like she was encouraging me. I shook my head and turned back to check the departure time."We can still go back, and you'll call and send him a gift or book a cruise for him." I said, dragging my eyes to look at her. Her response had been to shake her head, taking a deep breathe in before she told me she was not backing down. Don't get me wrong, I was exceptionally proud of her and her courage, but I knew it was never easy to do something till it was time to do it.Now, she had her fingers digging into the arms of our business class seat. We were both watching a comedy movie sh
Writer's povTom rubbed his palms nervously together as he waited for Duncan to come pick him up. He kept trying to remember the plan and not fail because his freedom from debt depended on what he was about to do. Thinking of the night he cried to his mother about being in trouble, he took his phone from his back pocket and pressed the speed dial number one. He waited for her smooth, calming voice to come on, but the voice he heard was totally different and unexpected."Who is this?" He didn't even bother with a greeting, although he found the voice slightly familiar."Good morning to you too Tom." The man said, irritating Tom more. " This your neighbor from the front." He said, purposely not mentioning his name. Tom saw red, wondering why his mother would be with the middle-aged muscled ex-cop infront at that time. As if he could read his mind, the cop said."Don't worry, she's fine. Your mother and I have been meeting for coffee recently, and we'v
Writer's povMark opened the door to his room, stepping in tiredly. He wondered how he was supposed to prepare for the match the next day especially when he had been so busy to train. Luckily he had been training everyday, unwilling to let that part of his former life go as it was kept him fit and strong. He had just finished talking to Cherry, telling her a story of his time in the orphanage. Cherry loved listening to her father's stories from his time when he was younger,but her all time favorite was the story of him and Diana."I wish I can have a love story like yours and mom." She sighed, looking up at him from the bed, very disadvantaged in height even with him seated. Mark didn't know how to feel about her having a love story like his and his wife because it hadn't been easy at the beginning."I think it's better you have your love story, with a man that will cherish and honor you for life.""But that is what you have with mom? Is it ba
Writer's povDulce turned to look at the person causing the commotion at the door. What she found was totally unexpected. Adams strolled him into the room, walking like he had no care in the world. Everyone turned their heads towards him, watching him as he slinked close to where she stood. He seemed oblivious to the attention he was getting. Philip ran towards the corridor where he had seen Mark enter.Dulce hitched to slap Adam for daring to come to for the wake, but she held back, using one hand to hold the other. Adam made a big fanfare, clearing his throat loudly as he dipped his hand into his suit pocket to bring out a white envelope."I am so sorry for your loss Dulce. Simon was a great man." He said, his eyes totally revealing the insincerity of his words. "At the hospital, I tried to offer my help in paying all the bills but Mark decided to interfere and I couldn't." Diana came to stand in front of Dulce, using her body to shield her. He looked at
Vanessa's pov"Whew!" I exclaimed as I packed the last of my things into my bag, looking around the room incase I might have forgotten something. Nope, I hadn't.I zipped up the bag, wondering how I accumulated more things when what I brought hadn't been as much. You'd think I bought more things and in a way I did get new things, I just wasn't the buyer of those things, I was only the receiver. Helen I found was a serious shopperholic, who especially shopped when things weren't going as well as they should. Hunter's sister, Adriana, too was a hard shopper, buying anything and everything as long as it caught her interest. I got involved in it because they both loved gifting, giving me things when they bought in twos or threes. I had gotten a lot of things I wouldn't even need like a cute dog head tooth brush holder, a twirling shaving stick and many more. It was worth mentioning that I also got some new clothes and dresses. I had throughly enjoyed my stay with them in X