Nobela ni yackkeniM

My head feels like it's about a second away from rolling off my neck due to the heavy bandage wrapped around it. After finally being cleared from the hospital, I find myself in the front seat of a black tinted Range Rover. Beside a man I don't know. The man who is now expected to guard my life from a random threat that popped up on my 25th birthday, of all days. You'd think that after everything I've been through, I deserve peace. Nope!I wiggle in my seat, trying to find a comfortable position to ease my sore back. Before I could shift again, he reclined the seat without warning, and I fell back with a huff."Thanks, I guess? But I don't want to lie down." Without glancing at me, he responds in a cold tone, "Do you plan on living in this car?""No...""Then you'll be fine."I glare at him, speechless. Is this man serious? I re-adjust my seat at a proper angle.As if he can feel my gaze burning through his skin, he shoots me a curious glance. His eyebrows are furrowed, and his lips

It's the day of the funeral, and I still haven't shed a tear. Kaitlyn's palm is sweaty, and I can't help but feel like it's a handcuff. She won't let me go. She keeps tiptoing around me as if she's waiting for me to explode, but doesn't want to be a trigger. But she doesn't have to worry about that happening. Because I feel nothing. My Mom isn't here today. She's on her business trip somewhere. I keep calling her, but she isn't responding. They keep telling me that I need to eat. That I need to sleep, but I can't. Not when she hasn't called to say she's okay. It's so selfish of her. And not only her, but Dad, who locks himself away and walks around the house as if I don't exist. My entire life surrounds them. My entire being is them, and I feel so hollow now that neither of them will speak to me. The two people who mean the world to me went away, leaving me all alone. "Here," Kaitlyn offers, stretching me a bottle of water, "It's hot."I take it, but I make no effort to open it.

My eyes flutter open, overstimulated by the bright room I’m in. The sound of beeping fills my ears, doing nothing to soothe the excruciating pain coming from one side of my head. Then I feel the warmth of someone lying beside me in bed. I wince, finding that I can barely turn my head. Kaitlyn’s soft snores help me to identify her quickly, along with her soft brown curls that decorate my pillow.I don’t attempt to get up. I already know where I am—judging from the off-white walls and narrow bed with lumpy pillows. A few monitors surrounded me, and I could feel the prick of the needle lying beneath my skin. I blink to clear my brain fog, though it does little to help. I groan, “Kaitlyn?”“Hmm?” she responds, though she is barely conscious. She’s a light sleeper in contrast to me. “Kaitlyn!” I try louder, noting that my body is trapped beneath hers. Of course, she found a way to crawl into my hospital bed.She finally stirs, “uhhh, I already told you I’m not leaving,” she mutters. Aft

I'm on FaceTime with my boyfriend when there is a gentle knock at my door.Quickly adjusting my tank top to hide my exposed boob, I hang up without warning. Climbing from my bed, I pace across my carpeted floor to open the door. My Mother's dimpled smile greets me. Her golden brown hair is pressed straight, grazing her exposed shoulders from the strapless green romper she's wearing. "Going somewhere without me?" I ask with a grin. "That business trip I told you about," she responds, toying with the strands of my messy hair. I open my door a bit wider, welcoming her in before walking away. And of course...she doesn't bother to close it behind her. "You look gorgeous. Did Dad see you in this romper?""No," she utters, but I'm already reaching for my phone to snap some pictures."Give me a nice pose, Ms Fashion Designer."She runs her fingers through her hair before tucking her hands in her pockets and turning to the side, "Is this good?""Perfect!" I smile, forwarding it to Dad. I

I don't know why I'm blindfolded, but I can make a good guess that it has something to do with celebrating my 25th."Now take a careful step," Kaitlyn instructs, firmly holding my hand, "and don't fall because that would be really awful."I release a heavy breath. "Let me not remind you that whatever you say tends to usually occur."She snorts, and the sound of it makes me smile. "Don't worry, babe, you're in good hands. Another step."I find a stable footing before planting myself on another platform. "Where are we going? And what's the purpose of this stupid blindfold?""Can you make this any easier?" she swings, but I dodge her sarcasm."No, you should know how much I hate surprises."I hear the click of her tongue as she buzzes around me, fixing my dress, hair, and jewellery. Finally, she whispers in my ear, "Now own it!"Suddenly, I hear the bang of a double door swinging open. The blindfold does little to hide the spotlight surrounding me. I make sure to stand a little straighte