The flight to Los Angeles was a really pleasant one. Although I imagined the airplane to have more passengers, we were the only ones on it.
I didn't know how long the flight lasted, mostly because I slept like a log. In fact, when I woke up, I was in a limo heading to my Aunt's house. I guess I'll blame my tiredness on the raging headache that claimed my sleep throughout the night.
I planned to support my Aunt but with that state, I couldn't hold up myself. They had given me painkillers that morning but nothing changed. I avoided my Dad until I left with my Aunt and cousins for LA. I still didn't know how to face him and thinking about his betrayal just increased my pain.
When we got to their equally large house like my Dad's, I was placed on bed rest. It was better I didn't ruin their last day together by making them look aft
Claire"What?!" I exclaimed, waking James up. How long was I unconscious? Two days?! That's longer than the last time."Claire? Are you okay now?" James asked me but my attention was on Jacey. I tried to talk to her in my head, I wanted her to read my thoughts."Why are you looking at me like that?" She asked, confused. I was equally confused, couldn't she read my mind?"How is it possible that I would be unconscious for two days?" I said clearly in my head. She just stared back at me."Can't you hear me? I'm trying to communicate with you.""Oh! Through thoughts? That won't work anymore.""Claire?!" James snapped, clearly annoyed I'm ignoring him.<
Do you know that feeling where all the regrets and guilts that you've kept buried for so long burst up to the surface in full force, crushing your very soul? Well, that's how I felt as I saw my Mom for the last time before she was put into the grave.I could barely stand upright, but I had help from Jason as let me lean most of my weight on him. As soon as we met Uncle Mark's family at the cemetery, Jason stayed close to me, asking me every five seconds if I needed anything at all.When the coffin was opened for us to see her and deliver some speeches, Jason held my hand and didn't let go, even after she was buried.My head began aching from the crying, so he took me to a bench where we both sat, still holding hands.I got calm. At least now she can have peace but there's definitely n
MattIt's been a total of two years and eight weeks since I pulled my daughter's unconscious body from the fountain; and ever since then, she has been in a deep coma.I could vividly remember the whole scene; returning from a conference only to hear shouts coming from the fountain side. I saw Claire struggling to keep that bloody bastard Thomas away from Jacey and James and my good for nothing security men were doing nothing!I was running over to restrain Thomas when I saw my daughter flying into the fountain, head first. I went to her instead and pulled her out of the bloody water.She hit her head pretty bad.I took off my shirt and pressed the wounded spot on her head, hoping to stop the bleeding. I was so sure I lost her when my shirt was totally soaked and t
ClaireI need to get away with James... That was all I had in mind as I opened my eyes. I expected to see Frank punching my Mom, but instead, I was staring at the ceiling of an unfamiliar room.Where is James?! I tried to sit up but I couldn't move my body. What happened to me? The last thing I could remember was grabbing James and trying to leave the house when Frank grabbed me."It's okay, Claire, you're okay." I saw someone's f
"Don't worry about this. You should have seen mine, it could soak this handkerchief and still be dripping. I was really fighting against having any psychic abilities." He said in a friendly tone, looking down at the bloodstained handkerchief."Psychic abilities?" He nodded to my question."Yeah, I'm a psychic and so are you; it's a family thing.""Who are you?""Toni." He paused and locked eyes with me for a moment. "I'm Antonio Wagner, but you can definitely call me Toni. I'm your cousin."I got deeply interested. I have another cousin? The only cousin I knew of was Tyler, my uncle Mark's son. It's been so long since I set my eyes on them."I've only had..." I stopped when I felt a viole
The vision cleared and the next thing I knew, I was at a party? I mean, people were just drinking, dancing and abusing drugs. It didn't look like they were celebrating anything in particular. The only thing very strange about that party is the fact that although they were dancing to music, I didn't hear anything. I didn't know why but I liked it as it let me hear the only voices that were important. My parents!
"Stop!" Dad ordered. He walked over to Mom and took her hand, leading her out quietly. As soon as they got outside, he let her go. No words passed between them for a few seconds."I'm really pregnant.""I believe you; you wouldn't come here if you aren't." Was all Dad said."This happened because I wasn't very careful and I know it looks like I'm trying to force myself into your life but it's not really the case. I can't kill my baby...""That's not an option!" Dad said firmly, making Mom's face light up."Good, we just have to...""There's no 'we', Doris. I can't leave Abigail, I love her a lot." Mom's face fell."I'm not raising this chil
The visions became flashes, I could see bits and pieces of my parents life after that. I saw my old home where I grew up with my Mom and Dad before he left. I saw the fights I never knew they had; Mom was always nagging about money and Dad was struggling to get us by.But his family was so rich, didn't he have friends who would get him a job? It was as if his past life didn't exist and he didn't care. He was always kind to Mom and me, he tried as much as he could to get me nice things too.He secretly met his sister but he didn't accept any help from her or even complain about how hard it was on him. I saw how he invited Uncle Mark and his family and how much it meant to Uncle Mark to finally see Mom again.Mom on her part was so cranky, nothing Dad did for her was ever enough. Whenever I was around them, she would put on a fa