AVA
Melissa has been asking for Ice cream while I drove. It was very, very difficult to concentrate with her persistent whining so I parked my car in the nearest Ice cream parlour and carried her out of the car, walking to the entrance of the parlour.
"Just one Ice cream Lissa, and you promise not to disturb me till we get home?" I asked her while walking, she just nodded her head and pouted. I couldn't help but smile at how adorable she is.
The door of the parlour was opened by a young man who I assumed worked here. He must have noticed how tired I was while carrying Melissa.
I smiled admiring his kind gesture, "Thank you."
He followed us to our seat, standing beside the table while I checked the menu containing different flavours of ice cream.
"I'll have the Pistachio Ice cream and one chocolate Ice cream for her." I told him. He just smiled and left to get them.
Melissa was suddenly quiet which was unlike her. Each time we were out for Ice cream, she usually was a chatterbox.
"Lissa?" I said, rubbing her arm with my hand. The young man that had gone to get us Ice cream just returned with it, placing it on the table, he left.
Melissa hasn't shown any bit of excitement when the Ice cream was placed on the table. She just kept staring ahead of us.
Worried I spoke to her again, "Lissa, look, Ice cream." I said, but she just shook her head and kept it down, now this was getting on my nerves.
Using my index finger, I raised her face to look at me and was frightened by her tear stained face, her eyes which were so white surrounding her dark blue Iris were stained with touches of red.
"What is it Lissa? What's wrong? Tell mama, please." I begged, lifting her from the chair to my lap.
Lifting her hand, she pointed her tiny index finger at the table in front of us and I followed the direction of her finger
"Dada! " She cried.
She pointed at a table of three. There sat a man who was sitting with a lady and a little boy. I couldn't control the emotions swirling inside of me.
Quickly placing some bills on the table, I picked up the ice cream and hurriedly lifted her into my arms. I was battling the tears that were threatening to fall from my eyes when the young man that got us the ice cream approached me.
I think he noticed the scene Melissa had created.
"Leaving already?" He asked in a sad tone, looking down at the cash that sat on the table. When I didn't respond, he continued.
"Are our services not good enough? Did she not like the taste of the Ice cream?"
I shook my head, "Everything was perfect, something came up and we really need to be on our way." I half lied.
He nodded his head in understanding and collected the Ice cream from me.
I raised a brow but he ignored it, dashing into an open door beside him, he came out almost immediately he entered with the ice cream in a take home pack.
I smiled at him with immense gratitude, "Thank you so much, I'll definitely come around some other time." I assured him
"Please do and bring her with you." He said, referring to Melissa who was already asleep in my arms from the tears she shed.
I was a complete mess while driving, weeping and thinking of ways to explain to Melissa that her dad wants nothing to do with her. He doesn't even know she exists, he had locked me out of the house on a rainy night because of nothing but mere lies. He despises me but what kind of marriage doesn't face problems... apparently ours simply didn't tolerate it.
I remember the first time I had called him to tell him about Melissa, even when my dad was against it.
Flashback 2 Years Ago
"Hello Ryan. It's... It's Ava." I was so nervous that my voice came out shaky.
I looked towards my dad when there was dead silence on the other end. My dad had signaled me to put the call on loudspeaker so he could hear Ryan
"What do you want?" His voice was cold. Breathing a sigh, I opened my mouth to speak when he beat me to it
"Listen, I want nothing to do with you and believe nothing will ever change that" He paused for a moment before continuing, "There's no problem love." I was about to get excited about what he just called me.
"You're just a backstabbing whore." Ryan said like it was the most simple thing in the world. He was about to end the call when my phone was taken from me and smashed against the wall by my angry Father.
While I cried every night, he moved on. All the times I wanted to explain things to him and get our marriage back in its fullest, he was busy with his lovers
"Don't ever allow anybody to talk to you that way. If they don't want you, then stay far, far away from them" My dad had told me, drying my tears.
"Promise me one thing Ava, Promise me you'll never go back to him." He begged. I nodded my head before he pulled me into a hug.
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I pulled up in the driveway of my dad's mansion that was now mine. Isabelle must have heard me drive in because she came walking towards the car immediately after I had parked it. She helped carry Lissa into the house with me following closely behind with the ice cream I had bought earlier.
I couldn't help but think about what had happened today. I understand that Melissa is but a child but this is becoming unbearable. It has become torture, pure torture.
Climbing the stairs to my room, I couldn't control the tears any longer, So I let it out. The tears were streaming down my cheeks with no form of control.
I never bargained for this, the thoughts of the day the doctor had announced that I was pregnant came rushing in.
It was a memorable day to me and could have been more memorable if Ryan had been there with me, it could have saved me that night.
The night he left me and my baby to die in the cold and on the streets...
AVA I've been very moody throughout today, so moody that I think Isabelle noticed. I was just not in the mood for anything. I didn't even say a word to Melissa, but thanks to Isabelle I didn't have to deal with her much. "Dinner is served!" Isabelle announced after returning from tucking Lissa into bed. "Thank you so much Isabelle, you may leave" She just stood there. It looked like she was trying to make her mind up on what I'd said "Ma, I'll like you to see me as not just your cook but, but I'm -, your friend too, if there's something bothering you, you can let me know." she pleaded with a sad smile. Hello Miss, just leave her alone, Snapped a voice in my head She stood there staring intently at me, a smile played
AVA"I am Ava Ryan Howard. Heiress to Forever Events with Randolph." I announced.The look on Mr. Jayson's face was priceless.I mean who would have expected the nerdy looking job applicant to be the sophisticated heiress of the company. I wouldn't even believe it if I were him but that's who I am, isn't it?It's take over time, I thought.Taking off my glasses, I dialed Tracy's number while removing the band that held my hair in a tight bun, allowing my black hair fall effortlessly on my shoulder while I watched Jayson cringe in his seat."Ava." Tracy's voice came up on the phone"Tracy, can you come to the manager's office with his letter of termination and all the account details from the company to his account within an hour?""Sure, I'll be on my way." She answered. I didn't miss the excitement
AVAI've been working restlessly in the company ever since I took responsibility.The part that annoys me the most is how close the former manager had been to wrecking this company. I have had to fix so much.If I hadn't intervened, my dad's sweat would have crumpled in the hands of one of his most trusted staff.Sitting in the office all day, my mind keeps going back to my daughter. These days I barely have time for her and it hurts me so much.I don't want to be the kind of mother that neglects her daughter because of her work. I want to be actively present in her life, I hate to admit it but I'm almost becoming a workaholic mother. I miss Lissa.Ever since she came into my life, I've never gone a whole day without her until I start
RYAN"Hey, Ry." The blonde I came home with last night called me.Why can't most of these ladies understand the meaning behind a one night stand?She was rubbing her hands on my chest, when I peeled them off in disgust.Ever since my divorce with that evil wretch, I have found it hard to feel anything for any woman. I'd go to strip clubs thrice every week and pay for the best among the girls to go home with me.I'm usually rough with them. There is a reason it's called having sex not making love. The reason behind it was to ease off pent up energy, no strings. I always make it clear to the girls before they come home with me. I don't want them developing useless, worthless, pointless feelings.My attention was brought back to the blonde beside me. She wasn't even that good and here she is acting all lovey-dovey around me. I hate it when they become clin
AVA It was Friday today, Isabelle was off duty today and was just about to leave Melissa and I. I planned on going shopping with Lissa as I noticed she has outgrown most of her clothes. It has been a while since when last we both went out to spend quality time. I don't even remember the last time I took her to the park, I've been so busy with work. We were in the sitting room, on a couch with her between my legs, watching some kids show as I tried tying her hair up in a bun. "Mama?" "Yes, Lissa, Mama's listening," I said, finally succeeding in tying her hair up in a loose bun. Smiling, she said, "Me want cake!" I smiled back at her, nodding my head, I understood why she craved it. I rarely baked anything but for her I'm willing to go back to my old self. I never got the chance t
AVA I've been finding it quite difficult to sleep at night especially this night. I guess my irregular sleep routine was gradually having an effect on me. Walking into the kitchen, I decided to make coffee and take it with the few cookies Isabelle left in a plate near the sink, when I saw a black bag in the sink. I can't remember putting any black bag in the sink, besides no bag was used during my baking session earlier today. I walked to the sink and tore the bag open to reveal packs of different kinds of contraceptives. My breath became heavy and my mind hazy. Whoever put it there must be aware of the reasons behind my broken marriage, this being one. The night my marriage with Ryan began to crumple. FLASHBACK THREE YEARS
AVAI woke up this morning with a malicious headache.You know the type that makes you feel as though you've been hit on the head and when you try to move your head, the pain is transferred to the other side of your head, making you shut your eyes and hold your head.Slowly, I searched for the aspirin in the first aid kit that I keep in one of the cupboards in the kitchen.After I had taken the medicine, I began making breakfast. I decided on eggs for Melissa and pancakes for Helena and I.Thinking of Helena, I really needed to keep my cool if she asks me about Melissa."Good morning, Ava" Helena greets me, moving towards the kitchen."How was your night?" I asked her, smiling."Better than ever, your bed was soft and comfy." She said, yawingSmiling at her, I nod my head and faced the food
AVA"How do I look in this?" Helena asked me for thehundredth time.I never knew shopping with her would be so much fun.I mean how hard is it to just pick one wedding dress, just one and get the hell out of here.My eyes are hurting terribly from the constant white dresses she puts on for me to check out.Right now, I can't even tell which of the whites is more beautiful or worse and my head aches from looking at one thing for three hours seated at one place."It's beautiful" I admire her, the dress is flare and wide like the type in one of those animated movies Melissa tries to imitate.She sighed "I don't really like it, it's kind of heavy." Here we go again."Of course it is, that's why it's a wedding gown," I told her, rolling my eyes. She's such a drama queen."It r