ANNALISE. I was carefully listening to his words, how his eyes were refusing to greet mine and it was aching me but he couldn’t see. He was not looking at me in the first place to notice the tears glistening in my eyes. “Come. Let’s end this pointless relationship.” And I lost my forbearance when he dared to speak what I cannot have imagined, releasing the tears I managed to suppress so far. And brimming with fury, I slapped him hard to knock some senses into his damn mind which astonished him to no extent. “How dare you call our marriage pointless?!” I whisper-yelled. Grabbing the collar of his shirt outrageously with tears scattered over my cheeks. “Annalise?” He called me hesitantly at my unforeseen action as I forced him to stare into my desperation, to witness my love and despair too. I wanted him to see my condition. “Do you have any idea how deeply I am in love with you? That I have given my all to our marriage?” I asked desperately, shaking him a little to hear m
5 YEARS LATER.I was setting the school bag of my four years old son, Jamie. He was messy just like his Father. Sighing, I was putting the lunch and placing the books properly.“Can I take Dahlia to school with me? Please, please, please?” Jamie called me excitedly, pointing at his Father and three months old sister who were sleeping on the couch in the hall.“No, you cannot.” I sighed, frowning at the pair and giving him his bag.“Look, Mama, Papa and Dahlia are sleeping on the couch.” He giggled, clinging onto my arm.Actually, Dahlia was not sleeping last night and Vincent said proudly that he could take better care and took her outside and look at them now.Half of his body was hanging from the couch, holding Dahlia.“Ah, him.” I giggled, shaking my hand after seeing how uncomfortable he must be.“What are they doing outside?” Jamie asked, tugging my sleeves.“Your Papa proudly accepted he could take better care of Dahlia and seems like he is stubborn in proving it.” I sighed, set
VINCENT.There are events in our lives, some we tend to forget, some we ought to remember and some… which we don’t want to exist but they stay in our hearts forever.You never know what you love might hate you. You never know what you consider love is only a suffocation for someone else. In all, you can never truly know what another person thinks of you.And that’s my tale, my lesson, the past I want to burn along with 'her'.But, when I couldn't forget her from my past, could I erase her from my present too?Or is it all going to become ashes?Let’s see where my hate would lead me…I was in my office, engrossed in my work. My coat resting over the throne of the empire built upon my name.I am Vincent Beckham, owning clubs and factories of alcohol, I am at the peak of one’s success. The ruler of greatest temptation. Alcohol. Being only 27, I was at the peak of women’s gaze too, they needed me as much as they needed my supply of drinks, they died for my attention but my heart didn't
ANNALISE.There are choices we make, some we are proud of and some which develop into a scar we have to carry eternally.These are my choices; wrong or not, I don’t know. Choices are irredeemable mistakes after all, leave the past and move on. Then why do I feel that my gone years are going to destroy my future?Let’s see where Vincent’s hatred would lead me…“I should have known. What was I thinking? He is still an insensitive asshole.” I growled under my breath, trying not to cry after being humiliated.Why would he agree to aid me in the first place despite the fact I am a perfect candidate for this position?I was naive to return to his doorstep for a hand, not for my sake but my Mother.He was in my mother’s debt, wasn't he? After coming out of his enormous arena of power and authority with unwanted tears. Wiping them quickly, I hoped to divert my mind from his hurtful statement.I rushed towards the stop noticing when the bus began to leave and I was late."Hey! Hey!" Yellin
I didn’t know what he was planning to do but I can ensure it would be something I wouldn’t be able to forget for the rest of my life. Just like our last meeting from five years ago. “Vincent? Where is he?” Papa asked, coming to me. “He left.” I whispered, leaning against the counter. “So early? Oh, he is a busy man after all. But it was great seeing him, wasn't it?” Papa grinned while saying this and I couldn’t tell him what his beloved was planning to do with me. I wonder who would they support then? “Hmm.” Humming, I turned away, pressing my teeth hardly against each other to control myself from restricting the emotions. “You go to Mom, The dinner will be ready soon.” I whispered. Inhaling deeply, holding the knife, wanting to kill someone or myself with it. “Okay.” Beaming, Papa left me alone in my miserable thoughts. Later at dinner, I remained silent while they continued to talk about the almighty Vincent, stinging my chest but choosing silence, I continued to e
I wish I could close my eyes and call all of it a nightmare but it wasn’t.It was my horrendous reality, the life I accepted and going to bear until these six months are over but on the other hand, I do deserve it and then again, it wasn't as intense or was it?Did I break him to the extent he is nothing but a piece of flesh desiring vengeance? A cold-hearted man willing to break all boundaries in order to etch misery in my soul? Is he truly going to break all ethics just to capture me in his domain?Seems like he would.After running away from his cabin, I rushed to mine.Pressing my palm against my chest to regain my senses. My cabin was right in the corner from his on the executive floor.My heart thumping uncontrollably, trying to neglect what just happened but my mind was unable to and I know one thing for sure.He is not the man I used to know.“Dammit, what should I do?” I muttered, pacing around while making an almost crying face, holding my waist until a voice interrupted m
Why am I angry with my own self after all those years? Oh Lord, where will this late realization be leading me? Shaking my head, I woke up in the morning. I had to be present at work before him and Linda told me he comes around nine so I had plenty of time to prepare. Taking a deep breath, I grabbed a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for work, checked up on Mom and Papa and left for her work. I was on the bus, looking at the busy streets of New York holding a strange vibrance but I was lost in another vintage. With mixed emotions I couldn’t express. Life has an eerie way of explaining itself. Some destroy their future by their past but is it worth it? “It’s a matter of yesterday. Life doesn’t stop for anyone.” Muttering under my breath, I shook my head and entered my opulent workplace. I greeted our receptionist Kylie and left straight for my cabin. “Is it just me or the atmosphere isn’t like yesterday?” I mumbled, noticing everyone who was literally talking and chilling at
With a blurry mind, I tried to focus on my work, hoping to forget what happened because this past week had been terrible for me.The way Vincent looked at me, it was enough to steal my breath. That sinful smirk, warning me that he would prey upon me without a warning at any time.His eyes were enough to induce dread in me. He toyed with me in those seven days with those menacing eyes and smirk.He was scaring me, I didn’t know how long I could bear this but the method of his punishment was so wrong.This is all wrong.“What happened?” A voice called me, looking up I saw Edmond, arching a brow at me. I was in the canteen, indulging in my sandwich during lunch hour with troublesome thoughts.“Nothing… just… tired.” I replied vaguely, looking away, unsure whether I should share my condition with him or not. “That is exactly why you need to relax.” He smirked, coming closer, taking a seat next to me.“How?” I asked, tilting my head in confusion.“We are going to a club tonight, I was