ELENAIt was my luck, to a point. I was happy—not entirely but at least, have my phone. They had given it back to me and many answers would be given to almost—if not all the questions I had. “Thank you, Mom. Thank you, Dad.” Once again, I greeted. There was nothing more I had to say. All I wanted now was privacy—as much as I could get. “I'll be in my room.” Standing up at that moment, I was leading my way back up the stairs, many thoughts running around in my head as I feared the unknown. What now? What do I expect? Thoughts—many of them that I couldn't control ran around in my head. “Maybe this was a wrong idea—” I opened my mouth and spoke, changing and making up my mind to be in the space of my bedroom. At least, before making any assumptions or conclusions. After a while of walking, I stood in the space of the bedroom—holding back myself from screaming. Before anything, I took a seat. Not on the bed, but on the couch. A place where I did a lot of thinking. What was going
ELENADays passed. The day my parents would finally show up at the house arrived. I couldn't help but hurry out of my room this morning so that I could help Nana with the chores. I never really did this—I didn't want to. But something made me stay back and help. Maybe. Just maybe my parents would be nice to me when they saw how much effort I put in making this happen. Even though my second heart knew they didn't give a fuck. “Good morning, Nana.” I snapped out of my thoughts and caught up with the dining area where I had seen her. “Good morning, Child. Did you sleep well?” “Yes, Nana. Thank you.” I stopped when I reached the spot and let out. “What can I help you with today? I'm sure you need my help with something.” At the same time, I knew I couldn't stay mute forever. So I let out a confession. “I thought I could do something while mom and dad got back home and saw how much effort I put into trying to change, Nana.” “Oh—” The older woman let out a chuckle. What was funny?
ELENAIt was only one week—one week to my last days in the house. Whatever was going to happen when I got to the school bothered me more than my own reputation. There was no difference, at all. I would be there and humiliated. “Good morning.” I walked out of my room and down the stairs, catching sight of Nana who served a tray of meals. Maybe for my parents—definitely not mine. “Good morning, Nana.” I managed a smile. I didn't know whether I meant it or not. Fear was an understatement of what went on in me and I could not wait for this moment to finally end. “Good morning, Child. Did you sleep well?” Did she really ask me that? I wondered for a moment, confusion plastered on my countenance while I changed my mind and managed the same fake smile. “I slept well, Nana. Thank you for asking.” Then I looked around. “What about my parents? Where are they?” I looked around again before looking at the older woman. “They went to work. I'm sure they should be home by the weekend. Didn't t
CLARAAnother weekend had come. After the huge fight with Rowan, whom I knew would never speak with me again, I made up my mind to concentrate on what I had to do. One of which was making plans for my next publication. Out of my room, I walked. Caleb was somehow in my face. I couldn't even be angry at him—nor look him in the face at the same time. “Good morning.” I opened my mouth for the first time to greet him—then I continued my way down the stairs, soon reaching the diner and settling into the space. “Good morning, ma'am.” “Good morning, Brenda—” I looked at the maid with a smile that plastered on my countenance. Then I recalled some people I hadn't seen yet since I woke up—mom and dad. “What about our parents? Where are they?” “They left the house a while ago—” “Oh—” I looked behind us and he was there. My stepbrother had a smile on his face. “I see.” I looked before me again and looked at the woman. “Thank you for explaining. What are we having today? I'm hungry and need
ROWANThe competition day had almost come. What to do or how to behave was the least of many things I worried about. Clara would be there and we had just had a big fight—one big enough to cause more than enough problems for me until the term ended. Why did I speak to her like that? It was something I wanted to understand. But I couldn't, no matter how hard I tried to. “Shit—” I moved around in the field—more worry plastered on my countenance. Maybe I shouldn't have said those words to her. But did it mean our relationship ended already? I didn't know. I didn't want to think about it either. “Well—” My mouth opened and it shut back—many more thoughts running around to and fro in my head. What was I going to do now? I needed to make peace with her, or else I would be screwed. “What's going on?” The voice of a man I recognized startled me. “I've been watching you for the past ten minutes. You've been moving around like a confused man. Do you want to tell me what's going on?” “Coac
NORAThere was a feeling that came with knowing someone was fighting battles on my behalf. Maybe it wasn't completely mine but at the same time, it was on my behalf because as soon as Victoria did what she was going to do—perfectly, I'd not need to be a stranger to my family. In fact, they would have no choice but to beg me. A smile came on my countenance at the thought of it. The cigarette in my hand was diminishing and I dropped it on the platter before it burned me. “Yes.” The feeling was a good one and there was me who got on my feet to get water while I wondered what exactly Victoria would do. Why should I bother? She said she had it covered and I believed that she did. She needed something from this cause and would work hard towards getting it. Would she not?Catching up with the dining section, I took a seat while wondering what would go into my mouth on this day. Somehow, I couldn't help but hate weekends like this but what could I do? It was yet another day to leave the h