Two broken hearts stared into the night, their body numb and broken to the wind. Lisa watched Nathan as he stared into the dark. His feelings for Jane ran much deeper than she thought possible.Of course this was often the case with most men like Nathan. They seldom loved but when the eventually did, it would be with all their heart and soul. It would be so intense that it ended up destroying them as with the case of the man in front of her.Still, she couldn’t give up hope for him. He was hers first, he was her Lucas more than he was Nathan for Jane. With careful steps she moved to him, putting her arm him to try and comfort him but he pulled away and instead looked at her with the scariest expression she has ever seen. “Nathan…” she tried to reach him again but he pulled away, groaning in the process. “I’ll like to be alone,” he said, his voice barely recognizable. Lisa’s heart broke for him. “At least let me help you back to your room,” she said. But he was far gone beyond reas
The night had gone in a blur with Lisa taking care of Nathan’s wounds and them sleeping off on that same couch. Nathan was the first to wake up. He tried not to grit his teeth in pain when he tried to move, his entire body hurt so bad. Jonas had a mean punch, he would give him that much.What stole his attention wasn’t the sunlight flooding into the room. It was the woman lying beside him that the light rays had rested on.The made her pale skin glitter like it was something out of this world. Which she entirely was. Nathan was slowly becoming aware of this feeling that was creeping slowly into his heart and he didn’t have the courage to stop it. He traced the little space between her eyebrows, watching how it slopes slightly giving her face a heart shape. His mind went back to the number that had called him. If his suspicions were right then it meant his clone could possible be out of jail which would be terrible news. What if the person watching Lisa was him?No, it couldn’t be.
By the time I make it into the building I’m sweating profusely, and my hair is sticking to my forehead. But that’s not the worse part of my morning. Don was standing at my desk the moment I stepped out of the elevator and his expression was not pretty. I could tell how angry he was from his stiff shoulders and stoic expression, not like I expected anything less from him. I walked quietly towards him, bracing myself for whatever he was going to throw at me and he literally threw something at me. A jot pad. “Why are you late?” he sneered the moment that I got closer, his hands clenching into fists at his side and then unclenching again. It was like he was trying to calm himself down for both our sakes and that sent a tremor through my entire body. My head couldn’t come up with an answer, so I blurted out the first thing that came to mind “I woke up late!” I was closer now and could easily see how his eyes turned to slits as if warning me not to implic
Annoyed that someone else was in my sacred space, I match to the back of the tree ready to unleash my anger on the intruder. It’s not until I see a mop of black hair that I halt in my steps. A girl not much younger than myself is hugging a headstone and crying into it. Unsure of what to do I just stand and stare, until it occurs to me that I’ll never be able to nap in peace if I don’t deal with her.I exhale slowly before tapping her shoulder gently. “Are you alright?” Large blue eyes stare at me, the tears streaming down her cheeks make them look like two beautiful pools. “What do you think?” She asks in a sarcastic tone that immediately pricks my skin.“We’ll, I’d appreciate it if you keep it down, some of us are trying to sleep.” My voice is clipped in anger. I don’t even wait for a response as I climb the tree, resting on the lowest branch like I always do.With a deep sigh I close my eyes and will myself to sleep. This is the only place that the voices in my head do not follo
This day made me long for a home outside the walls of my house. Where I don’t have to pretend like I don’t exist, that everything is okay and that I love the silver tiara that is currently seated on my head. It’s funny how everyone surrounding and cheering me on did not notice my tears put out the candles before my breath found the courage to do so. Birthdays for other sixteen-year-olds was a total bliss but not even the lavish party thrown for me could drown my sorrow. I shove a large piece of cake into my mouth, moaning as the sweet velvet hit my taste buds. “You sound like a dying whale” my brother’s voice interrupts my inner turmoil making me groan. The last thing I needed was someone witnessing my mini breakdown. I love my brother very much, but this was bad timing. “Go away Thomas” I push him away slightly even though I know it’ll have no effect on his huge frame. This only makes him move closer to me before wrapping his arms around me. “You know I hate se
I looked at my dull brown eyes which was a result of the uncomfortable contact lens that I knew was a bad idea but wore them anyway. I was a person now and was going to look every bit of it. My now short hair hung down the side of my head in uneven waves just barely reaching my ears. I tucked in my crisp white shirt which was no doubt the cheapest in the building into my pants that must’ve seen better days. My phone kept ringing disrupting what was supposed to be a badass imagination of myself busting into the office that was on the floor above me and shooting my boss in the head. It would have been game over for everyone. Finally picking up the phone and connecting the call, I spoke “What is it Charles?”, Unable to conceal the irritation in my voice. I rummaged through my suitcase that was on the floor leaning into the side of my leg. I needed to make sure the files and fake documents I had in them were not abandoned in the drawer at home. “What are you still doing
You act so much like your father”.Those were the words spoken by my Grandmother once many many years ago.You shouldn’t be surprised to find out that I didn’t know my father and this is because I never met him.He was gone months before I was born, but from the stories I have heard about him, he was nothing spectacular, and this is mainly because I choose to believe he wasn’t. So this isn’t a sad story about how I was unfortunate to not have had him while growing up, I did not miss much there .Maybe I did. Maybe not. The good thing is that I would never know now and I can say I give a damn.Don’t really be surprised since you couldn’t expect me to have anything other than complete resentment for someone who would decide to leave his family at the slightest bit of inconvenience.Well he didn’t just leave by packing his bags one good day and riding off into the sunset on a good evening.Maybe if he did that, I might understand that he just wanted a change of scenery of some sort.I
I spent the rest of my night tossing and turning, which was really what I pretty much was expecting to happen. The entire nap I took during the day was more than enough sleep I have had since I was a baby, so me hoping for another round of sleep to come to me on that same day was simply me asking for too much from Morpheus.I had talked to Olivia for a bit, before I let her go to bed. I had told her about the long nap that I had taken during the day, she was of course surprise just before she volunteered to stay awake to keep me company, but I had refused.It wasn’t the first time that she had offered, and on those other days I would mostly agree because I was truly a sucker for her company. Yet on most days I would turn her offer down because even though I enjoyed the nights we stayed up together, it would just be really unfair on my part for me to expect her or even let her make it a frequent situation when she naturally had not single problem with sleep.So for tonight, I had turned