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
At the moment I worry about how much influence Micheal had on her. I know it is a lot, but I am secretly hoping it was not the damaging sort of influence.“sometimes I wonder that I drank when I was pregnant with you that turned you into such a weirdo” ma says with eyes that were glistening.I don’t want to believe that she was hurt by what her son said because she should have expected that whatever came out of Micheal’s mouth to buttress the fact that he didn’t care for marriage wasn’t going to be pretty.Devon had warned her now didn’t he ?I ignore her to look at Rob who was shaking his head side to side and chuckling to himself clearly not eager to engage in the conversation or console his wife.“like I said earlier, this has nothing to do with you and dad. I guess the two of you are a member of the few exception and hopefully Brandon’s would join the small percentage too.”“thank you” I say with a smile because that was as good as any compliment anyone could get from Micheal“so t
I want to ask her how this is even possible?In fact this just didn’t seem possible if you are being logical. I had seen the man in my house just earlier so how was it possible that Olivia had seen him too?Yet again nothing about this entire thing has anything to do with logic. If it did, I do not understand why this so called Sam would be stalking my girlfriend.I mean she has absolutely no part to play in this. Why does he have to rope her into all these exactly.I went from being frozen to getting all worked up for no apparent reason.No I was getting worked up for a very valid reason.I am getting worked up the most solid reason ever.If he was really as dangerous as ma says, this means he has crossed the line with Olivia.“babe?”“hello”“are you still there”“ babe ?”Olivia’s voice finally breaks through my muddled thoughts. She sounded worried. Well at least for the first time she was feeling something along the lines of what I was currently feeling. Turns out I didn’t like it
Today our one month anniversary of our therapy sessions, Jenny and I. It’s been weeks of staring at the pale cream wall of Dr. Kent’s office and hoping that Jenny will miraculously say a word.He says her muteness is as a result of the trauma she had suffered from witnessing her mother’s death. But I think it’s much more than that. To have this constant nagging at the back of my head that I’m the reason she has turned into this shadow of herself is unbearable.It’s the only reason I sit on this mint green couch every weekend and bear the constant reminder of my own guilt.It would’ve been okay if she spoke to everyone else but me. It would have been understandable. Shutting everyone out only signifies the depth of the damage done to her person.I squeeze my hands tighter on my lap and watch her side profile.The blank expression is on her face, with her mouth pulled down at the corners in an attempt of a frown.What I would do to see her smile again, too hear her speak again.“Mrs. C
My hand is unsteady as I try to put on the pearl earring I’m holding. I can’t seem to get the hook in and I blame it on my being a nervous wreck. Drew is still in the bathroom while I’m trying and also failing terribly to dress my self up. With a frustrated sigh I let my head fall to the vanity table. The day has barely begun and I could feel how awful it was going to end already.My black gown was still hanging in the closet leaving me in my underwear. I do not bother to cover up when I hear Drew walk in, it’s nothing he hasn’t seen plus I have no strength for modesty.It’s easy to feel his warmth from the little distance between us, I can tell he had a hot shower. Very hot his hot palm on my cheek is any indication.“I thought you’d be jumping for joy,” he says, his closer than it ought to be.”“I thought the same too,” I say in frustration. “I can’t for the life of me understand all that I’m feeling now. I should be ecstatic, happy that he’s finally gone. This day should be for m