LOGINCarl has only taken four steps when his movement slowed. It was so hard to keep up walking at the pace he was thinking. Something about that woman’s voice scratched against old memories buried where he didn’t like looking, she also looked a lot like the picture he saw on the office wall. He frowned slightly but kept walking. He could've stopped but Carl was not one for sudden remembrances. There were so many lookalikes I this world he concluded with a shape smirk. It was impossible. A woman as fearful and quiet and tearful as Emily could never make it pasta beggar in life he smiled to himself. Yet that woman, she looked at him like she had already survived worse things than him. And that little boy, there was something about him be needed to investigate. Behind him, Leslie tugged softly on Emily’s fingers. “Mom?” he whispered. Emily looked down immediately, the sharpness leaving her expression at once. “Yes, baby?” “That man is mean.” Her lips curved faintly into
There was something about that Monday morning. Maybe it was the weather. Maybe it was the strange calmness sitting in Emily’s chest after years of carrying storms that broke her. Or maybe it was because somewhere deep down, she could feel life preparing to reopen a chapter she had buried long ago. Leslie sat quietly in the backseat of the BMW, swinging his little legs as he hugged his toy dinosaur against his chest and watched the trees zoom by rapidly from inside the car. “Mom,” he called softly. “Hm?” “Can we still get pancakes after this?” he asked softly. A faint smile touched Emily’s lips as her fingers tightened gently around the steering wheel. “You’re already negotiating before breakfast?” “That means yes.” She laughed quietly. He was tender, cute, a reminder and an anchor at once and God, she loved this child. The city stretched around them in silver towers and rushing traffic, Flete no longer looked frightening to her anymore. It wasn't Grethon that spat
It had been five years since she arrived here. To err is human, to forgive, divine. Yet forgiveness depends on the offender’s conscience as much as the forgiver’s heart. Emily woke up to gentle kiss on her lips. The soft kind that teased the corners of the mouth and lingered on the tongue with aftermath. Then she turned lazily to the other side of the four-poster bed, an expensive swedish masterpiece. "Honey, honey. It's a beautiful morning" Nicole's cool masculine voice came ringing into her head. He was such a charmer with icy cool blue eyes that stunned any mortal regardless of gender. A mighty physique and masculinity had the veins to adore a woman and knowledge on how to make her happy. Gently, she opened her eyes her face hitting a beautiful sunrise and soothing wind, not the kind that flung her like trash in what felt like only a while ago. She wasn't the battered girl with rags in the rain anymore. Her body was treated, worshipped with love and gold, her movements
The weather remained freezing, thunder rumbling angry as lightning skipped through the clouds. She finally came across somewhere familiar, a small cottage home at the outer edge of the suburbs. Her clothes were torn, ragged, and drenched. Her lower lip bore a rough bleeding cut from the hit on the iron gate, and her heart now had a hole she doubted would ever heal as sounds of Emila's moans and flashes of Carl in bed with her replayed in her mind. She rammed heavily on the door. "Is anyone home? Aunt Geraldine? Can you open the door?" she said peeping through a round hole at the top. The lights flashed on as she saw an old feet approach. The door came ajar slowly, but Emily knew by now she might not be welcome here. Her aunt watched her with a twist on her face, she had taken her and her siblings under her very own care after their mother had passed away. She looked utterly embarrassed, shame clinging to her eyebrows. Beside her, her cousin Belin, had a soft, large towe
She pulled her suitcase through the entrance hall, her eyes bloodshot. All she wanted to do was leave without a sound, disappear into the dark night before she'd fully realize the weight of pregnancy and no where to go to survive for the rest of the cruel night. But as she approached the huge doors at the front, they flung open themselves. Bright white light covered her sight followed by endless cameras flashing violently and frequently, like they had just been unleashed. A bunch of reporters were already pre-informed and available, probably hired by someone ahead of time. Her head throbbed a bit from all the noise. She squinted her eyes to see clearly. Right in the middle of the chaos, with arms folded proudly like she just won a huge lottery was Charlotte, Carl's sister. "Oh, you're leaving?" Charlotte began kindly with a poisonous dryness at the end of her speech. "Go away, Charlie!" Emily said failing to shield her face properly from the lenses her hands were barely en
Emily's fingers flicked over the phone one more time as the elevator glided upwards towards the eighth floor. It was hardly past 8 pm, and she found herself thoughtfully picking up a few things from the grocery store on 12th Crescent Street, just enough to prepare Carl’s favorite meal. Stewed spicy Pasta and the tasty grilled chicken, slightly salted that was how he liked it. She had heard him complaining silently earlier in the day about how rare it was becoming to get a good pasta these days. It had to be the way he liked it and she knew just what he needed. A weak sigh escaped her lips. He had been avoiding her recently like an infection. Not that he hadn’t always kept his distance, but now... she felt like a plague in her own house. He had been recently stressed too much about work, business deals, and contracts. Maybe it would make him soften, even if just a little. Or maybe it wouldn’t. She shrugged lightly. It hadn’t worked before. Still, she tried, she hoped. She alwa







