I’ve been paranoid since the meeting with Father, if Drew notices he doesn’t comment on it or ask any questions. . I sigh for the tenth time since we drove out of the house. I know Drew is being patient but with the way he’s tapping his fingers against the wheel I know he’s dying to ask me what happened during the meeting. It’s not like I’m hiding it from him, I’m just waiting till I’m sure what exactly is going on with Sherp till I tell him. There are so many questions that I’m afraid of what the answers will be. The first will be if Sherp has been working for Father the whole time he knew me, which from what Father said I think is the case. Still, he could’ve easily exposed my identity from the very beginning but he didn’t. I need to know what his game is in order to access this situation properly. I mean he gave me the very explosives I used to blow up the boat, why would he do that if he was working for Father? Most importantly, why is he helping Father look fo
It’s not the strong hospital smell that wakes me up or the warm hand on my cheek. But the twinge of pain that starts in my lower abdomen and spreads to my entire stomach. The first word I say is, “Jake,” followed by a sharp gasp. I hold the side of the bed tight and try to will the pain away. But the more I try to act like it’s not there, the more it eats me up from the inside out. Something warm touches my head at the same time I hear a faint voice ask, “Where are you hurt?” I’m in so much pain that I don’t jump with glee when Drew’s worried face comes into my line of sight. He’s alive but my brain is trying to process what’s wrong with me first. It’s a blood shattering battle. “The doctor-” I gasp, “Call the doctor. Oh my God Jake,” I clutch my stomach, bending over to try and ease the contraction that I’m feeling in there. My baby better be alright, he has to be. Drew removes the needles in his arm when he processes what is happening and leaves the room to get t
OLIVIA The hot water running out of the shower head reminds me how late I am on my rent again, especially with my heater cut off in this cold season. I enjoy every bit of it knowing that this gym shower was the only place I could warm up before going back to my beat down apartment to die of cold. When I’m done I wrap a loose towel around my chest and leave the bathroom stall. If I stayed there any longer then someone was going to get suspicious that I was the one always finishing the hot water. I dry up, putting my wet hair up in a two braids. I pull on my basket ball shorts and tank top, my sneakers going on next. I’m about to leave when my phone rings, I look at the caller ID to see its my landlady. I decline it. My fingers swipe across my phone to check if Jess had replied my text but it was still empty making me sigh. She was my bestfriend and my only hope of paying my rent before I’m thrown out. Yes, this was the thousandth time I was asking her to lend me some money and pr
JAKE I’m still rooted to the spot until Kyle shakes my shoulders snapping me out of my daze. “Did you just…” I’m unable to control my thoughts because my nose especially hurts more than my bruised ego. “Just let it go” he says calmly, looking at me like I was some spoilt child. I push his hand away “Easy for you to say because you’re not the one getting punched by a girl in the middle of the street” He doesn’t even seem fazed “Told you we should take the car, you wanted the entire street experience for yourself” “And now I’m totally regretting it” I mutter under my breath. It had seemed nice walking the streets and casually handing out fliers like I see them do in the movies, but with my half broken nose… it was the worst thing anyone had to go through. “Do you want to keep handing it out or do we go straight to the restaurant?” Kyle asks. I look down but there’s only a couple fliers on the floor, the crazy girl must have taken it with her in a haste. The fuck was I going to do
OLIVIA I don’t stop running until I’m outside the cafe that Jess is at. I stop briefly to catch my breath before pushing the door open. I’ve never been happier receiving a text from Jess and it was at the perfect moment, just as I was about to seal a deal with the dickhead. I scoff, good luck was certainly on my side this time. I can’t even begin to imagine what becoming his wife would entail even if it was fake and just for a short period of time. With that attitude of his it is no doubt that no one wants to settle down with him. When I step into the cafe there’s no one except Jess that is huddled in a corner. I can’t help the wide smile that makes its way onto my face, of cause I had someone I could always count on. “Jess” I slide into the seat opposite hers. She raises her head but instead of the normal bright smile that is on her face there’s a certain sadness darkness. “Are you okay? You don’t look so good and I’ve been trying to reach you since forever” I say all at once, t
OLIVIA A jerk to a stop the moment something hits the car with a thud. I turn to Kyle with wide eyes but his expression is blank as always. There’s a downpour and I can barely see as I step out of the car, my suit immediately drenched before I make it around the car. I hear a groan as a body takes shape lying in front of the car. I peer into their face, my heart hammering in my chest in the fear that I might have hit and killed someone. It’s then that I recognize the black eyes that is looking at me, finding it hard to remain open. She mutters ‘Dickhead’ before her eyes close and she goes limp. It’s Olivia. I’m about to scream for Kyle when I see him bending over her. He checks her pulse and sighs so I think there’s no much problem. “She has a bruise on her forehead, pulse is still breathing strong so I think she just passed out from the shock. He says impassively, standing up and regarding me with a stern almost annoyed look. “What do we do now?” I ask with a shrug “Why does it
OLIVIA White and Warm. That’s exactly how I feel when I finally come to. The bright light makes me groan and put my arm over my face. I snuggle into the duvet, a sigh of content falling from my lips at how comfortable I was. Its not until it registers that my room is usually cold not warm that I bolt up on the bed. In place of my peeling pain and frozen in place windows, all I see are white walls and a huge bed that I was just lying in. This is clearly not my room. I try to remember how I got here but my brain can’t seem to recall. It’s not until I look down and realize that I’m naked that the real panic sets in. As I struggle to get out of the bed, I pull the duvet with me and use it to wrap myself up. If I wasn’t in my room then where the hell was I? With quiet footsteps I snoop around the room, checking for anything that would give away where I was or whose house I was in. Someone I make into a walk-in closet that is much bigger than my entire apartment put together two time
JAKE Olivia’s piercing eyes follow me around the bathroom and I can immediately tell that she’s not happy about this. I’m not happy about it too but I couldn’t risk my parents finding her now, they were bound to question her. It would be so easy for my dad to pick her apart with words and no doubt find out about our little arrangement. I couldn’t let that happen. Finally I pull out a towel and wrap it around my waist. At first I had forgotten she was there until she grabbed my junk from under the table and pulled hard. I had to clamp my palm over my mouth to stop the scream from escaping until she finally let go with a huff. I apologized furiously after that which brings us to the present moment. When I leave the bathroom she has her middle finger up in the air which makes me unsure why I’m putting up with her. I dry off and quickly put on my clothes, my door bell ringing at the same time I open my door. With quickened steps I rush to the door and open it too see the flushed fa