Matt
It's two days before Lucy's divorce. She's been acting all calm about it but I don't need to be a psychic to know just how she feels, especially now she's had a big fight with Antonio and he's leaving her after the divorce is final.
I don't know what caused the fight but it's the first time in all of Antonio's fourteen years he's angry with his mother. If it was Jacey, then I'd understand because she was more of the hotheaded one like her jerk of a Dad. Antonio has always been mindful of his temper and his words too; if he'd ever get upset, he would just walk away and after some time, he's back to his usual self.Maybe the divorce was getting him stressed out or maybe he'd just want his parents to remain together. I mean, who would want their parents divorced if they could help it? But I vote for them getting divorced;Thomas doesn't deserve my sister at all. He just wanted her for as long as it brought good publicity for him. Now that Ingrid is"I just want you to make friends and have a normal teenhood. I'm just trying to look out for you.""My Dad abandoned me when I was ten, my mom then married a psychopath who abused us, four years later she is murdered by her husband, now my Dad is back again and I'm hearing that I might be a psychic! Please tell me, how I can have a 'normal teenhood'?!" I chose to stay mute; I mean, what could I say to that? She's already angry, there's no need to provoke her further."Do you like art?" I asked as a thought came to my mind. She glanced at me , then shrugged."Probably, I haven't seen much. I love photography and I sometimes wonder what my pictures would look like if I paint them instead." She loves photography? That's great, it was a favorite hobby for me as a kid."Photography is awesome! Would you want to learn more about it? Travel and take pictures? What kind of pictures do you take? Landscapes? P
I sat on a high stool and sulked as my eyes trailed after them. Richie gave her a blank canvas and a pallette, then he stood aside to watch her paint. She took a brush and dipped it in a paint, but I couldn't see what color it was as I sat away from them; just as she was about to make a stroke? Someone shrieked and rushed to hold Claire. "Oh my gosh! Archie, yo
Now, she suddenly decided to renovate it and let our old tradition return. I guess we'd be spending our holidays there again. "Hello Darling!" Mom said brightly, squeezing Claire with so much love. "You look tense, are you okay?" She asked as she broke the hug to look at Claire. "Yes, I'm okay." Claire replied, looking around at the workers. "What's going on here?" "I'm renovating the house, it's been ages anyone spent time here." Mom said in a faraway voice, then held Claire's shoulders. "I lost my dear husband and two months later, I heard I'll be having a grandchild. I guess it was Philip's way of consoling me. It's too bad I wasn't there while you grew up." "Why weren't you? I always asked Dad if we could come visit yo
As soon as I got out of Claire's room, I bumped into Lucy who was eavesdropping. She quickly stood straight and pressed her lips together, suppressing a laugh. "What are you...?" She shushed me and led me to my room. "You guys made up?! I'm so glad Matt!" She said excitedly as soon as we entered my room. I gave her a smirk and went into my walk-in closet, taking off my wet clothes and putting on dry clothes. "Everything is going so smoothly. Hopefully, Antonio will refuse to go with Thomas and I'll have my kids with me." Lucy was saying while I changed my clothes. I could feel her pain. I never wanted to divorce Doris because I didn't want to lose Claire, even if it meant I'd never be with the love of my life Abigail. "What do you think, Matt? Do you think Antonio would chan
The minutes blended into hours and Richie arrived with his family for dinner. Claire was already downstairs when I got there, talking excitedly to Nessa. When did that happen? And she was holding a bouquet of roses. I couldn't tell if Nessa gave them to her as a peace offering or if Archie gave them to her.Abigail was there too, chatting with Luciana and Margo, Richie's wife. Everyone was lost in a chat, even Jacinta was making eye contact with Antonio and I could tell they were communicating privately. Richie was holding his two years old daughter Eva, and he was arguing with Archie, just like always.No one noticed me.Anyway, I took my sit next to Richie and diverted his attention from his son. The food arrived and we all ate, still talking as we abandoned our table manners. It was then that I noticed James wasn't with us.&nbs
Claire I was furious and bitter and hurt and... and sad. He lied to me! Abigail lied to me too! I knew they couldn't be just friends, they're lovers. I knew the way they looked at each other was off! Couldn't they at least wait until my Mom's buried? "I hate them both!" I pushed down all the books on my library in anger. How could he do this to me? Is Abigail the reason he left us? So he could be with her? Did he and Mom get divorced? Must be... I mean, Mom wouldn't remarry if they didn't get divorced, right? But doesn't he care about how I feel? Is Abigail more important to him than James and I? What if they are secretly married and he's just lying to me? "Then I'll never forgive him!" I said angrily to myself. I felt my nos
The flight to Los Angeles was a really pleasant one. Although I imagined the airplane to have more passengers, we were the only ones on it.I didn't know how long the flight lasted, mostly because I slept like a log. In fact, when I woke up, I was in a limo heading to my Aunt's house. I guess I'll blame my tiredness on the raging headache that claimed my sleep throughout the night.I planned to support my Aunt but with that state, I couldn't hold up myself. They had given me painkillers that morning but nothing changed. I avoided my Dad until I left with my Aunt and cousins for LA. I still didn't know how to face him and thinking about his betrayal just increased my pain.When we got to their equally large house like my Dad's, I was placed on bed rest. It was better I didn't ruin their last day together by making them look aft
Claire"What?!" I exclaimed, waking James up. How long was I unconscious? Two days?! That's longer than the last time."Claire? Are you okay now?" James asked me but my attention was on Jacey. I tried to talk to her in my head, I wanted her to read my thoughts."Why are you looking at me like that?" She asked, confused. I was equally confused, couldn't she read my mind?"How is it possible that I would be unconscious for two days?" I said clearly in my head. She just stared back at me."Can't you hear me? I'm trying to communicate with you.""Oh! Through thoughts? That won't work anymore.""Claire?!" James snapped, clearly annoyed I'm ignoring him.