FRE-ENEMIESAnxiety consumes our daily life that we lose the essence of the present moment. Maria worried about one thing or the other 24/7 unable to change things. She always had anxiety and even in her waking moment as she lay in an hospital bed. Maria felt disconnected from the world as her body refused to listened at attempt to open her eyes. She could hear the beep of a machine that was connected to her right arm, like a peg on her index finger, and a drip connected to her left arm. That nostalgic hospital scent was in the air and her mind was foggy to recall how she had ended up there. Aside from hearing and smell, she struggled to move her body and open her eyes. She was awake and aware of her surroundings but was paralyzed to the bed. It was not an uncommon phenomenon and she had slowly learned to overcome it. She panicked, terrified to an extent she thought something grave had happened to her. She could hear voices although faint and it assured she was very much alive. M
PHOBIAAthina’s beauty and wild nature was a force of reckon. It marveled Maria how she could not only tolerate her but love her wholeheartedly. They were the antithesis of one another, yet completed each other.As Athina fussed over Maria like an egg that shouldn’t have a single scratch, Maria thought of ways to get her friend out of the hospital and make her stop worrying. If she could act this way, she wondered how parents would react.Athina sat in the chair beside the bed, flicking through the channels on the flat screen TV in front of them.“Hey, I hope you didn’t tell my parents about what happened?”Reid told her that he instructed Athina not to say a word, but she had to confirm from the horse’s mouth.“Reid told me not to, and he was dead serious about it. Do you want to call them?” She turned to her and was about to grab her phone to dial their numbers.Maria shook her head. “You know how they can be.” “I sure do. You would have pulled out all your hairs by the time they s
BUDDING FEELINGSThe day had finally come. The day Maria had envisaged with little pleasure when it came to her wardrobe and the state of her home. She managed to arrange her closet to a level after much procrastination and now expecting a house guest; she had no idea where to begin searching for what to wear.This was no ordinary visitor like Athina or Clara. It was a man, a handsome one that she admired and hoped to have something beautiful with. It had been too long since she was in a relationship and she could no longer deny that her heart yearned to love someone and have someone love her twice as much.Maria had gone through different clothes in the closet and eventually turned the place upside down like a tornado had occurred. She had the numerous outfits but was indecisive. It was either too shabby, showed too much skin, or was too much. She wanted to call on Athina, but refrained from picking her phone and dialing her number.She spent the whole day with her in the hospital an
NON-EXISTENT PRIVACYThe loud chime of a phone alarm startled Maria awake. Although her body wished to remain in bed a few hours more, she felt well rested and stretched her body. She had been asleep for over seventeen hours and her whole body felt numb. After Maria had fallen asleep in the presence of Kyros, who put her in bed and later saw himself out, the next time she opened her eyes was around 2am.She was shocked wondering how she made it to her bed, then found a note beside her on the bed. In a nice calligraphy written by Kyros, the note read “You were sleeping so peacefully and didn’t have the heart go disturb you so I saw myself out. Call me when you’re awake and feeling better. XOXO.”She smiled at the message and got out of bed to have a light snack. Maria was hungry and a light snack wasn’t going to satisfy her raging belly, so she settled for Noodles. It was a quick and satisfying meal. A light snack at 2am was a bad idea if she wanted to burn the calories she was always
BLUNT TO THE CORE“This was a huge mistake.” Maria thought.She had not hated Reid more than she did at the moment, despite him barging into her house with a horde of strangers. Of all things he could do to make her miserable, he had sent her into the den of lions. Not just any lions, the ones that deemed themselves as royalty. Socialite that were money/power hungry, mostly born with silver spoons.Maria stressed on the fact that she disliked being around too many people. Especially the caliber of people Reid had said they’d be socializing with. She could not deny that the intimidation and social anxiety was the core reason Reid’s face looked delightful to smack.The desire was to make money and not have to interact with many people. The interaction part of the business was Athina’s job. When she left, it fell solely on Maria’s shoulders and she flopped like a flip-flop. Athina would have fit in like a glove as she had gotten familiar with half the people that were going to be pres
BLEND IN OR BE BLENDEDMyth fascinated Maria. She spent her teenage years reading and learning about all kinds. The intrigue she held of it was a serious case, as it made her wonder if magic existed.Maria questioned whatever she did not understand. One could even call it an obsession, which she held for myths. It was a phase she soon outgrew and found something else that became her passion and led her to be the woman she was.Given her current situation, magic had to be real. She wouldn’t even question it as long as it came to her rescue. The only thing that could save her was magic. There seemed to be no way out from the deep grave of humiliation she had dug herself in. The only way out was for the ground to open up and swallow her.Or perhaps swallow someone else, thus giving her enough time to dash for the door.How did she not realize it? She asked herself. The painting the British lady had asked her opinion had a cursive signature on the edge. So did the portrait of the billio
SECRETSThe golden rule Reid stuck to was to never call or text his father if it was not business related. His father did not seem to have a problem with it. But when he texted Reid to come over to the house, it unnerved him. There was no business related issue to talk about. Unless he had heard wind of his new business venture.Reid actually hoped George would keep his mouth closed longer than a night. He was already expecting a text or call to talk about it. George was aware and in support, which made the chances of his father flipping about keeping it silent was very low.It was impossible to hide it for long. And it meant they’d be a lot of talking. Too much talking that neither and father enjoyed doing. Although sad that conversations about things best left unsaid had to be addressed, eventually. There was no escape.Or maybe he simply wanted to follow up on the threat he made about the marriage debacle and holding his inheritance. Reid had too much to worry about. A squabble wit
WSW- WOMEN SUPPORTING WOMENNobody can do it all. Maria was very aware of that fact. The grace it took to get her herself together and step out of her haven to follow Genevieve Pierre to a nearby French restaurant needed to be taught in schools. She had expected something more of an ambush by the lady and her two minions, if she had any.It was a far cry from reality, though. Genevieve did not strike her as a spiteful person, but she realized assuming much of a person she barely knew was not a great idea. It was only going to land her in even deeper waters.Maria had no clue on how to begin her apology. Genevieve had given no room for conversation since they walked out of Maria’s apartment building. As they walked into the grand restaurant, the receptionist recognized Genevieve and greeted her with respect. The receptionist greeted Maria respectfully as well, before leading them to an exclusive table.Maria is impressed by the interior of the restaurant and the service. The exclusive