CAMILLA~•~ I struggled with the lock of my door, before I finally managed to pull the door open. I stood at the entrance of my room, my eyes peered into his room. Antonio stood at the foot of his door. I could not see the look of horror on his face because he had his back turned to me, but I could see the beads of sweat roll down his neck, and form a pool at his collar, soaking the white shirt.I took one step forward, but came to an abrupt halt when I heard the sound of glass shattering again. Mister Ivan was breaking something, but I could not quite tell what it was. I pushed my fear to the back of my mind and stepped forward, urging Antonio to make way for me. He held my hand and pulled me backwards, I threw him a stony glare. "Are you blind?! Can you not see that he is out of his goddamn mind?!" Antonio yelled at me, while dramatizing every word that came out of his mouth. But, I did not reply him. I tried to break away from his hold, but he pulled me back once more. "You
IVAN ~•~ After my depressing manic episodes, always came the headache that threatened to split my head into two. I did not know how I had fallen asleep, I only knew that the cold air from my air-conditioner caused me to draw my duvet up to my chest in reflex. I was tired, so tired that I could sleep in bed for only God knows how long. I did not want my mind to wander back to the events that had resulted in my…tantrum, that was the word I liked to use. My eyelids had barely parted, I knew it would be painful to open my eyes. I stretched my hand to the side of my bed, just to inform whoever was by my side that I was awake. Antonio was always seated by my side. Immediately I woke up, he would place a damp towel on my head, check my temperature and administer my medication. I had not expected to see him this time, because the person I wanted close to me was Camilla. My right hand touched the right end of my bed, but nobody squeezed it gently. I fought hard to part my eyelids, despite
IVAN~•~I did not know when I opened my arms and pulled Tina into my body. I carried her and placed her against my chest, I noticed how firm her small hands wrapped themselves around my neck. She pressed her head into my right shoulder and I felt my shirt dampen with her tears. I could not stop mine from falling, no matter how hard I tried.My tears welled up in my eyes and ran down my face freely. I was holding the one person I had dreamt of holding all my life. She was here now, with me. "I missed you so much daddy." Her voice was muffled against my neck. I sniffed back my tears, but it did not stop them from stubbornly running down my cheeks. I missed her too, I missed her so much, too much, she had absolutely no idea. "I always asked mummy when you would come see us. She always said you would come one day, but you never did. I was sad, I thought you didn't love me and mummy anymore. I thought that…" She sniffed and pulled her head up from my shoulder. She was looking at me now,
CAMILLA~•~I lay on my bed, Lana Del Rey blasted from the speakers of my mp3 player. I wanted to just lie down and close my eyes, drift off to another world entirely, but I knew I was here on a job. So, I had to focus, pick up my laptop and reach out to my community of psychotherapists. I did not give them the identity of my client, of course, but I did let them know the current situation. The man had been taking antidepressants for only God knows how long, I wanted to see how I could correct and flush his system of the effect. It would not be an easy thing to do, I knew that. Most of the people who replied to my comment let me know that I now had a lot of work on my hands. They let me know the importance of informing his family and changing the course of his medication immediately. But, there was a problem. Mister Ivan did not have a family besides Antonio and Ian. I did not think I could trust either the first or second man with my discovery. One of them might be responsible for
IVAN~•~ "You're going to stay here Camilla, because I need you. And you promised you would not leave." It was hard to hear myself speak, to believe that I had admitted to wanting…no, needing someone. I did not know what was slowly becoming of me, and I could not tell if I liked it. Her lazy brown eyes flickered up at me, I caught the smile within them, even though she would not let me see her lips thin into a smile. For a moment, when I had seen her rush back to pack her clothes, my heart skipped several beats. The thought that she was going to leave, that no one was going to hold me during my manic episodes, that no one was going to comfort me or want to listen to the things I had to say, everything terrified me. She gazed up at me, I was several inches taller than her, and I did not think anything was wrong with the way I enjoyed looking down at her, she was so small compared to me, I wanted to pull her into my arms and squeeze her, just the same way I would squeeze Tina. Finall
CAMILLA~•~ To say that I was the least surprised by Sarah Holloway's reaction would be a gruesome lie. From the moment I saw her two kids at my door, I knew our meeting was going to be an awkward one. She would either be necessarily cold, or unnecessarily friendly. I had low-key wished she would choose the former, I could cope with that. Sarah Holloway was, by every beauty standard, an astonishing woman. She stood on lean and tall legs, not less than five feet and ten inches tall, almost the height of her darling husband. Sunny blonde hair and blue eyes that completed her icy look. Her teeth were a sparkling shade of white, I could sue her dentist for such a perfection. She had daring, yet, quiet eyes. It was a dangerous mix, one that I did not understand how she had managed to pull off. When she walked into the room, she commanded my attention. I immediately saw why a man like mister Ivan had gone for a woman like her. She walked, talked, and even smiled powerfully. Her hands
CAMILLA~•~ I cannot say I woke up with my head in the right place, but I did wake up with a clearer mind than I slept with. My saliva was all over the open pages of my book, and my glasses lay hopelessly beside the book. I raised my head up and scrubbed my eyes with the back of my palm. My sleepy eyes found my phone underneath my pillow, I stretched my right hand to it and pressed my home button. My wallpaper, a black furred cat, came into display, and the time along with it. 8:00am. Shit. I had just an hour to catch up with Tehilah and Aaron. Yes, Aaron. There was no way in hell I was ever going to address that man as my father, never again. I rose up from the bed and headed to the bathroom. I took a quick shower and dressed myself in a moss green gown. Straight with no complex cuts, it rested above my knee. It clung to my flesh and helped accentuate the small curves I had. It was short sleeved, so I knew I would not have to worry about the heat. I packed my brown hair int
CAMILLA~•~My question was met with a questioning stare from Tehilah. My father did not look surprised. He had no right to, no right at all. Tehilah forced a chuckle as she stared at me. "Why, of course dad's coming! Francis and I have already invited him. He is going to walk me down the aisle." Flashes of red enveloped my sight. I tried to sit still, believe me when I say that I tried. But, I just could not, especially when she was about to betray our mother in the worst way possible. I sat up, straightened my posture, before I stared blankly at her. I did not know when a bitter and hysterical laughter escaped my throat, causing me to throw my head back and hold on to my stomach. It was all very funny, too funny to ignore. People were beginning to stare at us, I knew because Tehilah started to kick my leg from underneath the table. My laughter died down, and I looked down at the both of them, bits of tears staining my cheeks. "You mean, this man is going to walk you down the