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
CAMILLA~•~"Cam! Camilla!" She continued to call after me, while I stomped out of the restaurant. But, I could not hear her, the only sounds I could hear were the sounds of my forced chuckles, and the sound of my heart breaking. I wiped my eyes with the back of my palm, but the tears would not stop flowing. I lost my mother because of him, and now, he has taken my sister away from me. Whenever I saw him, some kind of loss always seemed to follow.I was tired, so tired of everything that had to do with him.Freddie's house was a ten minutes walk from the restaurant, but I was not sure I could walk without falling to the ground. I boarded a taxi and stuck my eyes outside the window, so I would not drive past his house. His car was in his driveway when I alighted from the taxi. I had never been more happy to see that car in my life. I took wobbly steps towards his door and knocked on it once. I waited for three minutes, but there was no reply. I sniffed back my tears and knocked a
IVAN~•~ She had no idea how badly I wanted to rip her dress apart, push her to the bed and make fast and intense love to her. She had no idea how much I had been longing to hear her say those words. I also did not have an actual idea, until I heard her say them. She was not drunk, she was not high, she was in control of her full five senses. Yet, I could not bring myself to touch her anymore. My hands fell to my sides, and I stared down at her, unable to move a single inch. She waited for the moment I would pick her from the ground, I could see the anticipation in her eyes. But, it never came. I never made a move to touch her. Slowly, her anticipation turned into a deep scowl, her eyes turned thin, while she narrowed them on me. "What?" She asked, with teary eyes.."What is the matter? Even if you don't think I am good enough to be touched?" I narrowed my eyes on her, I did not know when an amused scoff escaped my throat. "What? No, this does not have anything to do with wh
IVAN~•~ I was up, bright and early the next morning. What? You thought the boss would have all the time in the world to sleep right? Well, I never did. I always saw my father rise early like he was the fucking janitor. And when I asked why, one day, he told me; "Son, if you want to successfully run a company, run it from the roots. Don't stand on top of a six story building, or on top of a horse higher than your ego. Come down to the ground. That way, you can see things at the top, and at the bottom." To be honest, no truer words had ever been spoken. I did my daily routine workout for an hour, made myself a quick breakfast of toasted bread and lemon tea - even though Antonio was in the kitchen, staring right back at me. I did not want him to bother himself with my breakfast, I was already running out of time. I knew Tina would still be asleep, so I didn't bother going to her room. I hurried back to mine and took a refreshing and relaxing shower. While trying to forget the fact
AUTHOR ~•~ "Why, hello! Elina." Sarah Holloway spoke up, her broadest smile plastered on her model-like face. As she spoke, she moved closer to the woman, while ignoring her husband's death stare. Sarah noticed how Elina stared at her as though she were a ghost, someone who had just risen from the dead. When she stood in front of the tall and curvy woman, she stretched her hand to her, requesting a friendly handshake. But, there was nothing friendly about Sarah's intentions for the woman. She knew that Elina wanted her husband, Elina had always wanted her husband. Three years had come and gone, so if Ivan was still hers - which he had to be, considering the fact that they were both still married - he would be hers forever. Until of course, her mission was fulfilled. Elina stared down at the hand, before taking it in hers. Sarah gripped hold of the woman's hand, sending her a deadly smile that screamed "run for your life." But, Elina would not deter. She had only backed down for