The next morning, when she woke up, she squinted her eyes as the heavy rays of sunlight streamed through the open windows. She stretched forward, closed the curtains, and plopped back on the bed. Her eyes were puffy from all the crying at night. She reached for her phone and peered at it; it was past 10 in the morning. She had missed calls from Leonard. She made a mental note to call him later on. She finally got out of bed and walked up to the mirror; she still had tear streaks on her face, and her mind went back to the argument she had with her mother. She decided to brush it off. Her hands raked through her tangled, long blonde hair. She brushed her teeth and proceeded to shower. She gingerly applied shampoo to her hair and rinsed it off. She slipped on a big blue shirt and red shorts and absentmindedly ran a comb through her thick locks before she exited her room; the small corridor appeared quiet, and then the spell broke: “I thought you wouldn’t come out of your room." She sig
The old lady whom she cared for was unwell, and she had been taken to the hospital, so she had gotten off early and stopped by the hospital. Leonard had been busy all day. Luckily for her, he was one of the few who had an office, and so she had stayed there while he was working. It was getting late, so she decided to get a taxi to her house. She was outside of the hospital when she noticed the sky had turned gray; it looked like it was about to rain. She stared admiringly at the sky. She tried to flag down a taxi, but none of them would stop as everyone was rushing to board, and then all of a sudden the rain began to fall hard; it was a sudden heavy downpour, and thunder cracked in the sky. Everyone rushed to find shelter, but she somehow found herself still in the rain. She had always been fascinated with the idea of rain, so instead of seeking cover, she stayed put, not minding the fact she was drenched. There was a loud blaring of horns as cars hardly saw ahead of them. Her white t
. “I need to leave now. It is a long way from home, and with the rain...” “You should come stay at my place," Leonard blurted out before he could stop himself. Her eyes turned to saucers. He noticed her reaction: “It is okay if you don’t want to." He mentally scolded himself. “I am only suggesting it because it is already 7 p.m. The roads are jammed, and it is a long way from home. The roads are unsafe. They're unsafe for a young girl like you. You could tell your mother that you’re staying over at Mrs. Denver’s place. "I think she would be fine with it,” he kept on rambling. “After all, we are two consenting adults... forget I said consenting,” he said, closing his eyes. “We are adults.” “It is fine, Leo," she replied with a chuckle. He heaved a sigh of relief. “It is?” "Yea," she nodded. “It is really late to go back home." I’ll just call my mother.He smiled at her and nodded. “Of course" She took a few steps away from him. Her mother picked her up after a few rings. "Ashley
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She took careful steps into his room. “Make yourself comfortable." She wanted to say that, but that is quite hard. Things had never been awkward between her and Leonard before, but now she couldn’t say for sure. Leonard noticed her hesitant steps. “I’ll run the bath for you." She looked at him. He walked up to her and grabbed her shoulders, saying, “Hey! Do not think about it so much. There’s no need for you to feel uncomfortable around me ever.She smiled at him. “I’ll give you time to freshen up." "There is an unopened packet of brush in the sink," he rummaged through his drawers and handed her a big polo, “Change into this when you’re out." "I'll be outside the room waiting for you." She nodded. She was about to step into the bathroom when he called out to her, “I would like to reheat the lasagna; would you eat some?” “Yeah, thank you.” “Of course," he said, exiting the room. She stood under the shower as she let the warm water cascade down her back. heating her cold bones
Henry Allen woke up grumpy, which seemed to happen a lot these days. His marriage had continued to go downhill, but this was not the reason why he was having a bad day. A lot of time had passed, but he was yet to find a nanny for his son. The nursemaid, Deborah, was counting the days until she left. He couldn’t trust his son with the maids either. Maybe it was his paranoia, but he did not want his son to be hurt or feel any form of discomfort. He alighted from his car and entered the entrance of his company, Stylistic Symmetry. He slipped his hands into the pocket of his trousers and stylishly walked through the doors; they opened up immediately as he neared them. A tall, beautiful girl carried his suitcase as she trailed behind him. He barely responded to greetings. He passed the receptionist area, and a lady carrying a tray with a cup of coffee offered, “Coffee, sir."He paused and took a sip, then dropped the cup and said, “Not up to my taste, Cecily, not at all." "Do a better job
Ashley walked into the house. “Hey mom," she said dryly. “Ash, did you get paid yet?” “No mother" “Why is that?” Ashley already had an emotionally exhausting day; the last thing she needed was to engage with her mother. “I get paid weekly, mother." "Well, the bills are daily, so how do you intend to foot them?” "Mother, when my pay comes, I promise I will start paying all our bills that are due." Her mother grabbed the bag in her hand. “Mother!” she cried out. She rummaged through it, tossing everything out. "What's wrong with you, mother?" You're making a mess." I tried to grab my things from her. "Give me back my bag!” She stopped when it seemed she had found what she wanted. “If you don’t get paid daily, whose money is this then?” “I was gifted this by the kind old lady whom I work for. "I am a caregiver and not a nanny.” “Then why did you hide it?” “I did not hide it at all, mother. I..."“You what? It is mine now. "You are so ungrateful; all I have worked for I have
“How does your leg feel Mrs Denver?”, she inquired. “Oh it hurts so badly my child", she remarked in a small voice, “I can barely feel my feet” Ashley walked up to her and lifted her leg carefully resting it on pillows, “You would feel better sooner than you expect" She applied the cream the doctor had prescribed on her legs, “This would help soothe the pain”, she smiled at her, “Meanwhile what kind of treat would you like?” She appeared to be deep in thought, “Do I get a treat?” Ashley nodded, “You do deserve one, you have endured so much pain up until now” “Can I have just one glass of cold beer”, she asked in a small voice, pouting her lips. Ashley chuckled, “No Mrs Denver I am so sorry I can’t grant that wish. I wish more than anything that you feel better and that you respond to treatment and a beer is such a bad idea. However, if you get better you might be able to get that beer...” “Are you sure?”, she questioned. “Of course”, Ashley nodded, “Meanwhile I will go get you