Paloma“You sure you don’t want to stay?” Casey asks for the billionth time that morning “I could as well just tell my parents to come at a later date or we could-"“It’s fine Casey” I reassure her again. “Besides you haven’t seen them in God knows how long, it would be selfish of me to let you pass up the opportunity.”“But-” she opens her mouth to raise another argument.My hands are faster and I raise it to silence her.“Enough Casey” I say, blowing my sweaty hair out of my face as I haul my suitcase from my room “I swear if you ask me one more time I’ll shove this suitcase so far up your arse you’ll sneeze bra, if you really want to help, then help me bring the luggage to the door.”She smiles and obliges me and I heave a breath as she takes the box off my hands.“It’s a two week stay,” she says huffing “Why do you need so much and how do you even have so much stuff, are you moving?”“Its stuff I need” I tell her “Just help me get it to the door would you.” Certain strings of exp
Marcus MatthewsThe pen swirls between my fingers coming to rest between my index and thumb in rapid succession, One might say I was bored, but in reality, it was all I could do to still myself as the thoughts ran their wild course through my mind. My fingers jerk each time I think of Orion and the gun.“Take care of him” My brother Dane had requested simply.Giving him a 44 magnum pistol had not been part of what he requested and I’m pretty sure he’d have my balls on a stick flying high over his pool-house if he found out, but then again the crazed look in his eyes had been something I’d recongized. It was the same fire that had been in Dane’s eyes for Miranda all those years ago before he became a money conscious prick.The door bursts open as I oblige myself to a taste of scotch, and a burly looking guard I frankly don’t remember hiring walks in.“Sir,” he says simply waiting for my signal before he continues, I raise my glass to him and he steps back “The quarry has arrived and he
Paloma~Everyone who knew me, knew that I had a strange dislike for men, 'Manly Pal' they called me for most of my life and it kind of stuck, Granted I was definitely not a lesbian, I had the same girlish fantasies but in reality I did know that men sucked, Like our former mailman Mr Dan who seemed nice and all until I turned sixteen."Wanna Have some fun?" He'd asked me out of the blue one day while on his rounds."What kind of fun?" I'd asked quizzically.His hands moved slowly to his rather engorged crotch and he winked at me."Are you alright, Mr Dan?" I asked naively."Come on don't be like that.” He groaned and squeezed his crotch. “Such a bloody tease you are, I can show you a good time you know.”He made an attempt to grab me and my years of self defense classes automatically kicked in, I shived my foot up his crotch and restrained him before calling the cops, Mr Dan was 43 when he was sentenced to 25 years for molestation and rape because apparently he'd done the same shit to
Paloma~I guess not every interest I had in Douchebag McMatthews went out the window, because I googled him the second I was alone within the confines of the apartment and by God did he have one hell of a smile and eight pacs, what freakish exercises gave him that, he was hot and also stinking rich, heck his father owned Capricorn, one the biggest leading pharmaceuticals in the United States.I was delusional to think that he didn't stand a chance with, when all along the roles had been reversed, not with my constantly matted black hair and dirty brown eyes, my full curvy body didn't make me any better, he probably had models at his beck and call, I was just another fresher with a Mom who took more pills than was good for her and he was a hot second year football Jock with an outstanding grade point average and everything he could possibly want, I didn't need anyone to tell me my place.Besides I had other things to worry about, Mom was at Rehab again and if I didn't want to collapse
Paloma~The letters had started coming in two years ago and had not stopped ever since, you had to hand it to him though, douchebag and life wrecker extraordinaire did not seem to be enough for his resumé, I often wondered what harm he'd want to cause this time after abandonment for the past seven years, there was not much he could do that could probably cause me pain, not that he was getting a chance to try though."Burn it." I tell Sal over the phone, "shred it, do what ever you want with it, just make sure it's destroyed!""Oma." he calls softly to me "you should at least try-""No!" I say cutting him off "I have a lot of shit going on Sal and I am grateful for your advice but no, destroy the fucking letter Sal.""You can't run from this forever Oma." he says. "No matter what, you can't run from this.""Watch me." I tell him "I am his daughter afterall, goodbye Sal."I put an end to the call before he could make anymore convincing statements, I had my problems of my own, problems t
Paloma WilliamsA strange silence hung between us, I waited for the punchline with bated breath, what did he mean by gone, could she be-"They said she escaped the facility and hasn't been seen ever since." Sal interrupts my train of thoughts. "We are putting up a search party to go look for her but I just-, I just wanted to let you know.""Sal" I say exhaling. "Do you want me back home?, Is there anything I can do?""No." he says and I can hear his voice breaking. "You've worked too hard to leave here, I cannot drag you back here, Just let me know if she contacts you.""I will"l." I say. "She'll turn up Sal."It was hard for me to break like he did, harder for me to panic and fall apart because I knew her, she'd probably run off with a stash of cash that she'd stolen from us or a random stranger, she'd be hitting her spots getting high and being happy at our expense, I'd learnt a long time ago not to give her the satisfaction of manipulating my feelings. She didn't get to break me."S
Paloma Williams. "I love you," mom had told me when I was six. "And because I love you, our love will never let us be apart."I'd held on to those words, those few glimpses of happiness that I'd gotten from what was otherwise a trying childhood, a time before he'd upped and left, before she had decided to sacrifice me for her pills and before I had decided to devote myself with the faintest of hopes that she might one remember how much she cared for me. Those moments had faded away, nothing more than a disillusioned memory of a wonky child and as The detective's questions came, I found myself wondering if it could have happened differently."Paloma Williams,” detective Jim Burnes calls in his strong voice. "I assure you we'll find your mother, thank you for your co-operation."In that moment, Sal burst through the door, it had been quite a few hours since I'd informed him about my mother's call and he looked like he'd driven all the way here."Sal." I say eyeing his haggard look once
Paloma WilliamsA strange sort of silence hung between us save for the heavy blaring of loud music blasting from the radio, his fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly only releasing to tap to the beat which I found slightly irritated, as it only has seemed to aggravate the tension."You said we would talk." I say finally breaking the thick tension between us. "So talk." "Hmm." He grunted and his hands gripped the steering wheel even tighter. "Say something." I demand. "Or you can drop me off.""No." He said begrudgingly. "I offered a ride, I'm not leaving you stranded in the middle of nowhere.""Then talk to me." I say exparsated. "I don't need this gruff and silent shit, I have plenty of my own crap to figure out.""Something's are better left unsaid." He said simply. "There are things you can't know, not yet.""And yet here I am!" I groan annoyed. "In a car with you going to see my druggie fucked up mother, your fucking crap must be ten times worse I'm sure."If he was affect