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Maria Severed.
*A FEW HOURS EARLIER*"Cut!" The director yelled as Jackson took a step away from Natasha, detecting the smug grin she had plastered on her face. "That was beautiful," The director continued, wiping his sweaty forehead with a handkerchief that was originally supposed to be white, now brown from wiping the dirty surfaces of his body. Jackson was glad the shoot was over for today, he couldn't wait to go home. All he wanted was to run home to her—Maria. These past few days had been a hell of a pleasant ride, and he was glad, exceptionally glad he had met her. The thought of her caused the edge of his lips to curve into a smile, it took a while for him to realize he had been smiling stupidly at nothing. Maria had made him become a daydreamer, even when he was with her, he couldn't help but get pulled into the imagination of how things would be with her around forever. If anything, he was sure he wanted her forever."Great work today, everyone!" The director yelled and the crew gave a c
Maria A curse?
The harsh cold gripped her causing her to shiver violently against her will as she waited for Harry. Deep down, she hoped Jackson would see her, that he'd stop sleeping and run after her, that he'd tell her this was just a joke, a cruel joke. But that didn't happen till Harry pulled over before her. He came rushing out of the car with genuine worry written all over his face. It increased when his eyes met hers, but she didn't care. She felt as though if she talked or looked at him for long, she'd crumble. Maria had barely stopped tearing up before his arrival, now she could feel the dam in her eyes waiting to crack."What happened? Maria?" He lifted her chin to see her face clearly. She fought back tears and couldn't speak, she knew that if she did, he'd see her weak and helpless. Not like he had not already. He took off his jacket and wrapped it around her, Maria had never been more grateful."Where is Jackson? Did he-?" His pity transformed into a rage as he stared intensely at he
Maria Pull, not push.
She had barely slept a wink last night, all of the scenarios replayed in her head like a tragic nightmare. Maria could already tell it was daybreak, the rays of sunlight seeped through the corners of the room completely illuminating the room, still, she lay, her eyes firmly shut as she drowned in her thoughts. She was more rational, or so she thought. It was hard to think of him without the ache in her chest intensifying, she'd been hurt before, so how did she let it happen again? One word, foolish. She had been foolish to give people the benefit of the doubt, believing a person could be different from others, she had been really foolish. Then Andrew- If Andrew were around, then bad things were bound to happen. Harry knocked on the door, the first time, she'd been too tired to answer, talking felt like a lot of work, but she'd eventually have to do it. He knocked again."It's open," she said in the loudest voice her throat could provide. The door clicked open revealing Ha
Maria The devil herself.
"What?" He chuckled slightly, "I've seen the way you look at him."She held back the urge to gasp. Harry knew and there was no use denying it. "What I don't understand is what he had done wrong to make you call me out of fright, my guess? Nothing good."She swallowed hard, not quite knowing what to say to him. Her mind and pride were in shambles. She fiddled with the newspaper that lay lazily on the table, who still reads newspapers? "But he looked like he was going to drop dead...why don't you talk to him, see if you can work things out?" Maria could see his genuineness flicker as he spewed the words uncomfortably. "No, thank you." Her reply was brief. There was no working anything out, she didn't have the energy for that. "I'm sorry, Maria, for whatever happened, this look...the one you have on your face right now, it kills me to see you so sad, so frail. I didn't want to say anything, it's awkward, you know? But I really hate to see you this way." His eyes held a sad res
Maria Space-
It wasn't just an article that circulated with those pictures. Jackson couldn't believe his eyes. Why on earth would Natasha do that? There were several pictures of them flying around the internet, his eyes were shut close in the pictures but it revealed enough skin to make people misunderstand, and the worst of it? They were on his bed. Praying that Maria doesn't see it wouldn't stop anything, he knew she was going to, or maybe she already has and was currently cussing at him. He'd do the same too, if he looked at it from her point of view, pictures of your partner with another person whom she knew was interested in him never say anything good, it's only normal she'd doubt him, he needed to talk to her. Comments flew around in swarms, a reasonable amount of them negative, as expected. The ones who knew nothing of his story created their own illusions and conspiracies of how he only married Maria as a font so he could focus on who he truly loved behind the scenes, Natasha. He didn't c
Maria Ties.
The person's footstep grew louder as his pace increased, and so did hers. She would have been sprinting if her legs weren't declining. The cold air was contrary to the hotness she felt on the inside, like her organs were on fire. Everything burned. She made a quick turn as soon as she got to the front of Harry's house. In the middle of tugging the gate open, she felt the person near. Her muscles stopped working, completely crippled by the fear of what she'd see if she turned. The silence grew louder, between her and the person, even though she was screaming and raging on the inside, her body leaned limply on the gate, a prayer in her eyes that her mouth won't mutter. "Maria..." The voice called out, and to her relief, it was a familiar one. She became powerful enough to turn instantly."Harry? You startled me, what are you doing here? Where's your car?" She ranted, then immediately realized those questions were too much for that man who stood before her. His cheeks were flushed and
Maria Space.
"Last night was quite eventful," she raised a brow as she teased, "I got to learn why the moon wasn't red." Maris was sitting on a stool in the kitchen, waiting for the toaster to beep as it provided her the warm comfort of warm bread. His face flushed instantly but he kept dabbing the towel on his wet hair, he had just woken up and taken his bath. "I swear, I'd never drink again. Alcohol is my worst enemy. I wonder what else I said...or did." He walked aimlessly to the other end of the room, "my head fucking hurts, jeez." You begged me to stay, just like your brother did. And I have no intention of doing that in the way you want."Nah, it's fine, sit, I'd make you something to eat." She offered and he shook his head."I just want to go back to bed and feel sorry for myself for a little while. That's how I get back on my feet. By the way, why are you all dressed up? Do you have somewhere you have to be?" "Yeah, I figured I should talk to Sean myself, hopefully, I make up a bet
Maria Oops-
It was planned by Natasha, that Bitch- what But it happened, and God knows what else went down then too? What does he even mean by that? Are you asking if they had sex?No, it doesn't matter if they did- I mean, I- I don't even care.Are you sure you do not care? Why then are you getting so worked up?"I am not getting worked up!" Maria yelled, a mistake on her part. She should have just left the argument in a mental state, now the Cab driver looked at her as though he'd swerve left and to a psychiatric hospital anytime soon. She has one more shot till she's accused of doing drugs, he had that look on his face.You are worked up, and jealous. You like him that much, it'll do your ego some good to own up to your emotions rather than pretend not to care. That tiny voice had plans to maim her with disgust. "I do not care, okay! Stop bothering me." Another subconscious yell, if she were the Cab driver, she'd be worried too. "You okay, miss?" He asked with his eyes fixed on the rearv
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