LOGINThe next day…Marigold laid in her bed, staring at the ceiling, Beau's confession replayed in her mind. ‘He said he loved me, he confessed that he did… And even when he did, I couldn't bring myself to say it to him… I couldn't tell him how I felt… Why, why is it so hard…’ She rolled over in bed, grabbing a pillow, and put it over her face, screaming into it. ‘Why can't I just open my mouth and tell him the truth… He's already told me how he feels…’ PurrrrrrShe took the pillow off her face and looked down, seeing Snowdrop cuddled up next to her. She reached out towards her, gently petting her back. ‘Why can't I just tell him how I feel…’ Knock, knock, knock She looked towards the door, letting out a whinged sigh. “Does that mean I can come in,” Angela called out. She got out of bed, walked over to the door, and opened it. “Good morning my beautiful daughter in law,” Angela greeted, with a smile. “Ugh,” Marigold grumbled, walking back over to her bed. “Well that doesn't so
Silence filled the car as Marigold hung her head, daring not to look up. She stared at the comic books that laid in her lap, gripping them tightly. ‘I know he's angry with me… I shouldn't have gone back without letting him know… I don't know what to do, what to say to him…’ She glanced up at him, seeing his intense glare, focused on the road, and looked away, staring back at the comics. “Beau…” She uttered. He gripped the steering wheel, letting out a twingent sigh. “Did he hurt you,” He questioned. “W-What, n-no,” She spluttered, shaking her head, “He didn't even get a chance to touch me. I-I, I'm fine, I'm okay, I'm…” Eeeeeeeer Beau pulled over to the shoulder of the road, putting the car in park. “Marigold, why…” He uttered, “Why?” “Beau I'm sorry, I just…” “Do you understand you could've been hurt,” Beau lashed, grabbing her shoulders, “Don't you understand the only reason he hadn't hurt you was because I came in time to stop him. What if he got the chance to do someth
“Marigold, where are you,” Arnold sang, looking around the room, “Come out, daddy just wants to speak to you.” Marigold looked through a crack in the wardrobe, seeing her dad standing in the middle of the room, looking around.‘He's going to kill me…’ She thought, feeling her body trembling. She looked down at her hand, unable to keep it steady, fear creating an intense lump in her throat. BOOOOOM, CRASHThe thunder roared, shaking the house. She covered her mouth, muffling the sounds of her shaky breath as she watched Arnold make his way over to the window.“You picked the wrong night to invade my house,” Arnold taunted, turning away from the window, “You can try to hide now but you and I both know that when the thunder comes… You can't help but cry.” RUSSLE, STEP, RUSSLE, CRUNCH, STEP“Come on out Marigold, daddy wants to see you,” Arnold called out, as he left the room, “Don't make things hard for me.” Marigold sat, frozen, listening to his footsteps slowly fade away. She sa
As she walked inside of her old home she once knew she looked around her seeing her once vibrant, modern style living room darkened and in shambles. She sighed, taking in the sight of broken furniture, scattered beer bottles, holes in the wall, and pictures of her family broken in their picture frames. She breathed in the air that now reeked of alcohol and trash, thinking to herself, ‘He never changed…’ She pressed her back up against the front door and closed it as she whispered, “It's only for a moment.” She walked away from the door, going further into the house, and began stepping on glass that crunched underneath her feet. Step, crunch, step, crunch, step, clang. She looked down, seeing a golden picture frame underneath her foot, crouched down, and picked up the picture frame, seeing an old picture of herself, her father, and her mother, all smiling at a beach. ‘When did you decide that you were no longer going to be my father? Was it the day mama died… Or were you always like t
Inside Beau's room, stood Beau. He went through his closet, going through his suits that hung on a clothing racket. As he went through his suits he felt his phone begin to vibrate. He took it out of his pocket, looked at it, seeing Fress calling, and answered it, saying, "Yes?" "Sorry to call so late Mr.Bax Jr. but while you've been wasting your day away doing senseless, 'Birthday activities,' with your family, I've been working hard on the charity event and need your signature on some contracts for the vendors," Fress snickered. Beau gritted his teeth, sighed, and said, "Send them to me and I'll sign them when I get the chance." Fress said, "See to it that you do. We can't all do whatever we want like you, with no care in the world." Beau said, "Okay." Fress said, "I'm glad you're taking this so nonchalantly. This is why you'll never be a top business man, because when it comes down to it, you can never focus and get the job done." Beau said, "Look Fress I'm not going back and forth w
Marigold entered the kitchen, looking down and smiling to herself. She looked up seeing Angela, Nathaniel, and Carls standing in the kitchen, the cake sitting on the island and a cake knife sitting next to the cake. Angela looked at Marigold and said, "Marigold, we were just talking about you." Marigold walked over to Angela, saying, "Talking about me? What were you guys about?" Angela grabbed Marigold's hands, saying, "How talented you are. I mean, you are full of surprises." Carls said, "Your voice sounds like a beautiful bell, Miss Marigold,"Nathaniel added, saying, "You can paint, you can sing, you truly are a very talented woman. I see why my boy is in love with you. You truly are an amazing young woman." Marigold's face turned red, as she looked down, saying, "T-Thank you, but I-I'm nothing special." Angela said, "Why Marigold Bax, that is utter nonsense." Carls said, "You are very special, Miss Marigold,"Nathianel added, saying, "A woman with talent like yours should put it to
Beau tightened his grip around his steering wheel thinking, 'Of all things, of all people… Why does she have to know about Jessica?' Marigold looked at Beau and asked, "So who is she? Is she someone special to you?" Beau answered her, saying, "She's nobody, she isn't worth bringing up anyways…" Mari
As Beau and Fress rode the elevator down Beau said, "We go down and you apologize. You say nothing more than an apology. Nothing more." Fress said, "Bossing me around like a child isn't going to get your way Beau Bax." Beau said, "I mean it Fress. You've already caused her enough distress. Don't cau
Fress put his arm out towards Marigold asking, "Miss Kelp, shall I escort you to the loveseat?" She looked down and Beau glanced over at her thinking, 'If he doesn't stop pushing himself on her I'm going to lose my cool. I'm trying to keep it together for Marigold's sake and for the sake of the comp
Fress had golden tan skin, light blue almond shaped eyes, and light brown freckles throughout his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. He had his dark brown, medium length, hair done in a curly quiff hairdo, and he was muscular. He wore dark blue jeans, black loafers, a white long sleeve button up sh







