Have you ever seen a litmus paper? It changes colour when it's submerged in something.Amazing right?But what if I say Mr Arnold was just a living version of litmus paper, submerged in something dark and dangerous. One second he was a considerate gentleman, the next he turned into a monster, something I wanted to destroy. But like litmus paper, our kind cannot change to another colour. He cannot help himself, because he is who he is.Bipolar jerk!"You can't be changed because you're too far gone, my friend. You are beyond hope.""Out.", he snapped at me as soon as we reached my house."Oh hello Mr, I'm also not interested in staying with someone so ill-mannered, impolite and atrocious."He unbuttoned his jacket and walked to my side, opening the passenger door for me, he gave me a get-out-look.I scoffed.As if I was dying to stay near him."Thanks for the lift, Mr Arnold. I'll see myself out." I slid out of his car but as if the embarrassment for the day hadn't come to a full stop,
I love to cook, and I don't just love it, I'm obsessed with it, the reason being my mother, of course. She is a wonderful cook and I have seen her create many great dishes that have brought a smile to my face. Cooking was something, I and Mumma always enjoyed doing together. My mother and I would go to the local market and buy some fresh vegetables, season them and then cook them for dinner. This was the most enjoyable part of my and my mother's day as a child. After cooking and eating, we would often sit, relax and talk, something I also enjoy doing.And today, years later, I felt the same bliss, I used to feel as a child, when cooking with my mother.Kia was standing on a small square stool beside me. Since it was just a day before the Christmas holiday, she had requested, no demanded Mr Arnold to stay back with her and help her with Christmas baking.Mr Arnold was not happy with this and told her that he was too busy to help on this festive day.Kia threw a fit and well he had to
What are Christmas holidays?A time of celebration, giving, and togetherness.A day off from the world?A time reserved for your loved ones and to enjoy their company, a time of joy, and a time to reflect on the year gone by, and to think about the future. Right?Sounds heaven.For me, it wasn't like that since I had no one, oh I have been becoming quite nonchalant with my loneliness nowadays. Hashtag Dark humour!If you count food and blanket, I sure as hell had warmth and maybe a little joy. I never ever thought about my next year on Christmas or new year because I know it'll be again filled with loneliness, new problems here and there and bingo the year would end.God! I'm such a depressed soul. Anyway, just like the last four years, this year also I had made my mind to be at home, cooped up in my mumma's blanket but all these amazing, wonderful, A-grade plans were ruined in a second because of that A-grade butthole.Nicolas F*cking ArnoldHave you ever met someone who annoys you
Remember how I told you, Mr Arnold was a representation of litmus paper. Today I can write that theory on a stamped paper.Like, one minute he blushes so hard as if he just confessed to someone he's in love and the other minute he acts like he's a devil who will kill you.Right now, we all were sitting beside the ginormous Christmas tree, Kia was not being herself, as if something had triggered her just like her uncle, she was also pouting in a corner. Tara and Aiden were trying their best to cheer her up.Evans still hadn't arrived, apparently, his cousin was accompanying him. This was a little odd because Mr Arnold said it was just them and no outsider, except me who was one.Talking about him, he was still acting weird, whenever our eyes met accidentally, he would pretend to look at something else and stare at me, I knew he was staring, but I couldn't quite point out what he was thinking.I shrugged thinking about him and walked to Kia." Kia do you want your Christmas gift?", as so
When I was a little girl, my mother would bring me to dance classes on the weekends. I loved the music, the movement, and the sense of community that dancing provided. But right now, the same dance was a reason for my growing anxiety.Mr Arnold, curse that man to hell and back, he was smirking. I mentally decided to step on his foot in the name of this dancing dare. I smiled and asked for his hand, uh not for the marriage purpose of course, but as a dance partner.I must admit that I was a little nervous, but the feeling of his hand in mine was calming, and at the same time, exciting. I felt the pull of gravity on my body as he pulled me close. He placed his arm around me and then placed his hand on my neck and whispered, "Why to take the pain of dancing, you could have kissed me and the dare would have been finished within a second."My face felt hot at his shameless words. And as if he was asking for it, I stomped on his foot. He gritted his teeth to suppress the urge to curse and I
The next morning, I woke up with a smile. The previous night's events flashed through my mind, and I remembered how much fun it was to spend the evening with Mr Arnold. I couldn't think of anything else besides him.The thought of seeing him again made me feel excited and happy. I felt like doing cartwheels down the hallway but controlled myself.The hell is wrong with me?I got ready in a white top that had sheath-like sleeves and a high neck. I paired it with a pair of black leggings and a black turtleneck sweater. I decided to put my hair up in a bun. I looked at the mirror and smiled. A thing I'd been doing a lot since last night.Lastly, I wore the pearl earrings Mr Arnold gave me as a present. They were simple but elegant. They made me feel like a princess which I definitely wasn't. I knew he'd feel happy that I wore them.I walked to my kitchen and started to make myself a coffee. I looked at the time on my phone. I had to leave in half an hour. Kia's school is off so Mr Arnold
The next four days passed in a blur. I spent most of my time with Kia.Aiden, Tara and Evans would often come to visit, and we would spend time together, but Kia and I spent hours on end together, talking, exploring about one thing or the other, and generally just enjoying each other's company.I knew that if I spent time with her, I won't be able to let go but I didn't know I'd get so used to her presence. I found myself becoming more and more attached to her every day, and I knew when the time would come. I'll cry, and I'll miss her, but I'll be OK. I've signed a deal and I can't push its limits.But a small part of me is reluctant to let go. I made the deal because I thought he was a bipolar, rude, impolite, inconsiderate, and self-centred person, and I found him so infuriating. I thought he was a selfish bastard who had no consideration for others.However, I am happy to say I was wrong as if he had flipped a switch in him, he was nothing compared to the first two times I met him.
The next morning I woke up groaning, my back and neck hurting like hell. Apparently, I slept on the loveseat itself.The first thing my eyes caught sight of was Aiden, who was sleeping on the foot of the sofa, his head on the floor while his legs were securely held up by the sofa. Who would think this guy is the CEO of a multinational company?And how the f*ck did he manage to even sleep like that?Next, I saw Tara and Evans who were sleeping next to each other on the same sofa. They looked peaceful. Beside them was the small sofa where Kia was asleep peacefully. She seemed to be so exhausted from the previous night and the dancing she did.I ran my gaze across all the furniture once again but Mr Arnold was nowhere in sight.Where the hell did he go early morning?I groaned and braced myself to stop lazing and getting up but I couldn't.I hadn't realized that there was a weight on me.Mr Arnold!I looked down, Mr Arnold's head was resting on my lap. He had a calm smile on his face as