Need you Now - Lady Antebellum Youâre Not Here - Cynthia Erivo
âWhat makes you happy, Regina?â It was the fourth session with Dr. Cervello, and Regina was getting annoyed that she kept asking her the same question. âIt will make me happy if you start with the hypnotherapy so I can forget the stupid shit I want to forget about and get on with my life.ââYouâre just staring at me again, Regina. Give me those words you have in your head. Tell me what you feel.ââGoing to class makes me happy. Sunday market, pasta, buttery croissants, latte, creamy cheesecake.âThe doctor smirked. âYouâre just mouthing off food again.ââI love food. It makes me happy,â she said with a smug look.âTell me about your art. What have you been doing?â Regina tried asking the doctor why they never got started on the hypnotherapy nicely, and she countered by asking Regina about her romantic relationships. She did not want to talk about her love life, but something about the doctorâs kind, grandmotherly eyes made her spill everything.Then, Regina tried bullying the doctor,
Itâs been two months since Regina left, and Owen had never felt more lost in his life. âMom, are you there? Can you hear me?â He said as he sat on the chair beside his mother's bed. The TV was on, but he didnât know if she was watching or not. âSometimes I just wish you wouldnât disappear all the time.â He kneeled at her bedside and laid his head near her hand. âI need you right now, Mom. I wish you could hear me.â Before his mother got sick, they would often have heart-to-heart talks, where he told her how he felt and what bothered him while she imparted knowledge and love. Owen sighed heavily. âWhatâs the use of being here when I canât talk to you? I should leave before I wake you up.â He wiped his tears with the back of his hand and was about to stand up when his momâs hand shot out to grab his arm. âOwie, what is wrong? Who made you cry?â It was the nickname they used when Myles and Yvan were born. None of them could say Owen, calling him Owie instead. âOh, Mom,â Owen brok
âGood morning, Regina.â âGood morning, Doctor.â âHow are you doing today?â âFine, I guess.â âYou seem bothered. Whatâs going on?â âWell, today is our last session, but I still havenât experienced what I came here for. It seems like Iâve wasted my time answering all your questions about my family, work, and life here in France, but nothing else.â âWhat did you come here for?â âWell, I came here so you can help me forget.â The doctor raised her brow. âTell me, what do you want to forget?â âI wanted to forget about the accident.â âWhat accident are you talking about?â âDoctor, are we going to do this again?â Regina asked with an irritated tone in her voice. âWell, I am your psychiatrist, and it is my job to ask questions. So, what accident did you want to forget?â âI keep on telling you, itâs theâŠâ Regina knitted her brows. âAt the hospital, there was a shootingâŠâ she looked at the doctor. The doctor raised both brows, urging her to continue. âBut⊠Iâm not afraid of that a
That night, our family headed home only after the other guests had all gone home. My parents wanted to show our support to Mrs. Bennet and their family, and though my two older brothers left earlier, Raffy and I stayed with our parents. I wanted to show Owen I was there for him, even though he did not know I was alive. In my haste to leave, I forgot the black elbow-length gloves I wore as part of my outfit. I had a black conservative knee-length short-sleeve dress with a funeral hat and veil to appear sophisticated. At sixteen, I wanted to be viewed as a young woman and not as a kid anymore, but being an adult was such hard work. I took the gloves off as it was getting hot, and my hands were getting clammy since I was not used to wearing such things. I found them on the seat where I left them, and I was thankful because my mother would have scolded me for losing something she lent me. Just when I was about to head out, I heard someone moaning. I froze, scared it was Uncle Richard
Every Wednesday and Sunday was market day in the city of Carbon, the pasta capital of France. During market day, farmers near the city, with artisans, bakers, and artists, bring their produce and wares to the market square to sell.Tourists flock around the stalls snapping pictures and buying souvenirs, but to the locals, it was a way of life. It is where they get their fresh and organic groceries.Until recently, Regina had only passed by the market. She was living alone, and buying produce usually meant they were spoiled even before she could consume them.Regina was not an excellent cook, so thinking of a recipe took forever. If she dropped by the market, she bought bread, cheese, and pastries, things that were ready to eat and easy to prepare.But today would be different, as she was shopping with the ladies from the nursing home. A few able-bodied individuals would come to the market so they could plan their meals, and the excitement of the people around the square rubbed off on
Dear Owen, Iâm sending this letter to you three months after the first time I received the treatment to erase my unhappy memories. By this time, the letters Iâve sent to your mother might have lessened or stopped completely because I predict I wonât be able to recall any of the events that happened during the time Iâve worked for your family. Iâm doing this because I want to forget all the bad things that happened last year. I know it is but a fraction of what we shared, but it made a big impact in my life and I want to forget it ever happened. Iâm not talking about my abduction because I remember none of it, but Iâm speaking about my lost baby. Yes, I was pregnant, and the appendectomy I had was for another type of surgery. Itâs another discussion for later if I ever remember about it. When I learned I was pregnant, I wished it was our baby, but I could not face the fact that something happened during the days I was missing, and it might not be yours. I wanted us to have a futu
Jason told the ladies he was in town to join his best friend in learning more about handmade pasta and preparing authentic sauces from the different regions in France. He was thinking of opening an Italian restaurant or adding some pasta dishes to the cafe menu so they could serve lunch. But, of course, since Jason learned Regina was on vacation, he thought it would be the perfect opportunity for them to get together. He did not expect to see Regina the first week he arrived, and it was pure coincidence, but he was happy about the outcome. Now that they were alone, Regina felt awkward being with Jason. She knew nothing about the man in her current state and was apprehensive that she was leading him to her apartment. âIâm sorry if I was too forward by inserting myself into your schedule with the women from the home care,â Jason said when he noticed Regina grew quiet on their walk home. âI didnât think weâd have another chance to see each other if I let this opportunity pass.â âItâ
The next morning, Regina came in earlier than usual so she could volunteer and go home without bumping into Jason. She had a feeling he would be there that afternoon to bring goodies during afternoon tea time, but she was wrong.Jason was already at the nursing home, cooking breakfast for the ladies when she arrived, so Regina could not make an excuse and back out.Being a nurse, she helped take their blood pressure, brought them their medicine, and asked them about any symptoms or ailments they felt in their body, jotting it down in a notebook that she would turn over to the head nurse later.She volunteered to help with the gardens and even helping with cleaning the toilets. âWhy do I feel youâre abandoning me?â Jason asked later when they finally sat down for breakfastâIâm not. Thereâs just a lot to do, and I wanted to help.âHe looked at her, and she knew there was no way he would have believed that lie, not when everyone kept asking where she was when they were around him.âI r
âRegina, are you okay?â Arthurâs softer voice asked from the other side, and she looked up as she wiped her tears away. âI need to tell you something before he comes back. I drugged you the entire time you were with Jacob because he wanted you to cry and scream when he raped you, but he wouldnât touch a sleeping body. He said it felt like he was fucking the dead. So I made you sleep.â âYou what?â âI drugged you, so he couldnât do anything to you. All the things he told you were lies. None of them happened.â âYou did that for me?â she asked, confused about whom to believe. Was this version of Arthur telling the truth, or was it also another lie? âI couldnât bear the thought that I stood by and watched while he harmed you.â âWhy?â âI always loved you, Regina. I always will,â Arthur said before his face changed again. âThat stupid shit. What did he tell you?â Armed with the knowledge that nothing happened between them, Regina stood to taunt Jacob. She wanted to get to the bottom o
âI wanted to see.ââAnd thereâs a reason I told you no.ââBabeâŠââThat guy left me for dead, Regina. Would you like to see a picture of that?ââYes. I want to understand why a man with a face so kind could be so horrible.ââI will show you the footage from the precinct and how they found out Arthurâs mental illness.â Owen sighed, knowing that keeping the truth from Regina would just give her more reason to sneak around. âThen will you come to bed and forget about this?â She nodded as Owen retrieved a file from his computer and showed her a video of Arthur arguing with himself at the precinct. He was fighting with himself as if there were two people instead of one, and Regina felt unnerved. âThe doctors said Jacob was too traumatized by Arthurâs loss that he erased the fact that he was dead. In his grief, he developed the Arthur persona, who was kind and smart, just like the actual person. It was a form of coping mechanism.ââWhere is he now?ââIn the psychiatric hospital inside the
âYOU KILLED ARTHUR! YOU DONâT DESERVE TO BE HAPPY!â It said before images began appearing on the screen. Regina was frozen and horrified because of the text, she was trying to figure out what the images were but Owen closed the lid before she did.âDonât touch the computer. It was just a virus. I have a friend who can clean this for you.âWho would send such a horrific message? And what is that message about Arthur? Is he dead?ââYes, no. Itâs a long story. Donât worry about it.â He said as he moved the laptop to his desk.âDonât lie to me, Owen.â Regina stood up to face him. âWe said no secrets. What was that about? And why is there a naked woman on my screen?ââDid you have an affair and not tell me, because gods help me, I am not taking this crap from you.ââNo babe, I wouldnât do that to you. You have to sit while I tell you what that was about.ââI canât sit. My blood is boiling right now.ââOkay, letâs go to the kitchen, get a glass of water for both of us while I collect my tho
âDad, thank you for giving me the extended leave. France has inspired me a lot with my artistic side. Did you see my paintings?ââYeah, I have a few of them put up in the hospital and around the house already. Is that what you want to do now? Paint?ââOh no, thatâs just my side hobby. I was inspired by the nursing home in France and wanted to build a non-profit nursing home as a branch of our hospital.ââThat sounds like a good idea. I think someone suggested that before and we just didnât have time to look into it. Talk to the project manager so we can get this started. Which wing do you want it in?ââWell, thatâs the thing. I want it to be separate from the hospital, in a more scenic setting so we can usher the old people to rest peacefully. I donât want them to feel like theyâre in the hospital all the time.ââAre you willing to put in work for this project? This will be a lot of work, starting with finding available properties. You canât just quit mid-way because itâs too hard.âR
âWhat are you telling them?ââDonât worry about it, sweetie. I have everything in control.â He said confidently as they walked to his motherâs room.âMom? Are you awake?â Owen asked. Myles was reading her a book Regina sent from France, and the scenes were getting steamy, so he was glad that his motherâs attention got diverted to the guests. âLook whoâs here?âHe stepped aside, and Regina softly exclaimed, âSurprise!âMrs. Bennet stared at Regina, wondering who she was, and then it clicked. âMandy? Oh, Iâm glad youâve come. Iâve missed you so.â She grew emotional as Regina sat on the bed and hugged her.âSo did I Mrs. Bennet. I am glad to see that you are better.â Regina touched her forehead to get the temperature and her wrist to check how fast her pulse rate was.âOh, it was nothing. They just worry too much. Now Iâm in the hospital when all I want to do is see that dog.â Bella had been constant in her life, and like Regina, not having seen her for a few days, threw everything out o
News of Owenâs mystery woman spread throughout the nation as pictures of the couple were shared across every website on the internet. âOwen, what are we going to do? Can we hire someone to delete the pictures?â Regina asked as the car sped away. He smirked, âNo.â âNo? But your reputation?â âIâm a single man in a relationship with a beautiful woman, so I donât care about the pictures.â âBut the paparazzi, theyâll know.â âWeâre not hiding our relationship, my love. Unless you want to.â âI donât.â âI know you donât want your face in the media, so we wonât tell them who you are. Let them find out on their own.â âI donât care if they find out. Iâm through hiding. It didnât do me any good, anyway. I kept lying to people I really liked. I just hope they could forgive me,â she said, leaning back into the seat, more relaxed. âWell then, thatâs settled,â Owen smiled and leaned over to nuzzle her ear. âYou know theyâll be at my apartment waiting. What do you say we go to yours and lock
Regina asked how they all knew each other, and the three men regaled her with stories of when they met while re-constructing the apartment she was staying in.âSo I have a question. If Owen owns the complex, then why do I have a small apartment?âCaelan and François both laughed and teased Owen.âWell, I didnât want you to get suspicious about paying such a small price for an enormous apartment, so we gave you the smallest unit. It was Caelanâs place.ââAwwâŠâ Regina looked at Caelan, âYou gave it up for me? Iâm sorry if I brought in mismatched furniture in there.ââDonât feel sorry for him. He got a bigger apartment out of the deal, so heâs happy about that.â Owen butted in, and Regina laughed.âI donât mind how you decorated the place. I like it and will keep most of the furniture,â Caelan replied.âSo I heard Owen hired you to follow me around and disrupt my dates with Jason. Is that true?ââWellâIâHeâYes, itâs true,â Caelan could not defend himself, so he admitted the truth.âSo th
The sun was peeking through the horizon by the time the couple fell asleep, satiated and full of love. Neither wanted to sleep lest everything was just a dream. Regina woke up first, staring at the sleeping man beside her, waiting for him to awaken. âWhat are you doing?â Owen asked, his voice husky from sleep.She blushed that she got caught running her finger down his chest, tracing the lines of his abdomen. âWaking you. Did it work?ââIt did.â He grabbed her waist, pulling her toward him. He hooked his legs around hers and kissed her neck. âI missed you so much that when you stopped sending me messages, it made me go crazy.ââIâm sorry. I was so ashamed about what happened that I did not know how to handle the situation. How could I not know anything about my body?ââThere were a lot of things happening during that time. Stop blaming yourself. Weâre here now, where we should be. Just donât shut me out again.ââI promise I wonât.â Owen nibbled her neck, and her body came alive. âW
âI had a babyâââI know.âRegina scrunched her brows in shock. âBut I never told you. The diary said you didnât know.ââThe baby was ours,â he said, holding her gaze. If her mouth wasnât hanging open before, it was now.âHowâââHow did I know? I have the same tracker app you do, and they were synched together so I could watch your cycle. I wanted to know when it would be safe because we were having unprotected sex. We needed to take extra precautions to prevent having an accident.ââBut we still did.ââIt doesnât make a difference. I still love you.â âYou knew, and you didnât tell me?ââI was waiting for you to share your troubles, so I gave you the space you needed, but you just distanced yourself from me. I didnât want to nag you because youâve been through so much already. So I waited.ââThe diary said I couldnât tell you because I felt guilty.ââI know.ââBut I didnât tell youâŠââYou said it in the letter that you sent me.ââThe letter that you keep talking about?ââYes, do you w