Twirling the wheels, he blisteringly drove on the road like a pro...maybe he was.
The horns coming from his car were apoplectic, just the way he felt at the very moment. With a wail, he ruffled his hair backward with his left hand while the other remained at the wheels. His black hair was disarrayed and sloppy, his typically warm eyes were bloodshot like a deranged man, who was ready to put the trigger on the head of the person responsible for his insomniac nights, his pants were begrimed and his white sleeves were left unbuttoned from the top, unveiling his bold chest but he didn't care...why in heavens name would he care about his appearance at such a moment.
How long had it been, when would all this ever stop. Why couldn't he go back to that loving family he used to have...even though everything was forgeries. Why did everything have to fluctuate, why couldn't he dwell in it even if it was just an illusion of what would happen i
It was a Monday afternoon, while Bell, Liam, and Ichabod were playing cards in the dining area, Violet was reading a magazine, Harriet was surfacing on her phone, smiling to herself every minute, and lastly, Mystique was busy caressing her stomach while occupying a whole couch to herself. Five days, it had been five days since she had been locked in the boss's penthouse with these species, they could leave for a few minutes but she couldn't, even Bell was not green-lighted to decamp as they fretted she would be heckled without any ammunition. Mystique snuffled out narked air from her mouth. Even her uncle had been beeping her regularly, always asking her whereabouts and if anything unusual had happened to her. Mystique scoffed at that question, only if her uncle knew how unusual her life had been since she met Damien. Her once peaceful life had never been the same, it was now turned upside, filled with
The loud sound of a thunderstorm could be heard from the outside, Mystique jerked up awake as the grumbling and rumbling sound got louder and the rain got heavier, pattering against the windows. An unsettled feeling crept its way to her stomach, the feeling of antsy and humid also found its way to her heart. As the air got heavier, so did Mystique's heart as it began beating speedily beneath her chest, her hands shook beneath the blanket, her head felt weighty as if it was being pressed down and her forehead got sweaty. She turned her head to the side to find Damien fast asleep, wearing a long sleeve shirt, it was the first time he wore a shirt to sleep. Mystique bit her lips, debuting on whether She should wake him or not but She shook his head, dismissing the idea as She thought of how the other went to bed early, he must have been really tired. Slowly, She pulled the sheets closer to her chest, jerking every time a thunder sound rang through the room, prici
Ireful, she smashed the magazine in her hand stiffly on the table, her face was desensitized revealing how angry she was at the moment. The young man sitting lown at the opposite of her chuckled in amusement. "This is too fun" he commented, taking a sip from his wine. "You think this is funny Xorn. I am his mother, why does he have to go against me. I thought I had him under my control" She frowned, trying to recall where she had gone wrong in raising her son the way she wanted. "Theo is not a kid anymore, he knows what he wants. He is thirty for fuck sake, give him some break. He deserves it" Xorn hissed, rolling his eyes. "You are attacking too constantly, give everyone some break" "What do you mean?" "Since you failed to capture Mystique, I think you should go from the inside. Destroy them both from the inside and when they are in their weakest state, you can strike
"Boyfriend...?" Mystique felt a shank skewering through her heart as that word sink deeply into her heart, but she managed to maintain her angry face, she would never let them see her dissembler. The lady scoffed again, crossing her hands over her chest. "And who are you?" That question strikes her hard. Who was she in the man's life? What right did she have in his life? she was only carrying his child. What right did she have to be jealous of the other person had a girlfriend? "Oh, I didn't realize. I apologize" she said, sadness growing deep in her eyes as they got teary, thankfully, her voice didn't waver as she had expected. "I will give you space to talk, I'll be in the car" She veered and raced out from the store, slurring over the calls of Damien, who stood up to run after her but the lady held back his hand. He reeled to her and gave her a blank and stoic look. He immediately tore her hand off his wri
"I can't believe am here again?" Harriet grizzled, rolling her eyes as she continuously shadowed Mystique from one corner of the kitchen to the other while the pregnant person was making lunch. Mystique shook her head. She also couldn't believe she would be putting up with that for the whole day. Damien had to leave for work as he had an important meeting that required his presence. "You are whiny," she said to the other person, now standing beside the kitchen counter. Here she thought she was the pregnant one. Harriet scoffed unbelievingly."Look who's talking" Mystique rolled her eyes. "Am pregnant" she defended himself. "That does not justify what you put me through for five days" Harriet retorted. "What are you even making, you have been cooking since I got here" "Which was 20 minutes ago. Can you drive me to the office later, I need to give Da
"Please don't hurt me!" She pleaded, supporting her stomach with her hand, but the more she stood there, the nipping throe in her rib only consolidated, a single teardrop whisked from her right eye. she couldn't die there, she still had a lot of things to do. "Come on, Sugar" they tittered in travesty, only a few steps away from her. "Please, don't" she continued to besiege but they paid no mind as they were now before her. Mystique shut her eyes, waiting for the worst to happen. Her breathe evened and her heart raced in terror for herself and her baby. Her head felt whirling and heavy, she suddenly felt hefty. "Well, guys" an unfamiliar voice bellow from behind them and they all turned to find a man standing there. "Stay away from him!" And that was the last thing Mystique heard before she gave in to the darkness. *~* Sluggishly, her eyes flitter
Pokily, her eyes fluttered but her vision was completely befogged. She shook her head, trying to see clearly but it was ineffectual, everything was dim especially without her glasses. She opened her mouth to speak but She realized her mouth was taped sealed, her eyes widened and She tried to move but her body refused to respond, She gazed down with her blurry vision and was able to make out how a rope was tied tightly around her body to a chair. Her eyes popped out, wanting to pull out from their sockets. What happened...? why was She tied to a chair, who tied her. She shut her eyes, trying to remember anything, anything at all but only succeeded in inviting a very nasty headache, her head felt explosive and her body ached, She whined in dismay but suddenly, She remembered everything. *~* Earlier... That next morning, Mystique woke up to find Damien getting dressed for work, he was putting on
"Good morning Harriet!" She greeted cheerfully and the person gazed up from her paper. "You seem rather cheerful today, Miss Miller" Harriet pointed out, sitting upright. "After nearly killing all of us yesterday" She continued. Mystique bit her lower lip. "Am sorry about yesterday, I miscalculated" Harriet sighed. "I've seen the CCTV footage of that meeting, I do not blame you for reacting that way because anyone would have the same reaction but I know one thing, Damien is against cheating since the day his first girlfriend cheated on him with his best friend. Trust me, Damien loves you, I have known him for years and I have never seen him treat any of his previous lovers the way he treats you, I have never seen him stare at anyone the way he gazes at you. You are special to him and I want it to remain that way. If you have any misunderstandings, talk to me and settled it because he nearly had our h