Mom didnt say another word for a while, she just stood there, arms crossed as she looked at me and wondered if she should really say what was on her mind or if that would throw me over the edge. She cleared her throat and then said, "I took care of the problem and erased it." She didnt even need to say another word for me to know the truth, and the truth pissed me off. "You did what?" I asked, eyes narrowing as my brain wanted to explode with anger. I knew my mother could be cruel but I have never imagined that she would go to that length just to destroy something that I had cared about so deeply. My mother, capable of murder? It was something I couldn't believe even in a thousand years but yet somehow, it was the same thing I had come to see as being my reality. "Don't look at me like that okay. You were being bewitched by that devil. You had no idea what you were doing, you needed to be free and you needed to rest. What you needed at that time was focus, you didnt need some rec
She didnt flinch, did not even try to act surprised, she just stood still and said "you had a concussion. Nothing life threatening so there was no need to write down a formal report or let the public know, thats why there are no reports."It sounded to me like an already pre planned excuse. It was delievered so effortlessly, so simple and yet able to make anybody believe its words. I did not know the full story, I could not tell if this woman was lying to me or not but something in me told me that even if she was telling the truth, it was not the full one and I had to poke some more if I truly wanted to know everything that she was trying to hide from me. "Thats bullshit mom and you know it," I told her and for a moment, she moved back, shocked that I could talk back at her in that manner. She was about to experience more shocking news."If truly it was nothing serious, why would you go ahead and erase it? You and I both know that whatever we do in this family, whatever happens to
My mother was not the typical mother that most people had. Even from birth, i would normally see other people's mother talk about how their mother took them to the movies, or got their favourite action figure toy for them. Mine never did any of those. Instead, from when I was little, she started taking me to see the company and learn about everything that makes it unique. I had mastered every department in that company by the time I turned 18 and yet somehow my mom was still not convinced that I had all it took to rule after she had left. My father on the other hand believed I did. Though he was never around much to show me that, I had a feeling that the only reason he did not come into the house every day to yell at me was because he did believe that I was good enough. It was easier to live in that world than to believe that my dad did not care that much about me and just did not want to be around me. I needed something to hold on to and if this was what it would take me, then I w
LIAMFor as long as I can remember, I have always heard people say that the mind will chose to forget what the heart cant handle. That hasnt been the case with me because recently, I have been waking up in cold sweats and every night, my heart keeps racing as if I am running from something or maybe its someone. I touched my head that was banging as I got up from my bed to get a glass of water. Few seconds after waking up, I always remember a few scenes in the dream. I could see fire and I could hear screams. I had no idea where the fire was coming from or from where the screams erupted but it moved like a tsunami in my head and I could not deny its existence. In the middle of all that, I could hear a woman crying and then whispering words that sounded like my name, over and over again. It sounded like a desperate plea, like she was trying to drag me back from hell. I could not place the voice to anyone that I knew but over and over again, it sounded like my soul recongized her. T
I was not going to object to anything anymore. After all, I had discovered that the man that stood beside Ivy, smiling from ear to ear was not the same man I had loved. True, he looked so much like him and he even spoke like him but something in his eyes were missing and now I could tell why. I was upset that Liam was meeting with his mother behind my back still, I mean he did not even bother to tell me about it. Did he really think that I wont know about the things he did? I could not help but wonder why this young man did not tell me about his visits to his mother. Was he afraid that if i should find out about it, I would tell him to stop? Well of course I would have told him to stop seeing her. After all, he kept seeing her and what did we get in return. The woman broke her and destroyed what we had. If Liam had trusted me enough with the truth, we wont be in this mess. But why did he not trust me? Could it be that he had somehow not cared about me like he said he did? Was it a
Heartbreak, they say, does not kill but in that moment, I felt broken beyond repair and I knew that heartbreak could come close to being a lethal weapon. Tasha did not bother to try again, maybe because she already knew the kind of person I was or maybe because she could sense that I had a lot of misfortune whenever it came to being helped that it would make me come crawling back to her. I tried my best to keep a composed nature but most often than not, it didn't matter to a lot of people. I knew I needed assistance but I had been so embarrassed by the only man I have ever truly loved that it broke me without repair. I waited for a few more minutes, hoping that maybe Tasha would come back and offer another assistance. But she could only be so good once and after I had pushed her away, she didnt bother to wait around and confirm if I had gotten off the ground. It stung but I also knew that I deserved it. I hated self pity, so I wasnt planning on staying in the rain and crying for lo