“Is there any particular reason why I'm standing here?” I ask the security guard with a carefully practiced bored expression on my face. “I'm just waiting for confirmation, and then I will let you pass. I'm sorry. Instructions from the higher ups.” The man says once more before he continues his work. My heartbeat increases as I look around me. Most people were starting to look at me suspiciously and sooner than later, Roman is going to get me. “Fine. Where's the bathroom?” I ask the man after some time of thinking. “It's just down that way.” The man says with a polite smile on his face as he points me to a door at his far right. I don't say anything as I haul my bag with me towards the stalls. ‘Fuck!’ This is not supposed to be happening. I had to get on that train. And I have to do it fast. I weigh my options and come up with a hasty plan I hope is enough to get me boarded. I open my duffel bag and say a little prayer of thanks for having a bestfriend like Ashley. I take out t
A hard choice has to be made. My past or my present. After my mother died, it was almost as if all the friends she had and her family as well vanished into thin air. It became clear to me when I grew up, that my father purposefully cut them out of our lives. I had sworn to myself that I would come back and look for them but life happened and I haven't had the chance to. But right now, the opportunity to reconnect with the only people who knew and loved my mother as much as I did has fallen into my lap but it comes at the expense of my future. If I stay back for even an hour longer, I will surely be caught which is why I refuse to turn back. With tears dripping down my cheeks, I forge forward as I run towards the motel. I barely see the road in front of me as the tears refuse to stop. I rush into my room and hurriedly change out of my dress and into some pants and a tee. I sling my bag over my shoulder as I head out of the room. I take a cab to the train station, and luckily for me
A hard choice has to be made. My past or my present. After my mother died, it was almost as if all the friends she had and her family as well vanished into thin air. It became clear to me when I grew up, that my father purposefully cut them out of our lives. I had sworn to myself that I would come back and look for them but life happened and I haven't had the chance to. But right now, the opportunity to reconnect with the only people who knew and loved my mother as much as I did has fallen into my lap but it comes at the expense of my future. If I stay back for even an hour longer, I will surely be caught which is why I refuse to turn back. With tears dripping down my cheeks, I forge forward as I run towards the motel. I barely see the road in front of me as the tears refuse to stop. I rush into my room and hurriedly change out of my dress and into some pants and a tee. I sling my bag over my shoulder as I head out of the room. I take a cab to the train station, and luckily for me t
AELLA Smack!!!The sound of skin hitting against skin reverberates around the thin walls of the kitchen. I clutch my aching cheek, willing myself not to cry, I can't let them win. "I'm not the enemy you ungrateful bitch." Kate hisses at me.I look at my dad who glares at me as if it's a strange thing that I don't want to marry a man twice my age. "This man has enough money to take care of you and whatever bastard children you might have," Kate says staring daggers at me."If he's so good, why doesn't Mia marry him?" I ask in a condescending tone."Mia is a child you bitch." Kate says while taking a threatening step towards me.I stumble back a little not willing to be slapped again. "Mia is my age!" "But at least she's not a slut like you." Kate says dismissively. "Look, Aella, the last thing we want to do is hurt you." my father says in a tone I'm sure is supposed to be placating."Oh you've hurt me already, you hurt me when you threw my mother's things out after she died, you
AELLA"Roman Montgomery, 25 year old masters student, and the star in every females fantasy and nightmare." a voice startles me out of the staring contest I has with the shadow. "Huh?" I ask, while turning towards the owner of the voice."I'm just offering helpful information." she says while nodding at the wrangler jeep guy."Oh, uhhh….. I didn't really need to know that." I say more than self-conscious, not willing to come off as desperate for his attention. "I don't think you have a choice in that." she says drily while staring pointed behind me. I turn to see who she is staring at, and I gasp lightly. Roman, as she had called him, had come out of the shadows and now stood in front of me. I couldn't help but marvel at his beauty, at 6'4 with dark haired and a chiselled face, he was by far the sexiest male in the room, and he stood with the confidence of one who knew it. "Gossiping me, I see." he says in a raspy voice that would make millions if he ever decided to go into audio
AELLA We drive around the city in an uncomfortable silence. At least it was uncomfortable for me. I make it my mission to take note of the major roads we pass in case I need to make a run for it. "Relax…., I don't bite." Roman says with a smirk, "at least not hard enough." he completes under his breath. "That's not helping. What if you want to kill me?" I say, shaking slightly. "Don't stress, I bury most of my bodies deep in the woods." he says with a pokerface. If there was a way for me to turn whiter than I already was, then I would have. I clasp my hands together and close my eyes and pray to whatever God there is, that if he were to save me, I wouldn't enter cars with strangers again. It's not like I had a choice this time. We get to a deserted dirt road, and he makes a turn for it, and then we are descending a little hill. He parks the car on the corner of the road and steps out to my side, and soon he's leading me out of the car. He still doesn't say a word to me as he s
ROMAN The drive back into the city was quiet as fuck. I swipe my hands across my face, trying to chase away the drowsiness that comes from hours of swimming. For me, it was more a sport I had to be good at than something I did for fun. "What's your class schedule for tomorrow?" I ask Aella. She straightens her dress with a scoff, "Surely, you do not believe I would tell you." "I have other ways to get it, I was just giving you a chance to tell me yourself." I say. "I don't have any classes tomorrow, just work." She eventually responds in anger. I don't bother responding to her lies, I knew for sure she had classes and I wonder what she hoped to achieve with those lies. My phone vibrates from the pocket of my jeans and I take it out only to see a message from my shitty friends. "Eyes on the road." Aella practically screams in my ears. I look at her and notice her near panic expression and I wonder what that's all about. When I had read her files, there was no mention of anxiet
AELLA I barge into the kitchen of the restaurant I'm working at and fling the half-filled tray on the counter. 'I wonder why the customers today were being extra bitchy and insensitive.' "Is everything okay?" Greg the restaurant's chef asks. "She said the egg was too salty." I respond angrily referring to one of our customers."It's a paprika-fried egg, it's supposed to be salty." He says while filling up another tray. I grab the tray and move towards the door, "Yeah, tell that to her." "Chicken and fries coming right up." I say with forced cheerfulness to my newest customer. After serving, I look at the clock and notice its time for my thirty minute break and I don't hesitate in heading out the back with a burger. I sit down on the back porch and groan into my hands at the unreleased tension in my lower back. Last night had been too much, we had watched movies and drunk a cheap bottle of tequila until we literally passed out. And then I had to wake up early this morning for my