“I was thinking of going backpacking in Asia.” I say and my grandfather shakes his head at me but he doesn’t say anything else. “You don’t think it’s a good idea.” I ask when he continues to stay silent. I can tell he’s over this complaining, self pity phase I’m going through. He’s just being nice about it.
“You want to take some time off school?” He asks looking into the far distance. We’re sitting on his porch enjoying the cool air of the night. I remember the nights him, my grandmother and I would waste sitting out here. We would watch the stars and my grandmother would tell us old stories about warriors that live among the stars.
“I want to disappear.” I say and he looks at me unimpressed with what I just said.
“You want to run away.” He states not really asking me to confirm that’s what I’m feeling.
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5 years later I listen to the sound of her heels hit the floor as she come closer and closer to where I am. She keeps calling my name over and over. I close my eyes leaning into my chair. She knows not to disturb me during my meditation. This is my hour to reset, plan and hopefully forget my worries. Her coming here at this moment is throwing all that into chaos. And she knows it. We’ve talked about her letting me have this one luxury in life but she can’t seem to let me have it. All I ask for is an hour where I can sit and not be bothered, but of ‘course she just has to do something to disturb my peace. I sit there until I hear her stop in front of my chair. She sighs audibly so I can hear that she’s annoyed, if only she knew that I’ equally annoyed with her right now. “Didn’t you hear me call you?” She says when I don’t open my eyes or acknowledge her. I slowly open my eyes and look at her. “I’ve been walking around this house calling your name like a mad woman. Why didn’t you a
Samantha stares at me as I walk into our bedroom. I can see by the look on her face that she has something serious she needs to take off her chest. That look usually means that our night is going end in a fight unless one of us compromises. For the sake of peace it has always been me but there are certain things I won’t fold on. I wonder who’ll have to make the compromise tonight. “Will we ever have a baby?” Samantha asks when I get into bed. I lay my head on the pillow and close my eyes. I can’t believe she chose to talk about that right now. This is not something I’m willing to compromise on and she knows it. “You’re not talking to me now?” She asks her voice getting a little high. I really don’t need this right now. I just had a long evening with my parents and I can’t have her going in on me right before I sleep. “I feel like we’ve had this conversation before and I say the same thing every time. I don’t see how the answer is going to be different this time.” I say and I hear he
“Hello Penthouse apartment.” Casey says excitedly when I open the door. I smile and go in for a hug. It feels so good to see her, we haven’t seen each other in so long. I missed her so much. Life has been so busy that we haven’t had time to link up. What they don’t tell you about adulting is that the days get shorter and relationships are harder to maintain. It’s so hard to keep in touch when you are trying to keep your shit together. “I think I chose the wrong career.” She says when she walks into my apartment. “We do the same thing. What are you talking about?” I say laughing. We walk into the kitchen and sit at the island. She touches the marble top, smoothing it out. I look at her funny, we work in the same industry and we make about the same amount of money. She’s acting like she can’t have this if she wanted to. “I chose the house, white picket fence and the 2.1 kids. I didn’t stop to think that maybe I could want this.” She says gesturing to my place. “This is bomb af, pent
When are you going to see her?” My grandfather asks looking at me sitting on his favorite chair in my home office\ library. He looks at me smiling mischievously and then he turns to the fire place longingly. “I’m not going to see her. I don’t think it’s a good idea.” I say more to myself but I’m looking at him. He turns to look at me smiling. He has this I don’t believe the crap you’re telling me look on his face. “We should light the fire.” He says out of nowhere, changing the subject. I look at him confused and disappointed. I really need someone to talk to about this before I lose my mind. But I guess he’s not in the mood to listen to my bullshit today. “It’s going to get hot.” I say looking at the fire place. It’s not cold out, the house is cool. But as soon as we light that thing it’s going to be a furnace in here. “I know but it would be so nice to look at.” He says smiling at me like a kid that wants something really bad. And unfortunately I can’t say no to him when he look
“Hey, Melody.” My new boss Jack says standing at my office door. I look up and smile at him. He walks in gingerly unsure of himself. I look at him curiously, that’s very odd of him. “Hi.” I say and he walks in closing the door. I look at him slightly concerned, I’ve only been here two weeks and he’s already walking into my office closing doors. This can’t be good. I can’t imagine I’ve messed up yet. “I just wanted to check in, see how you’re doing. You know the two week check in.” He says sitting in one of the chairs in front of my desk. “I’m settling in well. I think I’m starting to find my rhythm.” I say and he looks at me smiling but he still seems unsure. “I’m happy to hear that. I want you to be as comfortable as possible. The board and I are very excited to have on board and we know how important of an asset you are to our team. We hope we can build a lasting relationship with you.” He says and I calm down a little, I thought he was coming in here to tell me that I lost my jo
“Thank you for joining me for dinner.” Knox says smiling at me from across the table. I look around at the beautiful view. We’re in a private room at the highest level of the tallest restaurant in the city. It’s so breathtaking. “It’s not like you gave me much of a choice.” I say looking at him. I smile back at him because his real smile is infectious. “I like to believe that I gave you a choice.” He says staring at me. His eyes are filled with that mischief he had in university. He’s playing games. “We believe what we want to believe.” I say and that makes him laugh. “You know, I didn’t imagine meeting you again would go down like this.” He says leaning back in his chair getting comfortable. His eyes don’t leave mine; they greedily take me in as he smiles at me. “No? How did you imagine it going down?” I ask taking a sip of my wine. I need to ask the waiter what brand of wine this is. It tastes exquisite, it’s probably one of those insanely expensive and rare bottles. Knox chose
“Is anyone home?” I hear Olive call out from the entryway of the house. Her footsteps echo in the house as she walks toward my office. “Maybe I should have called first.” I hear her say as she comes closer to the door. She didn’t even tell me she was coming, I wonder if her mother knows she’s back. She walks into the office her eyes going to the desk. She scans the room and finds me sitting in my chair. I look at her at her surprised, she looks refreshed and grown up. I guess a year in Paris will do that to you. I smile excited to see her. I missed her so much. I love having her around. “Wow you look old.” She says smiling at me. I frown at her words; she has a way of making me not miss her in a matter of seconds. “Hello to you too.” I say getting up from the chair. She walks to me and we hug. She wraps her arms around me giving me so much love. I smile at her sweetness. “What’s with the beard?” She asks staring at my face, “It’s a new thing I’ve been trying out for about a yea
“There is a Mr. Knox here to see you.” The concierge says when I answer the phone. I look at the time on my phone and sigh. Its 8 pm on a Saturday doesn’t he have some rich people thing to go to? Or better yet a wife to be with? Why is he here to bother me? “Let him up.” I say ending the call. I knew letting him drive me home the other night was a bad idea. Now that he knows where I live and he is going to show up randomly whenever he wants. I need to stop this before it goes any further. I don’t want a repeat of our university days that shit wasn’t cute then and it will never be. We’re too grown to be going through all that drama again. I don’t have the patience, time, energy, emotional ability or luxury of having a man show up at my day whenever he wants. I have my sibling’s safety and sanity to think about. I’m going through a process of healing and adjustment. I really don’t need his bullshit right now About a minute later my doorbell rings. I leisurely walk out of my bedroom an