تسجيل الدخول“Let's divorce.” The words slam into me like a bulldozer, crushing every hope I have of this sham of a marriage surviving. I've known since last year that we aren't going to last till grey hairs pop on our heads but didn't know that the end would be too soon. I blink back tears, not wanting to show weakness before Zane. That bastard already took everything I had to offer. I'm not adding my tears to what he gets from me. “Okay.” I sigh, already picturing how soon I can pack my luggage and move out of the house. I do a mental scan of my bank account and calculate how much it will cost to get an apartment closer to work, and feed till my salary comes in. It's not much but I don't think I will die. “Okay?” Zane growls, ready to bite my head off. I roll my eyes, wondering what it is that he wants. Wasn't he the one who decided that we should get divorced? If he thinks that I'm going to beg him to stay married to me, he should think again. “Okay.” I repeat. His eyes widen. “You wa
“What do you think of when you think of your mother?” The therapist asks me, her pen in her hand, watching me as she flicks the pen against her notepad. I don't have to think too much for the answer. “Abandonment.” My mother left me when I was two. My aunt said she would take care of me but all she does is to overwork me and make me take care of her kids. My uncle said he would protect me but I needed protection from him every night. Everyone who has ever said they loved me ended up being the reason for the armour of pain I wear. “What do you think of when you see people?” “That they are untrustworthy.” “And how does this affect your relationship with them?” I shrug. “It doesn't affect my relationship with them because I don't trust them. I do what I have to do and move on with my life. If I don't trust them, they can't hurt me.” “Don't you think there is more to life?” I snort. “I stop believing that there is more to life.” “What if you finally find someone you can trust?
My hands shake as I apply the powder on my face. It shakes with an uncontrollable fervor that I'm surprised it hasn't fallen off.My twin brother, Zane, pops his head into my bedroom. “Are you ready, Zara?”I'm no way near ready. I don't think I can ever be ready.He steps inside and starts laughing. “Is your hand shaking?”I wince, hating that he is insensitive enough to spell out my problem when I'm trying hard to ignore it. He is only insensitive to me though as all the girls love him and gush about how sweet he is. Zane and sweetness are two opposite words but the other girls, my friend included, won't agree that he isn't sweet.“No, it's not.” I snap at him.He should shut his mouth.“It is.” He insists. “And I'm sure it's because of Tristan.”I groan and close my eyes. Zane is a jerk. I can't believe he ripped the band-aid off my wound and reminded me of the one name I didn't want to think about.Tristan. My high school boyfriend who I was deeply in love with but had to break u
“You shouldn't have bothered.” He groans as he opens the door, his breath reeking of alcohol and stale meals.I wonder the last time he had a proper meal.“I should have.” I say as I step inside.He makes way for me and walks off to his bedroom, leaving me alone in his cramped dirty and littered living room.I shake my head at the mess his house is, a testament to the mess the owner is. It's unfortunate though that Patrick isn't a slob but circumstances changed him into what he isn't.My late friend will cringe in her grave if she sees what her husband has turned into. She hasn't even spent two days in her grave and I already feel pity for her.“Patrick,” I call, moving towards his bedroom.He doesn't answer.I stand by the door and call again. “Patrick.”He knows I can't barge in and doesn't answer. I don't need to be told he is ignoring me on purpose.Except he is killing himself or has already done that. My anxious subconscious squeaks into my mind.My heart races with fear, parano
“Are we watching horror tonight?” Nicholas asks me.I cringe. “No. Not at all.” I hate horror movies and the only reason I tolerate them on movie night with Nicholas is because I get to pretend to be scared and cling to him. However, it's of no use. I might as well have been a log of wood clinging to him because he doesn't feel anything and neither does he recognize what I feel.I bet he won't even if I poke him in the face with my feelings held at the end of a pole.“I can't watch any more romance movies with you, Elizabeth.” He groans.“Do you have an issue with romance?” Or maybe the issue is with me. I've been friends with Nicholas for decades and he probably forgets that I'm a girl.“No. I just don't understand why I have to watch it every night. I need something to charge my brain.”I snort. “We've been reading for hours and charging our brains, Nicholas. A little mild fun of relaxation won't kill anyone. Not everything has to spike you up with adrenaline.”I've been friends
“Charlotte, that was a beautiful performance.” A junior colleague smiles as I walk towards my agency van.I smile, doing my best to look as humble as I can. “Thank you.”“Are you ready to leave?” My manager says as she opens the van.“I think so. I need a long soak.” I groan, especially after jumping over slopes and pretending to fight the whole army of another kingdom. “If I can get to sleep for ten , I won't mind it.”“Too bad you have another scene tomorrow.”She shouldn't have reminded me. The thought of tomorrow's scene makes my nerves go crazy.“Are you ready for it?” She presses.I don't think I can ever be ready. How can I ever be ready with a kissing scene with Leonardo, the king of romance movies in the entertainment industry? I started my acting career looking up to him as a legend and it still feels like a dream that I'm co-starring with him, even though I've been on set with him for almost two months.“Have you gotten everything I need you to get?” I ask, suddenly feelin
"Amy!" I gasp at the mention of my name, sitting upright and staring at the computer in confusion. "Were you even listening to me?" He snorts and shakes his head in his usual manner that shows how pathetic he finds me but I always find it amusing. "Yes, boss." I slur, blinking at him throu
"Extend my regards to your boyfriend." Sally, my roommate says as I pack my bag for the holiday. I roll my eyes, hating hearing the same tease for years and giving the same response. "Logan isn't my boyfriend." I respond with a sigh, reminding her just as I have always been reminding everyone e
A slow satisfied grin jumps on my lips as he pushes me against the door the moment we walk into the hotel, tugging impatiently at my clothes. I am impatient as well to get rid of the hindrance and help in dealing with the mess. I am desperate to feel his skin on me and in me. Within seconds, I am
"You have just three months left to live." I stare at the doctor, wishing that I am deaf and he hasn't just proclaimed a death sentence on me. I fight back the tears threatening to spill out of my eyes, hating how pathetic my life is. I am just twenty-two, freshly out of college and have a ton of







