Whenever I had a feeling about something strongly, it seemed as if I would always be right about that. It first happened when I was in high school. As I went to private school, a place which was filled with some little rotten rich human being’s little miniature, it wasn’t exactly an upright place where I wanted to be. Moral was nowhere to be found in that school, if anything mattered to those people, it was money, power, and status.Lucky for us, Luke and I stood at the top of that game. As a part of the Hall family, the oldest and powerful one in Chicago, those little pieces of shit didn’t dare to look at our eyes, let alone talk to us.Luke had friends. He was always popular among boys and girls where I was a loner, but I enjoyed that. I didn’t need those bullies anywhere near me, all of them, every single one of them, was a criminal in my eyes.As I spent time with my grandfather and mom in the office, I was awar

LyraOne year later,“Are you fucking kidding me?” I shrieked from the bathroom after seeing two pink lines on the fucking pregnancy stick that I was holding in my hand firmly.This had to be a dream. This can’t be true. I closed my eyes and opened again with hope and trust that the two lines would be turned in one somehow magically. But it didn’t.So I took out another stick, praying this time it would be negative. I peed on it, kept my prayer loud while waiting for the result to appear on the stick, and then, BINGO. There were two lines on this one too, positive. I was pregnant.Nathan did that to me. How could he do that to me? I told him to wear a condom so many times, but he didn’t listen to any of my warnings. How many minutes did it take to wear one? But that adamant man didn’t listen, and now here I was holding the one thing that I

Seven Years Later Today we celebrated five years of our marriage with our two children. Our daughter Josephine was seven years old while our son Joshua Hall was five years old. It was still hard to believe for me that we came this way. Whenever I thought about the past or the way we met and the way today things turned out to be, it surprised me. I walked the path with him; however, I couldn’t comprehend that this was us now. Nathan told a lie to save me from the crowd. “She is my fiancée” that night in the club seven years ago, which ended us tied in a relationship that was a lie. Our engagement was a pure lie from my side, at least at that time. I was eager to be with him for my own selfishness. He wasn’t the person that I heard from my family’s mouth. He was my saving grace. Every time I fell, he was there holding me, and that was what made me thankful to him. With time I got to feel for him, and, oh