"Idah?" "John?" I stared at the man that had called Xania with another name, don't tell me this is one of her victims. He looks old, he has grey hair visible with his midnight black dyed hair. He's tall, with a small potbelly hidden behind his blue button-up shirt, with a black velvet jacket over his shoulders. "Who's this?" I asked turning my head to look at her and I saw the tears brimming her eyes before she took a deep breath in and shook her head taking a step towards the man. Who is this guy and why is he looking at her like that? Like how I look at her. Admiration and fascination, but yet his look is also laced with more emotion, something that I've seen before, but have never experienced. She cleared her throat a

Zada' smile slowly dropped and she blinked her eyes shifting her weight from one leg to another. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to come out like that," I said and she smiled but it didn't reach her eyes. "What are you talking about, I don't have a father," she said, shaking her head. "So stop talking nonsense, it's always been just the two of us. As I was saying-" "Please just meet him so that we can be done with this, I also don't appreciate that he's coming around now after such a long time but maybe you should meet him and tell him that you don't want him in your life, right?" I held her shoulders looking at her trying to find some sort of reaction to what I was saying but there was none. "It's only going to be us and our baby boy right, Zada?" I know I was bein

I stared at the blank canvas that waited for me to violently paint my feelings on it. I sat on the floor twirling my paintbrush in my hand while my head chin rested on my other hand.  Lying down on my side, I carried on looking at the taunting whiteboard that teased me for not knowing what emotions I wanted to paint, I didn't know where to start. Zada had decided to go out for lunch with John today, and we had dinner with Travis' family later on tonight... I tried to warn her against meeting both 'stressful' factors in one day but she said she would rather deal with it all in one day.  Switching my position to lie on my back, I stared up at the ceiling and traced its circular patterns with my eyes while softly singing Mirror by Little Dragon. I couldn't help but feel as if I was getting it all wrong, all that I was doing...was any of it the right ch

"Oh my gosh, Patrick, you're so funny," I laughed at Mr William's joke. He had given me the go-ahead to call him by his name to which his wife protested but he said it was his and I was allowed to call him that.  Whenever she tried to throw jabs at Zada, I would always throw a bigger one, for example, mentioning how the dull white paint made the family look boring to which Patrick would respond that they were actually planning on changing the colour. Mrs William certainly didn't like how her husband was being a loose mouth and after a few glasses of wine for him, he was very charming.  The man couldn't stop complimenting Zada and me, asking how his son was lucky enough to bag a girl like Zada and how their child was going to be beautiful. I would then add fuel to the fire and suggest that we were prettier than Mrs William. I wouldn't be doing all th

"What do you want?" I asked Mike as I sat in front of him and he gave me an expressionless response, his eyes looked down to my legs before he looked back at my face and scoffed or laughed? "You wear dresses now?" He said and I shrugged my shoulders and he rolled his eyes. "Xania." "Yes?"  "You seem to be forgetting what you were sent to do," he said and I uncrossed my legs resting my shoulder on my knees and cupping my face. "What was I sent to do?" I asked mockingly and he smirked, uncrossing his legs and pushing his face in front of mine, his hands were interlocked and he cocked his head to the side. "I sent you to help me ruin Theo Walder, not to fall in love with him," he said and my smile fluttered before a ne