I thought it would be just one time that Katherine would fill my room with baby shopping but I was wrong. She brings several shopping bags into my room every week. Now the room where I'm living looks more like a kid's room with all those colorful, bright clothes, plastic toys and stuffed animals. Both of Ashar's parents are very happy about it.I finally muster some courage to confront to Ashar one last time. I want to know his reasons behind his strange behavior. I want to know what he wants from his own mouth. However, I swear this will be last time I'll let him hurt me.I push opened his bedroom's door, move my eyes around. Flashbacks of that night shuffle through my brain as I step inside. My heart shrinks in my chest as I feel rush of mixed emotions – mixture of love and hate. It's the second time I came to his room. This meeting will decide my fate.He is standing against his dresser, doing his hair through his fingers. He is in fresh clothes, lookin

Both Elle and Abby continued teasing me after our wild encounter. They call me names every time I come across in front of them, even try to embarrass me in front of other students.I assumed that they are actually taking their revenge because they are unable to acknowledge their defeat. I ignore them because I'm too engrossed in my own traumatic thoughts to react to their childishness. Besides, I think ignoring them is the best solution to deal with these weirdoes.I'm about to walk further when they come in front and block my path. "Oh come on. It's been quite some time since we last talked."Abby jeers, looking at her friend. Her eyes move to my snacks. In spur of moment, she snatches it from me. I jump a little reflexively and tilt the milkshake glass without realizing, causing the liquid to fall on to my pumps."Aargh." I exasperate.They burst into laughter. I place the milkshake glass on the nearby empty table, muttering some swear words to m

Hobsons arranges a grand celebration on New Year's Eve at their mansion. Ashar's parents have also invited me and insisted that I should be there too. It's my first party at the mansion and probably the last one as well. The celebration is arranged at the back side of the mansion as usual. Most of the Hobsons's events are organized at the backyard. I'm not willing to be a part of their celebration especially with the outgrown tummy and chubby features, but still I'm attending it upon Matt and Katherine's request. Katherine has arranged a beautiful, maternal gown for me. My blue, floor-length gown is elegantly designed with a fitted lace bodice, made of pure silk. My makeup is soft and my hair are loosely resting on my back. Once I'm ready, I go the backyard. I roam my gaze around and observe the happy, cheerful faces of the guests who are there to welcome the New Year. My eyes catch Ashar who is in white patterned shirt and nude blazer over it. He's standing at t

Two weeks later   After going through another round of my parents' scolding, I push open my bedroom's door exasperatingly and step inside. Since Sanaya has left the house, I'm experiencing this almost every day because according to them, it's my fault that she left. Never in my dreams, I could think that she was planning to leave the house, leaving her new-born behind. All that time, all those months when we caged her in this house, she never once tried to escape. But now when she began receiving special treatment, respect and love, she chose to disappear into thin air. I get rid of my slim-fit, charcoal grey suit's jacket, inattentively toss it on my bed. I undo the buttons of my cuff and roll up the sleeves of my off-white, cotton shirt. Sitting on the bed, I replay the conversation in my head when Samara admitted all her wrongdoings. ----- "Samara, you're assuming on your own. I've no plans

Three Years Later   "This haircut is giving you a whole new look." The young girl who is doing my hair comments. It's beginning of the flower season, the cold temperature transiting to summer heat gradually. It's my favourite time of the year, so I thought of getting a new look. My friend, Carol recommended me a new hair salon, said they have skilled and experienced staff. Her good reviews about the place impelled me to witness it by myself. She is right to some extent. The service is good, staff is cooperative and polite and the warm layout of the salon makes the environment calm. The fresh, light cooling of the air conditioner has relaxed my limbs. "Are you sure?" I ask for an assurance. "Of course, see it by yourself." She combs her fingers in my hair for one last time and then steps back. I stand on my feet, slightly push back the rolling chair and looks myself in the mirror. Previously I had