"Hey." Lily greets with a smile like we hadn't just seen ourselves out in the down floor. "Hey." I greet back in a voice I pray is not evident of my fear. "I'm sorry for the way I responded to you earlier, I shouldn't have snapped at you. I brought this for you to show you how sincere I am." Lily says while bringing forward the arm that was behind her back. It turns out she was just holding some flowers which had been packaged neatly in a transparent pack. They were roses. I didn't particular hate roses but I sure didn't like them. They made me remember my mom a lot. The last time I was at her graveside, there was an unhealthy number of roses laying on her coffin. I preferred irises. Which Roman had guessed correctly on his first try. "Thank you very much Lily. And don't beat yourself up for it, everyone has a sore spot they wouldn't want others prodding at. And thank you for the flowers, they are beautiful." I say all this with a very huge smile that I do not feel inside. She vi

"Dad? What are you doing here?" I ask my father who is staring at me like given a chance, he would not hesitate to detach my head from my body. "What am I doing here? I should be asking you that question." My father says with a scary looking sneer. "What are you doing here with this boy toy of yours? I'm not even the least bit surprised. Of course you would whore yourself out to a guy just for some cheap jewelleries."I flush red at his disgusted tone. I don't bother telling him that I'm not here of my own free will and that the jewelleries in this place are by no means cheap. "You are one to talk." Roman says coldly from behind me like he knows something I don't. My father stares at him for what seems like minutes with a scowl on his face. Whatever response he was about to spit out is interrupted by the arrival of a girl who looks not too older than me. "Why did you leave me inside, baby? And who is this?" The girl asks with distrust in her eyes. I almost choke at the term of e

“Will you calm the fuck down!” Ashley screams at the hysterical Kylie. “When I leave this fucking room, you all will pay for this!” Kylie screams in response. The fear creeping up my spine and settling in the bottom of my stomach has me retching. “For once in your miserable life, can you at least pay attention to someone aside from yourself?” Ashley says while giving Kylie a death glare. This gets Kylie's attention, she looks at me with a confused look on her face, “What's wrong with her?” “It's not rocket science, Kylie. She's obviously claustrophobic.” Ashley says in a taunting voice. “Well if you know so much about it, then do something!” Kylie says looking sick and scared at the same time. “If I knew what to do, I would have done something ever since.” Ashley responds in an equally scared tone. Kylie pats her pockets, looking for her phone and hissing angrily when she doesn't find it. “Dang it! I'm not with my phone.” “This is all your fault! If you hadn't dragged me in he

TWO YEARS LATER ROMAN“Speak.” The cold aloof voice says to the person on the other end of the line. “B..os…s, something st…ran..ge happe..ned.” The person responds, stammering out of fear. Roman picks up his cell phone and disconnects it from the speakers in the meeting room. The senior staff in the meeting room look between themselves, finding this action of their boss very strange. This was the same boss who would rather they stay in a meeting for six straight hours than give them a break to work on their proposals. He never takes calls during meetings and has sacked a staff whose phone rang during a meeting. Roman calmly places the phone on his ear, waiting patiently for the person on the other end of the line to speak. “Boss, sh…e's aw…a..ke.” The voice says after a moment of silence. “How is that possible?” Roman says in a very calm voice, the only thing betraying his nervousness being his fastened breathing. “I d…o..n't know, sir. I think she has healed completely.” Th

I sip my coffee slowly, not showing my nervousness at the presence of this imposing figure sitting across from me. I'm proud of myself for ignoring him until he gives me a little knowing smirk which grates on my nerves.“What's so funny?” I ask angrily. “You.” Roman says, giving his usual one-word reply. “Really? How so?” I ask in a saccharine sweet tone, which betrays my anger and distaste. “We've been here before. And no, I'm not referring to the diner.” Roman responds calmly either blatantly ignoring my tone or not understanding the underlying sarcasm in it. His response has me taken aback. If I knew he would be so willing to talk about our past, I wouldn't have blatantly ignored him these last few days. “And who broke first?” I ask him, taking a sip from my cup, not wanting him to know I was too interested in his willingness to divulge any information. I was kinda desperate to remember. Ashley told me that those last two years were probably the worst years of my life and I'm