Romans & histoires Waiting On The Other Shoe To Drop

“Everyone knows she was picked up from the streets. Who knows what she’s been through… Serves her right.” I knelt there on the street, teeth clenched, and lips pressed tightly together. Just then, a servant carrying the kitchen trash passed by me. As he walked past, he suddenly slipped. The bucket tipped over, and filthy kitchen slop splashed all over me, from head to toe. People nearby covered their noses and quickly stepped away, while I remained kneeling there. At that moment, I couldn’t help but think that maybe I should never have come back. I took a shaky breath. The tears I had been holding back for so long finally fell. My body was starting to give out, but just as I was about to col

I drop to my knees like a good girl and wait for my punishment to begin. The End... or is it?

The room falls silent instantly. Maybelline and my PA stare at me in confusion. “What now?” my PA finally asks. I rise slowly from the chair, my jaw locked tight. “Now…” I pause and slowly look at both of them. “…we wait and see if they take the bait.” “Bait?” my PA repeats, frowning. “Yeah. Bait.” I cross my arms. “Sooner or later, people are going to start noticing the holes in their story.” Maybelline tilts her head slightly. “What holes?”

“Bleiz, by the time you see this letter, I will have already left. As for where I went, I don’t know either, but you won’t find me. As for why I left, the reason is simple: I don’t want to wait anymore.” “I don’t understand. How much longer do I have to wait for you to take me away? Will you one day lie to me and say that I have to wait for your and Mona’s child to grow up, get married, and have children, or wait until you’ve grown old with her before you leave with me?” “Bleiz, my youth is also limited. I don’t want to continue waiting for you based on an empty promise that has no end in sight. Let’s say goodbye here. We will never meet again.”

Toya waited as I slipped my shoes on. “He sent back one word. ‘Okay.’” I turned to her. “Like what the fuck is that?” “Maybe someone is watching him?” She offered as a solution. I mean, she was probably right, but I’m just annoyed with it all. “Do you know when the announcement will happen?” Toya turned to the door as a knock sounded. She opened it to find everyone else there holding tablets. “What’s going on?” I took another shot of caffeine and cracked my neck as I settled on my sofa.

He hangs my shoe over one finger and dangles it in front of me. “I'll trade it for a dance.” He offers. “You're ridiculous.” I counter. He just shrugs at me again. I try to take a step forward but stumble. I slip my other shoe off and hold it in one hand. I step forwards again and attempt to snatch my other shoe back from Bellamy. He holds it up above my head and he's too tall for me to reclaim it. I refuse to make a fool of myself trying to get my shoe back so I just glare at him, my arms crossed over my chest. He raises an eyebrow at me.

Each takes a letter. And I wait for the chaos to unfold.

"The promise you made me didn't matter. The career I clawed out for myself didn't matter." "Just like even now, you're still making me wait." I sighed and turned to face Julian. "But I've already married someone else. I have a new life." "So tell me, why should I wait for you?" When I finished, I watched the emotions churning in his eyes, then looked down at my watch. "Don. I should go. I don't want to keep Roman waiting too long." The instant those words landed, Julian took a step back. A furious, broken laugh escaped him, and then he grabbed my wrist, hard.

He turned around and stared at me, frozen in place, my face pale. Frowning, he snapped, "Look! Why did you have to keep fighting for it? Take the card and buy a new one tomorrow. "Clean up the shards on the floor so Susan won't get injured." With that, he wrapped his arm around Susan's waist and walked upstairs. Susan leaned against his chest before turning to look at me with a hint of triumph in her eyes. I slowly crouched. The marble floor was icy-cold. I picked up a sharp shard and pressed my fingertip against the edge, letting it pierce through my skin.

Overwhelming. I decided to throw the shoes away. I walked to the dumpster behind the building at 2 AM, dropped them in, and went back to bed. The next morning, they were on my doorstep. Clean. Shining. Waiting. I called a friend. "Sarah, something strange is happening." She laughed. "You're imagining things. Maybe they're a gift from a secret admirer." "This isn't funny. They keep coming back." "Then wear them. Maybe they're lucky."