Jet lag must have been working hard lately. We’re already back in Brussels, but my circadian rhythm isn’t restored yet even after three days of staying inland.
One more week of vacation still awaits me, and I don’t want to spoil any moment wasted. Liam is still at Majia, attending Evans, whom I hope is going to fully recover sooner. I wanted to bring Evans some flower but I can’t even afford the shipping fee, that could cost me my life.
The sun shone so strikingly bright today, bringing radiance to every life being here in our town. Not a sign of impending dark clouds.
Animated kids stroll at the side of the road on their bikes, neighbors mowing their lawns that has been neglected for a while, mothers gossiping about almost everything, and dogs scampering and barking endlessly as if they’ve been trapped inside their kennels for a year.
On the other hand, Kit here has been unusually down today. He looks weary, his verve is at
I need to put a halt on despising myself because Liam is not the only family I have. His demeanor is unacceptable and he should deep down realize it.The night was enchanting, with ceaseless laughing on the dining table, that led to a campfire drinking at the idyllic view on the rooftop.All of us gathered on the breezy rooftop, garbled on cardigan and handmade quilts. Mom and Zeke sat closely together, as they share a thick quilt. I lounge on a cardigan that I borrowed from Eloisa. Eric flumped beside me, already done with his second bottle of beer.“You have to take it easy, Eric. The night is still young,” I said smilingly.“Hey! I don’t take a word from a kid, especially who’s inadequate to remain herself conscious just after drinking one bottle.” Why does that made me feel mortified?Back when I was working for Eric, I never ever knew what alcohol tasted like. All I knew is that it has a strong, bitter, disl
The trial is set next month, about Eric’s allegedly unthinkable behavior. I was sexually violated, not just once, but twice by him. The woeful news became the buzz of our town, as media stations blocked our front yard house with cameras and business vehicles.All of our daily activities were hassled by the dogging stations, that became perceptibly jarring for both me and Mom. The wave lasted for a week, but our nosy neighbors won’t stop darkening our doors, knowing that they’re not concerned about what happened to me, but only to have the full details of what have transpired.Mom was fully exhausting every thing that she can to make sure that Eric will be locked behind bars, notwithstanding the amount of anxiety attacks that she bore she could have had in a week.Liam came by and decided to stay with me in our house, practically to protect me from the possible blackguards. Ashton and Blake frequently dropped by to show their emotional support.
In the break of dawn of August 1st is the onset of a long and magical journey I never knew would change my life.I got up from my queen-sized bed, 5 A.M., with my head still whirling from sleep. I was so thrilled because it was the first day of my sophomore year in college as a psychology student. I stopped at my bedroom mirror to do a quick fix before going downstairs for breakfast that my mother had prepared beforehand.Mom never disappoints when serving breakfast. Her food’s always consistent and never innocent of flavor.“Thank you, mom. They look delicious,” I said in delight.I noticed something unusual in mom’s face today. She looks like she’s under the weather with the blowing of her nose and pale skin so I suggested her to take a day off.
Mom isn’t at her usual spot, in a vanilla recliner, at the fireplace hearth, to read dozens of articles. So, I assumed that she’s having an early bed rest.I went to the empty kitchen to check if Mom cooked supper before taking slumber. Gladly, I found a butternut squash soup in a pot, still burned up. I scooped up some generous amount into a bowl and ensconced myself in mom’s best-loves spot. I can still feel Liam's grasp long after. How the world slowed down for a second.I buried my face on the pillow beside me to release the overwhelming emotion swelling up. I might go mad crazy tonight. I'll barrage Blake and Ashton's inboxes with the indescribable feeling that I had. Cut the rug all night long. Might swig few glasses of champagnes si
He looks dashing in his tight fit uniform. I couldn't stop peering at his strong arms while giving him a mild tour inside the house with me secretly barring him out of the utter mess. Engaged in my exposition, Liam suddenly asked a query about the whereabouts of Dad in which I immediately parried. "So, why musical arts?" I asked. "I love music ever since. I feel like a different person when playing. I love to see people dance and relate to songs that I write," he replied enthusiastically. I'm envious of Liam's intrinsic passion for music since I'm still at the phase of exploring myself, of what I want to achieve in life. I vividly remember my Grade 10 essay that basically asks us of what do we want to be ten years from now. I penned that I just want to have roof abov
Liam's birthday party is nearly approaching and I'm plucking up enough bandwidth to push myself out of my comfort zone. I even tried to strut with my bikini inside my bedroom and fix my haunch posture.I asked for mom's opinion and all that she can say is that fake it until you make it. A quote straight from a podcast that she's been listening to for quite a while now.I tried a visualization technique that I've learned from binging YouTube videos which are a handful. I tried to control my breathe whenever I felt anxious and to divert my mind to look at the brighter side.It was two hours before the party and I'm already downright spiraling. My ragged breathing and racing mind is just adding insult to injury. So, I called Blake on the double if he could drop by our house to pick me up.
Liam, who's a son of a proverbial chef, turned 22 in this very day where popular personalities, camera crews, and handful of guards in black suits skirt the compounds perimeter. My focus zoomed in in Liam's sizzling body."Why do I feel like we're in a different world?" said Blake."The king of the sea wants to see you Serena sitting on his throne," teased Ashton."Better get myself drunk enough to be able to do a catwalk than loaf around in front of the upper-crust crowd," I said.I needed my name to be plucked up in the lottery. It has to! I need to fight for this aimless venture that I'm about to embark. Liam is the one that I liked and I don't want him to go.So, I gulped a glass of champagne that probably cost an arm and a leg. An
Saturday Night The monster brooding underneath my bed crawled up onto me and morphed into a familiar figure. He tried to throttle me as I try to fight back. My ladylike hands were useless against him. His eyes glaring red, hair grubby, and strapping arms strangulated in my neck. I can't breathe. I can’t scream for help. I’m dying! I woke up with my pulse racing, sweat cascading over my face, and my muscles tightening up. I lulled my breathing to mellow it and with Liam consoling me by massaging my back. "Hey, are you okay?" blurted Liam. "It's just a nightmare,” I said as I knead my neck. I noticed how dark it is already outside. I worked myself up and reached my handbag on a rustic table abutting the corner most of the room. I dredged my phone and noticed several messages from Ashton and Mom who's sickly worried. Ashton's missive contains