They both stood, watching her father’s car roll off the driveway. That was a close save, Alexis thought. The talk about getting married was making her light headed. It was the reason she had panicked when Bryan’s call had come in. She felt guilty for wanting to go with him on a picnic, at the same time felt bad for having to turn him down.The best thing would be for her to give him space while she sorted out her feelings. Not withstanding her feelings the pressure to be with Jake was becoming so much she was tempted to just give in.“Don’t worry about him, I’m sure he’s only teasing you,” Jake said, noting the frown lines that had made its way into her expression. He didn’t like it, and it made him to feel that way.“Knowing him he’s thinking about it for real,” she said, absentminded. “I’m off to the office, I’ll see you later?” She said it like a question but didn’t wait the slightest bit for an answer. Being dismissed like that hurt Jake’s ego so he grabbed her before she coul

For the time the noise in the classroom doesn’t faze him, only because he’s thinking of something else, of someone else. Bryan watched the phone on his desk sit there in silence, mocking him for its lack of ringing.He had contemplated so many times about along Alexis and knowing if she was back at the office. He also wanted to know if his dickhead of a boyfriend made a fuss after he left. A strong tap on the shoulder has him looking up. “Hello Ms. Tessie,” he mutters with a smile even though she’s the last person he wants to see.Red lips spread into a wide smile blink back at him. “How are you doing today honey? Didn’t know you were back from recess.”He wished he could hide under his desk just to get away from her.Don’t get him wrong, Tessie was a beauty. The blonde curls and light blue eyes did a very good job. Only problem was, she wanted him but he wanted another. “I’ve been here for a while, have a couple things to take care of before I get back to the staff room.” “Everyo

I met Drew’s brother the next day when they came over for lunch. There was something weird about him, especially with the way he kept staring at me from across the table.He was nothing like Drew. Sure, they look alike but it ends there. Don’s eyes are nothing like his brother’s beautiful ones. It’s the same hazel, except Don’s are the kind that peers into your soul and unravels your deepest secret. His gaze pierced through me, making me stand up from the table.“Is the food not to your taste Carrie?” Mother asked in annoyance. I immediately picked up my cutlery and started to eat.“Why are you encouraging her to eat?” Cassie said beside me. “If anything she needs to starve if you ask me. I’m not sure she’ll be able to go through the door at this rate.” She said it all with a smile.I lowered my head so my hair could fall to the sides. It served as a wall so I wouldn’t see the look of disapproval on Drew’s face. For the first time I didn't have an appetite and the chicken breast the C

Days like this are always windy and dark, foretelling the heavy rain that is bound to follow. Just like my tears that will soon pour with little resistance on my part.It took a lot of courage on my part to seek the closure I so needed, and also to ask for his forgiveness. For not recognizing him as my father and not saving him from the monster that took him away from me.Mr. Zaverelli might be cold and long gone but the pain he caused remains with me still. It has become a part of me that I do not know how to move on from, one that I still see whenever I close my eyes.My fingers trace the name on his tombstone. Leo Daniels. I never even got the chance to call him father. I let myself cry for the memories we never made, the relationship we never had the chance to let bloom between us.Above all I mourn the good life that I could have had with a father that adored everything about me. My thoughts play back to the times he dropped me off at school and secretly helped me with homework

The entire room was littered with clothes as she struggled to pack for their flight that was in an hour. Tracey wasn’t one to neglect her duties or wait till the dying minute to get ready for a journey that was about to change her life. In her defense she wasn’t herself. Her emotions were all over the place, even her fingers struggled to grasp the picture frame of her with her parents.Everything felt wrong to her, but she couldn’t talk her dad out of moving to his hometown to celebrate Christmas and possibly living there permanently.The thought alone scared her. She didn’t want to start over, she was content with reminiscing over the past, it brought her comfort and peace. But also denial. It was a little over twenty minutes when she was finally done. Pulling her little suitcase down the stairs she took a final glance at the framed family pictures lined up on the wall.Her father looked happy, his eyes never leaving her mother. There she was in the middle staring brightly at the